Case History 7

SUBJECT: Richard AGE: Fifteen

INTERVIEW ONE

This young man had to be one of the more repellent individuals in my experience. I'm not quite sure what about him made my skin twitch, but it did. There are some people who naturally fill you with loathing, and I had the feeling that this young man had that particular gift. His face was pimpled, which although no fault of his, did much to make it unattractive, although he was not bad-looking. It could be the crapulent personality that seeped out through his skin, for all I could tell. He had such charming habits of scratching his ass, while talking, or picking his nose, and often doing both at the same time or with the same finger.

He would blow his nose in his hand, look around for something to wipe the snot, then wipe it on his britches. In a tone of great kindness, he would refer to me as Dr. Shithead.

Well, doctor, it's like this. My old lady is really one unholy bitch, who guzzles drink all day, and when she is bored, beats the shit out of me. Just to make the time go easy. She would be lying on the bed, her tits out, her hair one ungodly mess, and bawl out to me to go get the strap. Why? Just because I hadn't done the dishes, and they were piled up in the sink. Four days of them. Was that any reason for her to get sore? But she was no reasonable thing. And I'd get the belt, and she'd lay me over her lap, pull down my pants and shorts, and lay the belt over my ass a couple of hard ones.

I couldn't tell if she was getting her rocks off doing that or not, but she liked it a helluva of a lot. Otherwise, she wouldn't have done it over and over. I went around with a sore ass plenty of times, and could scarcely sit at times.

Then, she'd get all weepy about it, and be sorry, and insist on soothing my poor, red, bruised ass. She'd rub vaseline over it, make it sticky and greasy, as if it would help. But it didn't help, just kept me greasy all the time. But I sort of liked her belting me, after a while, cause it put me so close to her big tits. She just didn't care if her tits were in the open around me. My old man had split years ago, and we just had each other. Except for the guys who would come in, different ones, to fuck her. That always made me sore as a boil.

She'd lock me in my room while she did her thing with some creep that she'd find in the bar and bring home. Usually, some stud with an eight inch cock. She always knew who had the big cocks, somehow. Maybe she inspected them before she brought them home.

One night, she was so tanked up, she forgot to put the lock on me, and I heard their slobberings and slaverings, which so aroused me, that I went out on tiptoe to behold the bedroom wrestlings.

It was something to see, Doctor Shithead, I must say! There was my beautiful mother sitting on the side of the bed, over this stud who she kept calling Angel, when her mouth was not full of his cock. But what a cock. I am myself quite gifted with a sizeable cock, of which I have great pride, but this guy had a stupendous pole that did nothing but fill me with envy.

And my dearly beloved mother would put her beautiful mouth over his passion pole and go all the way down on it, so that most of it disappeared in her mouth.

She would pull on it with her mouth so lustily, that the poor slob would groan and moan. I suspect it was with pain, although maybe the creep was getting his rocks off.

This was a sight to fill a child with very strange emotions, doctor. For one thing, I felt the fiercest sort of jealousy, and confess that nothing could have given me more pleasure than to fire a shotgun first into him. Then into her, after I commanded her to give me a similar blowjob.

You sort of hate to see your mother doing such debased things, if you know what I mean, doctor. I mean, doctor, think of your own mother. Okay, okay, you don't have to get your pee hot, doctor, I meant no offense.

Anyway, it was a sight to root me to the spot. I had to see what the hell would happen. And what happened is that my mother not only sucked his huge dick, but did a tongue job on his balls, too. She really had the hots for that cocksmith from Puerto Rico.

So, I stood there, with my eyes popping out of my head, staring at her blowjob, especially when she went back to his cock, and she seemed to get some fire go off in her cunt, for she began to suck him with sound and fury.

And, then he seemed to let out a yelp of pain, of sheer torture, so I thought she had bit his cock off, which to me would be rightful justice for him daring to do the sex thing with MY mother. But instead, it just seemed that he had blown his cork. And the cream poured like (he head from a champagne bottle into her mouth.

It ran over her cheeks and dribbled down her chin.

And she began to lay her tongue to-it, trying to get it all back in her mouth.

My dear, darling mother who had rocked me in her arms as a child, cooed little words of endearment. She was now trying to swallow the come of this fucking stud that she had lifted off the street.

