Goldilocks - Sex Stories

Goldilocks

... lube into it.

'What... what... are... you... doing,' she stuttered.

'Getting you ready for slippery intercourse!' he laughed, having barely done so when 10 of the mechanics' black pals nakedly trooped into the garage.

But Marie didn't have a chance to react; they formed a line and mockingly kissed her before cramming 3 fingers apiece into her vag.

'Aaah!' she gasped,

'You can tell she's a *nigga'-loving 'ho!' Arman mirthfully declared.

'Erupt, volcano!' Conrad referred to orgasms.

'Eeeeh, I'm cumming!' she wailed, while for 3 minutes, the darkies pulled a finger-banging train in her cooze.

Next, they went round about in employing it as a jack-off hole, to the point that scuzz splattered to the floor.

'She's leaking!' Gerald remarked.

'How dare you waste the brothus' prcious sperm? They're prepared to breed you with a half-black sow!' Conrad hissed.

'Eeeh, I apologize!' she bleated.

'You're too dumb to!' Arman sneered.

Following that, he, Gerald and Conrad bent over their chairs. The latter gestured for Marie to kneel behind them. She did; he grabbed her cranial-rag, drew her mouth between his butt-cheeks and snarled, 'If you have no gratitude for your donors, the least you can do is KISS - MY - ASS!'

'Ummm!' the tramp had barely mumbled before the black studs gathered around her and cleaned grease off their fingers with her hair.

Upon the ...

... seedy wife having rimmed Conrad, Gerald and Arman, however, the Mandingos disappeared into the office, put their clothes on and left while Marie felt empty, though not for long. Gerald heaved her nookie onto his thick 8-incher and started clubbing it into her vulva.
'Oooh, yes, fuck me!' she screeched.

'Yeah!' Arman shouted, then plunged his 9-inched rod into her manure-pussy, to begin hammering it while Conrad's 8-incher throttled her.

'Take our pricks!' he urged her.

'Ummm, uh-hmmm!' she mumbled again.

Nevertheless, excitement rippled through her because the trio was mercilessly trampling her.

'You dirty whore!' Arman growled.

But she might as well have been a cake because the mechanics finally dismounted her and frosted her tresses with spunk, though it was hardly a matter of kindness when Gerald handed her an oil rag and said, 'Wipe your skull-threads, stupid!'

'Yes, sir,' Marie responded while she obeyed, after which Arman carefully slid a wrench-handle into her guts and steered her to her car while the other men followed.

'Okay, bitch, you're going to pay for our cocks the next time you're here. Understand?' he said.

'Yes, sir.'
'You'd better!' Arman grunted while slamming her door shut before she drove home.

Nevertheless, training her daughter simply would've been another step along her infamous trail, for she, indeed, was  shameful beyond measure