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MRWADE.180                                          By Master Wade


                         Brenda's Story
                           Letter One



I don't write very good but you wanted me to tell it to you so here
it is.



     By the time I got around to goin with Jimmy, I'd been a pretty
bad girl.  Bad, that is, if fuckin a lot of guys is bad. It wasn't
that I couldn't say no, 'ya know?  I just didn't see much point in
it.
     Most of my girlfriends was always sayin no to this and no to
that, makin the poor guy crazy until they finally let him get some.
Then they'd wear his ring for a while, which you always knew meant
they'd done it, and the next thing you knew they was breakin up,
and she was pullin the same trick on some other poor guy.
     It just didn't make sense to me.  I mean, I could go with
girls to the movies, if I really wanted to see the movie, 'ya know?
And I certainly wasn't goin to starve to death if none of them took
me out to eat.  My mom was a really good cook.  Heck, I knew they
asked me out because they wanted to fuck me, and I went out with
them so that they could.  If it was good, we went out some more. 
If it wasn't good, we didn't.
     What sucks is that people talk bad about you.  Even the guys
you fucked, which I gotta tell 'ya pissed me off.  I didn't go
around tellin everyone else which guys were hung and which one's
wasn't, or who shot their load before they ever got it in, or stuff
like that.  I didn't even tell anyone who I fucked, but then I
didn't have to.
     I mean, really.  So, anyway, like, Jimmy knew he could screw
me, 'ya know.  It wasn't any big secret.  He knew I liked it, he
knew I did it, and he knew I didn't turn much down. I guess that's
what gave him the idea.
     When he asked me, Jimmy said maybe we could, like, do it in
the back room at this pool room his brother ran.  That was cool
with me.  I'd been back there for a quickie once with...well, never
mind who with, but anyway, I knew the layout and it was okay.  His
brother had a bed back there that he sometimes crashed on, and the
juke was usually loud enough nobody heard 'ya moanin or anything
like that.
     So, anyway.  Jimmy said to meet him there right after school.
We had PE together, and he said he wanted it while I was fresh from
doing jumpin jacks.  Fine by me.  I figured I'd just wear the PE
outfit too.  That alone might get me a few more good strokes.
     The day came, and I walked from the school to the pool hall in
my PE outfit.  Nobody bugged me along the way except for the old
guy that runs the news stand.  He copped a feel of my ass when I
walked by, but I was used to that.  Sometimes I'd stop and let him
get a really good feel, but I didn't have time for it this time.
     The pool room was pretty busy for so early in the day, and I
DID turn some heads when I walked in.  Jimmy was already there, and
he let us sit for a while on that old church pew his brother kept
along the back wall while the guys got a bit more used to me bein
there.  It wasn't too long before they pretty much got their eyes
full and went back to shootin pool.  Then he took my hand and led
me through the door to the back room.
     I don't know exactly why it took me so long to get around to
Jimmy.  He was older than he was supposed to be, one of those that
had to do a couple of years over, 'ya know?  But when he started
in, I could tell right away that he was pretty good.  He got me
real hot, real fast, and he didn't have to do anything but unzip
his pants to make me get down on my knees and start workin on him
with my mouth.  I've always liked to do that, especially on the
black guys.  Jimmy wasn't black, but he was hung like one of 'em,
so it was pretty much the same thing, especially if I kept my eyes
shut.
     So, anyway.  I didn't figure Jimmy for a squirter, and I was
right.  I could take my time with him and not worry about him
losing it before he ever got to the good part.  He was real cool,
and he just held my hair in his hands and worked his dick in and
out of my mouth real slow like, almost like he didn't care if he
shot or not.  That made me even hotter, and while he was still
chokin me with it, I slipped the little gym shorts down off my ass
and off my legs.  He liked that I did that and he started talkin
dirty to me, all about how he knew how much I loved it and wanted
it and all that shit.  I love it when a guy pulls that number on
me, and I started rubbin myself, gettin hotter and hotter with
every word he said.
     So, I was squattin there rubbin it and Jimmy workin himself in
and out of my face, and he was bein nasty and I was about to go off
and then he just pulled it out, and left me squattin and rubbin. He
walked over to the bed and started takin his pants off, so I
stripped the gym top off and lay down on the bed for him with my
legs apart and my knees up.  I learned a long time ago that if you
start 'em out with your knees up they'll sometimes push them back
by your head and give it to you really good.  Its a trick you can
use if you want.  Won't cost you nothin.
     But Jimmy had a trick for me.  Instead of crawlin on, like
they usually do, ole Jimmy got between my legs and started kissin
it!  Well, another one of the not so good things about bein so
popular is that guys don't usually take time for that, 'ya know? 
So, when Jimmy did, it really worked on me.  I raised both my legs