How do you suppose that made me feel, Doctor?

Especially, when she turned to the door and saw me! I guess that I was sobbing or something else. For all I know, I may have been jerking my pod, because it sure excited the hell out of me. I guess, maybe I was into jealousy, because a stranger was abusing my mom, sticking his cock in her mouth.

Why, I wondered, did she do it with that creep off the streets, when I was in the bedroom near her?

There just didn't seem to be any justice in the world to me.

What did she do when she saw me? She let out a terrific screech.

"You little cocksucker! You lousy, rotten, peeping Tom. You little spoiled pervert. I'm gonna get you. Tomorrow! Just you wait. I'm going to redden your ass, so won't be able to sit for a week!"

And she flung the door shut. In a hurry to get back to that stud's cock and see what else she could do with it, no doubt.

Well, that left me in a condition of much horror, doctor. The fear that she would be assaulting my delicate ass with a monstrous belt was just too much.

I determined to run away.

I had had it with my mother.

Fuck her! Oh, doctor, don't think the horrendous thought did not occur to me. I mean, she was always flashing her pussy at me, staggering around the apartment, not caring what a young stud like me would see. Like she sort of dared me to flash a hard. And she would tuck it right in her.

I had to get away.

So, even though it was about 2 A.m., I slipped into my clothes and went out of the joint into the street.

It was cold as a witch's tit, and I didn't much like prowling the dark streets. I had about a dollar in change in my jeans, my total fortune. It wasn't much for making a getaway from a boozing floozy of a mother, was it doctor?

And so I went in for a cuppa coffee at an all-night spot to get warmed up, and thought about it. I wondered whether it would be better to go back and get my belting in the morning or freeze all night long, with no place to sleep, or put my young head.

I had too much pride to go right back. I figured that my mother, that floozy, would really feel sorry not to find me in my sack in the morning. She'd think maybe that I had gone off to take poison or something. It was a nice idea for me to worry her, if she would worry.

She'd probably scratch her ass, and then say, "Good riddance."

She never worried about me one day in her life.

But I just hoped that if I disappeared, she would be sorry. So it made me ready for any adventure.

And that's when I met Ruby, the black hooker.

She was moseying down the street, and thinking me a John, said, "Hey, how about a party, huh?"

I thought about it.

She was a good-looking black girl with regular features, and with a terrific pair of knockers.

But I didn't know then that she was a hooker. Just some pretty black head inviting me to a party. And I didn't have any other plans for the night.

So I said, sure, honey. Nothing I could like better.

That tickled her, and she said, "Hey, fella, let's go over to my joint. Just a couple of blocks away."

We hightailed there, and I was congratulating myself for being one lucky kid. I'd spend the night at a party, and worry my mother sick, when she woke up to find her darling boy had fled the coop.

We got up to her place, and she said, "How about a drink, John?"

I didn't tell her that my name was not John yet. I thought maybe she was blotto, and thought I was John and that was why she had invited me up.

But I could use the drink, because my balls needed a bit of thawing from the cold outside.

She put a good belt of scotch in a glass with ice and gave it to me.

And then I drank some of it and it put a fire in my gullet. I coughed up a storm.

"Take it easy, John, don't gulp it so fast. That's good stuff." She looked at me a bit closer. I then realized that she must have been on some stuff herself, for she didn't up to then, know how young I was.

And she was a bit disappointed.

"You're a bit young for this game," she said. "But never too early to start!" And she hit her thigh and really laughed. She thought it was a gas.

She looked at her watch. "Man, I gotta make time." I looked at her.

Then she said, "Let's see what you got there, white boy." And she went like a bee to my zipper and pulled out my cock.

I was so surprised, that I almost dropped my glass.

"Oh, it's all the way down, ain't it. Well, we'll fix that honey, right soon."

And she stuck my cock, plenty soft and surprised, into her mouth and started to suck on it.

Well, I'm a vigorous young boy whose cock is just like anyone else. I'd always get these terrific hards in the middle of the night, and beat my meat just so I could get back to sleep.

But here was this good-looking black girl taking my white cock in her mouth and giving it a major workout. I mean, it stunned me. Why she was doing it.