and grabbed my thighs and held them out and let him go crazy on it,
and believe me, the boy did.  Hardly a minute had passed before he
made me get noisy, and I was far too gone to worry about whether
the juke was playin or not, 'ya know?  I was lost in my own little
world there for a while, and nothin mattered except his tongue and
lips and the number they were doin on me down there.
     I guess that's why I didn't notice the other guys come in. I
went off like a rocket, that's what they always say, 'ya know, like
a rocket, but I didn't know what they meant by that til this time,
and then I knew, oh boy, oh boy, I did.
     So, anyway.  I looked up and there's guys standin all around
the bed now.  There was Hank and Larry and Marshall Welborn and two
of the guys that hang out at the service station, and four or five
more that I didn't know and hadn't done before.  And there I am
with my legs up and Jimmy with spread all over his face.
     Up to this point the most I'd took at one time was three, that
night in Johnny Smelter's station wagon.  But hey, it wasn't like
I
had much choice at the moment, 'ya know?  Of course, Jimmy was
gonna be first.  He'd been the one to get me there, afterall, and
he'd primed the pump too, some might say.  I guess he must have
liked doin it with a crowd watchin, or maybe he really liked my
taste, cause he didn't go long before he came.  He hadn't hardly
gotten out when somebody else was pushin him off and climbin on. 
Anyway, they started takin turns like that, with the ones that
wasn't fuckin it holdin my legs apart, like I was gonna close 'em
or something, right?  Then I felt somebody pull my head over to the
edge of the bed, and the first thing I knew they were workin on me
at both ends.
     I know you wanna know how many times and all that and how many
guys there were, but I wasn't countin, 'ya know?  I kept goin off
from time to time myself, which made it kinda nice, but it also
made it kinda hard to keep track of things.  What I did finally
notice was that nobody seemed to be leavin.  Even some of the guys
that I knew had done me more than a couple of times hung around,
like they were really gonna do me some more, 'ya know?  Not!
     So, anyway.  Jimmy took one last shot at me and then everybody
got real quiet like.  I put my legs down.  They were pretty sore by
now, but then so was the rest of it.  Then some of the guys moved
back from the bed and this big nigger walked between them.  Now I
know it ain't the thing to call 'em niggers, and I don't,
especially not the one's I do, but I'd heard about this guy before,
and that's what he went by, honest to God it was.  Nigger Ned was
what everybody around here called him, and if you walked up and
asked him what his name was, that's what he'd tell 'ya.
     He was known because of that, and because he was such a big
man, but he was also known for the size of his hammer, if 'ya know
what I mean.  Well, I got a little shook right then.  I hadn't seen
Nigger Ned's dick, but if it was as big as they said it was, I
wasn't real sure I wanted to, especially not at the moment.  The
boys had other ideas, though, and they started hootin and shit,
encouragin him.  Some of them took my arms and some of the others
took my legs and they held me down on that bed so tight that I
couldn't have gotten loose, no way, jose.
     I strained my neck up so I could watch Nigger Ned undo his
overalls.  There wasn't no point in sayin I didn't want it.  As
afraid as I was, it still would have been a lie to have said I
didn't want it, and they wasn't going to let me get up anyway, not
til it was over.  He only kept one strap up anyway, so it didn't
take much to get out of his Liberty's.  When they fell, and I saw
it, I swear I thought I would faint.
     The boys really started being noisy when they all saw it
hangin there.  You could tell he wasn't hard yet, but there wasn't
a guy in that room with a wrist as big around as Nigger Ned's coal
black pecker.  Not only that, but it was damn long. Not just long,
'ya know. Damn long.  You could hook most any two of those other
boys up and they'd still be a caboose short next to Nigger Ned.
     Well, my little heart was poundin, and I could feel cum leakin
out of me like a river.  My back was achin, my bone down there was
bruised feelin and who knows how much cum I'd swallowed.  But when
Nigger Ned took his big ole hand and wrapped it part of the way
around that black cock and started workin it, I felt my mouth grow
dry and my eyes glaze over.  I know it don't sound reasonable at
all, but I hadn't never wanted to be fucked any more than I wanted
to be fucked by that big damn long cock.
     He pumped it maybe a dozen times, I don't know, but when he
was done it was pointin up it was so hard.  I swear it was, honest.
He took his hand off of it and reached between my legs and gathered
up some spread and wiped it all over the head of it.  It shined
like a new Plymouth, all deep black and glossy lookin with the cum
and juice he rubbed all over it.  Watchin him do that and havin his
black fingers diggin in my worked over little hole made me even
hotter, and my hips started movin.  The guys liked that, and then
Jimmy started tellin 'em to let me go.  Some of them didn't want to
at first, cause they thought I'd try to get away, but Jimmy knew
and he told them to let go.
     They all let go and the only thing I did was to reach out with
my arms for Nigger Ned.  Before that, he hadn't smiled or anything.