Not that it gave me any grief, Doctor Shithead. Not in the least. I just congratulated myself that the girl knew the way to really charm a guy, put him in the pleasure seat. I even thought of my mother doing the blowjob on Angel, and toyed with the idea that it was she who was giving me the mouth works.

"Lick, lick it up, lick it up," I screeched at her. It could be, doctor, that I was reliving the scene up at my house, when my mother did her thing. Maybe I had the curious fantasy, doctor, that it was my Mumsy, who had been sucking my dick."

When the black girl got through, and she did lick the cream off with her pink tongue, she tried to smile, as if the whole scene had been one of colossal amusement.

But I could tell, that under the smile, was a lot of very unpleasant emotions, like she was pissed off at me. She kept iron control however, for some mysterious reason. I expected her to belt me. I expected she would in fact come out with some huge belt, and start to belabor my ass, in the time-honored method of my Mumsy.

But she didn't.

All she did was say, "That'll be $20 bucks, fella."

And I said, "Twenty what, ma'am?" She gave me a cold, hard stare. She didn't seem to be a girl of charm no more.

"Listen, white boy. Don't give me no hard time. But lay $20 dollars in the palm of my hand."

And she put out her palm.

In my innocence, I said, "Well, missy, nothing would give me greater pleasure than to lend you twenty dollars, if I had it. But, unfortunately, you see here a young man driven into the streets by a cruel and ugly mother."

"Don't give me no shit, boy, just put out the twenty."

I reached into my pocket for the 75 cents I had left, after the coffee.

"Here is the total that I own I give it to you gladly. For surely, you must be in terrible need, if you have to borrow from a kid like me."

She gave me a hard stare. Then grabbed me. She had muscles like Jim Steele, you know that great weight lifter. And went through my pockets, coming up with rat-tails and candles and gum-drops and rubber-bands, and a used condom in which I used to come, so that I wouldn't wet my sheets.

"What the fuck is all this?" She couldn't believe her eyes.

"Where's the fucking money," she demanded.

I pointed to her hand with my 75 cents. "There. You got it." I was being very polite to a girl who seemed rather thick of comprehension, doctor. I couldn't imagine what the fuss was about.

I mean, suppose she did go down and suck my cock. That was a real nice gesture from a girl I had just met. But it never occurred to me that she could want money for that. My mother never demanded money from her studs!

I really felt somewhat put out. After all, I had offered her a new cock, not one all beat up and used up, like some of the creeps that walked the streets, such as appeared in my joint with my lovable Mom. But she really didn't see my point of view. She thought she had got ripped off. And by a kid.

"Why you little rip-off artist!" And she belted me one, with her fist right in the eye!

I went down like I'd been poleaxed.

Then she kicked me on my butt with those thick-soled leather shoes.

"I ought to tear your cock off, you little white shit! But I'll take care of you later."

She looked at her watch. "Goddam, all the time I wasted with you. There won't be a John left in the streets now! You cost me a lotta bread. I'm gonna take it outa your hide, white boy!"

And she went to the door and locked it. I mean, she put an iron bar outside the room that I was in, so that I couldn't get out. Then she went out of the apartment, as I could hear from my inner room.

Well, doctor can you imagine my state of mind. No sooner had I wandered out of my own maternal domicile off to the strange streets at night, when I am accosted by a black girl, of easy virtue, it would seem, who seized hold of my sex organ, caught up in a scorching passion, went on to suck it until it went off in a blast of white hot juice. And then, strangely enough, she demands twenty dollars, out of the blue. At first, I thought she wished to borrow it, and had I been a rich boy instead of a pauper, the son of a drunkard mother, I would have gladly donated $20 to her career.

And what happens? This girl, in a pet of rage, swings wildly with her fist to give me a black eye and weals and wounds on my butt from kicks.

Can you think of anything more unjust than that?

But the world is a place, as I have discovered, of much cruelty and injustice, doctor.

Because, after about a couple of hours, in my sleep, I heard the door opening, and the big steel thing outside my door shoved aside.

And in comes the girl and her face is nothing to cheer about.

In fact, it's all twisted with rage. "You fucking white boy. You really did Ruby a bad turn tonight!"

I stared at her. "I don't even know Ruby."

"I'se Ruby, you dumb white boy." She stood there, her hands on her hips, and they were sexy hips, too. "You cut into my night money, boy, do you know that?"

I looked at her very apologetic. "Well, Ruby, I'm terribly sorry if that happened. But I've just been here, sleeping. Now how could I cut into your night money, whatever that is."

The whites of her eyes showed, because she looked up to heaven for pity.

"You gotta to be the dumbest white boy ever to cross my path," she said. "Come out here, I'm going to chastise you. And soon, too."

I came out of the bedroom into the big living room.

She took a look at me, then poured herself a large shot of booze.

"May I join you, Ruby?"

"You little cocksucker. You got plenty of nerve."

She was the cocksucker, I was thinking, and wondered why she called me that. In fact, it would be a nice thing for her to tackle my cock again. Because after looking at her mouth, my cock really began to get agitated. I could see her firm lips around her cock again, and it really set me off!

So I politely made the suggestion. "Perhaps, Ruby, you might like to cocksuck me again." And I cleverly unzippered my pants to bring out the tool, all swelled up with joyous expectation.

I figured that the sight of it would do very stirring things to her, and that she couldn't resist it, would instantly grab it in her mouth and do great appetizing things.

But she stared at me, disbelieving. Then she stared at my cock.

"I don't believe that I heard my ears right," she said. "This boy has to be the prize-dumbbell in the world. He not only ruins my night, wasting my time with him. He gets me to do him a blowjob. Then he stiffs me. Now, he is after getting me to give him another blowjob. And he hasn't a nickel in his jeans. I asks you, is there anyone more dumb than he."

I had no idea who she was talking to, and waited for an answer.

But she apparently had me in mind, for she glared at me. "Well, dumb white boy, tell me you have to be the most stupid of all God's creatures."

The curious fact, doctor, is that when I go to school, my teachers all think me a genius. They are always laying it about that if I would only exert my mind, I could do extraordinary things. But school has to be the most boring of all experiences.

Still, this girl, Ruby, stood there, swilling booze, every so often staring at me, like I'm some double-headed monster from outer space.

"I sure would like a bit of that booze, Miss Ruby," I said politely.

That made her howl with laughter. "Mr. Short Cock, here wants some of my booze. You were born with brass, white boy. In fact, I find you plenty hard to believe. But you just sit around, and keep yourself amused while I takes my nightly beauty bath.

"Just stay relaxed, and don't plan on going nowhere. I got the door bolted and I got your clothes laid away, so you ain't going nowhere."

Then she stared at my eye.

"Hey, I gave you a nice eye, huh, kid. Well, I'm gonna give you a fat lip, and various other blessings a little later."

And then she took the booze with her into the bathroom and ran a bath and soaked in it, singing all sorts of blues songs. She kept singing and drinking, like she didn't have a care in the world.

I went to the refrig, cause I hadn't had a thing to eat for hours. But all I could find there was soul food and calves brains and sauerkraut. I tried some of the pigs knuckles and got some of it down, though if I hadn't been starving, I would have thrown it up.

I moseyed around her place, and found a cupboard with bottles of liquor in it! I took a big belt out of the vodka and almost coughed my brains out.

"What the fuck you doing out there, white boy?"

"Nothing much, Miss Ruby."

But I went on with it, guzzling her vodka, but slow, this time, cause my throat felt on fire. I mean, it was going to be a hard night, and I just couldn't face it without a little fortification, doctor.

"Hey, boy, what's your name?"

"Richie," I said. "Whut? Come in here and tell me, I can't hear you out there.."

So I opened the bathroom door, and there she was sitting in the tub, her skin brown as a berry, with great hanging tits. And under the water, I could see her cunt with its frizzed cunthair. She had a big stack of hips, too, sitting on them.

"What you staring at?"

"Your beautiful body, Miss Ruby." I was being polite, but sarcastic, because it just didn't seem all that beautiful to me."

"Your name, boy?" She was staring at me. "Richie."

"Well, Richie, get my towel, and when I come out of this bath, I want you to towel my body, you hear. Dry me off. Every fucking inch."

"Yes, ma'am."