He was pretty strange.  But when he saw me reachin up for him,
wanting him to fuck me, he smiled really big, and he wasn't so
scary lookin when he smiled like that.
     So, anyway.  He got up on the bed and got on his knees between
my legs and started just rubbin the head of it up and down on me
down there.  The head made me think of that time that Eddie Baker's
girlfriend and two of her friends had gotten mad at me because I'd
given Eddie some and had fist fucked me in the girl's locker room.
That's how big it felt rubbin me down there.  I had tried not to
let those girls know how much I liked what they did to me, but it's
pretty hard to hide that, I guess.
     But, anyway.  I reached down with my hands and took hold of
Nigger Ned's dick and started workin it up into me.  There must of
been somethin kinda hot about watchin me do that, cause the guys
started pullin peckers out all over the room, and damn if they
didn't start jerkin themselves off while I was squirmin down on
Nigger Ned.  I couldn't wrangle his dick much, so my hips had to do
most of the work, and it was a slow go there at first.  But then
Nigger Ned reached for my nipples and pinched them real hard like
and I felt like some dam had let go and he was slidin in finally
easy like except it hurt and tears came to my eyes but my hips
didn't stop and I didn't let go of his dick and then he let go of
my tits and started fuckin me.
     Nigger Ned could have fucked me any way he wanted.  I didn't
care.  I just wanted his big black horse dick inside me as far as
it would go.  I put my arms around his neck and kissed him as hard
as I'd ever kissed anybody, and his hands slid under me and he
grabbed my ass and he moved his hips slow and regular like, pushin
in just a little bit more dick with every hunch he did to me.
     It was all drivin me crazy, all of it.  The guys were jerkin
off watchin.  Guys who had already fucked me.  They were hard again
and it was cause this big black guy was doin me and because I was
lovin it and because I was kissin him and movin my ass and takin
more and more of his big dick and actin like I wanted more which I
did and they could tell I did.
     I started goin off but I didn't go off.  It was like I got
hung up somewhere along the way and couldn't go any farther and I
was gaspin like I couldn't breathe but I could breathe and my hips
were jerkin at him and all I could feel or think about was dick
inside me and his black body coverin me and the way his dick had
looked all shiny and pointin up.
     That's when Nigger Ned really started fuckin me hard.  He was
gruntin, and I know it as hard work for him cause he's so big and
I'm so little and he was rammin black meat into my little hole like
he didn't care how far it went in and I could feel him bangin into
the back and he was drivin me toward the head of the bed and my
head started bangin against the headboard and guys were comin all
over the backroom and I could feel it landin on my legs and then I
wasn't hung up no more and I heard myself screamin sorta and the
juke wasn't playin and the room started spinnin and that's all I
remember until I woke up later.
     Jimmy and his brother were there when I woke up, but everyone
else had gone home.  They'd been real sweet to me and had washed me
up while I was out and had laid a blanket over top of me to keep me
warm.  When Jimmy saw I had come to he sat on the edge of the bed
next to me and told me I'd done real good.  Then he asked me could
I move and I tried but I was too sore and he said I could stay
there until I felt like I could move okay.  He said he knew I
probably wouldn't want to fuck much for a while, but that as soon
as I wanted to again that he wanted to take me to the movies.  That
made me laugh and he smiled and his brother laid my clothes on the
bed and walked out of the room.
     Jimmy and I talked for a while and he asked was I mad that he
had tricked me and I said no that I had never been fucked so good
before.  I told him he could fuck me some more sometime if he
wanted to, but that maybe he should ask before he had a party
again.
     I was feelin better and Jimmy helped me get dressed and I
could walk okay so Jimmy said he would take me home.  I asked what
time it was and he told me and it was still early so I asked him to
instead of takin me home to please take me to Nigger Neds.  And he
did.

Love,
Brenda

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