And then she got up out of the tub, with her great black cunt spread when she lifted one leg then the other, so that I could see the pink flesh on the inside. It sure gave me one weird sensation, seeing her all naked like that. I got a lot of strange feelings, especially, when I had to mop her up with the towel.

I wiped her back, then her front, going over her tits carefully. She studied my face when I did that. Then I went down to her legs, and wiped them.

And then, I stopped. She cuffed me.

"Get on my pussy. Wipe it, too!"

So, I started to wipe her around her pussy. The reason, doctor, that I had hesitated to do that, I thought it her private parts that she might want to do herself. But she had other ideas in mind.

"Now, Richie, you did a good job, and I'm going to let you have a drinkie." And she gave me her bottle of scotch to swill from the neck, no glass or anything."

"Now, boy, I'm going to tell you what you gotta do to keep Ruby amused this night. Because you really robbed her of her hard earned money. Now, you'll agree that I did you one good turn, gave your cock a hard licking. And brought you up to Paradise. But you didn't give me no bread for it. Now, the tables are turned. You're going to do things for me, and get no bread for it. And if you don't do it, you're going get your ass kicked hard. You dig me, Richie, boy."

By this time, doctor, I was able to get the sordid facts together. That Ruby was a harlot who plied her trade in the streets, and that she had mistook me for a paying customer. Under that false idea, she readily took her swollen cock into her mouth, and brought me to the blast-off.

She felt herself cheated when I did not deliver the bread.

And now, she thought of having the right to take it out in trade, on me.

What strange idea lurked in her head, I would shortly find out.

She came into the living room, lay down on the couch, her big tits flopping down, practically the side of her body. They were two monster tits, I tell you.

"Now, white boy, apply your mouth to this here tit and suck it for all your worth. Do a right good job, and you won't get your tail blistered."

I started to go down there, to her tit, when she stopped me cold.

"Get all your clothes off, there, Richie. I wants you stark."

I looked like a paleskin up against her dark body.

And then she says, put your mouth on my tit, boy, now, and suck for your life."

I took her tit in my mouth, and felt that hard nipple, and started to suck it. She had a brown tit and a dark nipple, and it was hard, all right. I sucked and sucked on it, and she just lay back and gave me directions.

Told me when to lay it down, so that I could start on the other tit.

I sucked that. Then I sort of felt a bit devilish, and bit on it, cause it was turning me on.

I felt a cuff on the head. Sock!

"Don't you bite anything, you motherfucker! "Did I tell you to bite me?"

"Now, I wants you to go down on my beautiful body, and wipe my cunt."

I looked around. "Wipe it with what, Ruby?"

"With your tongue, you stupid kid. What the hell did you think?"

Well, doctor, I had never done a thing like that in my short and unhappy life. And I didn't feel like doing it then either. Surely, no black cunt. Well, it's not that I'm a racist or anything, because I am not. But the idea of licking cunt, somehow that really knocked me out.

So, I just sat there, kinda frozen, thinking about it.

And she cuffed me again. "Get into action, boy!"

I could see that I was her victim. She was at least ten times stronger than me, with arms like steel bands. When she cuffed me with her open hand, I'd see stars!

So, I stooped to conquer, as they say in the books. I went down, put my mouth on her pussy. And just hung around there. It had a strong pussy scent, I guess. I wondered if my Mom's pussy smelled like that. And thinking of Mum, somehow, made me horny. I began to think, hey, it might be fun to lick this black pussy, and think it's Mom's!

So, then I started to kiss and lick her pussy. I got my tongue in there, and felt the warm flesh, and the button on top. She told me to hit her button, with my tongue. And to use my tongue like it was a cock.

"Lick my pussy like you are fucking it with your tongue, boy, that's how to do it!"

I didn't know what was happening to me, until I glanced down, and saw my cock up like a stallion's. I musta been enjoying it, after all, I thought. But it had to be because I had the idea that it was my mother's pussy that was getting the licking.

She started to get the impact of my hot scorching tongue, and she grabbed my head and pushed me into her, between her thighs. "You ain't doing bad now, Richie. Just keep on whipping my pussy."

I was getting bored with it, though. And she could tell that I no longer had any enthusiasm about it.

It began to bore me to suck her cunt off.

So, she grabbed me, pulled me over her, and started to whack my ass, just like that. Like my Mom did me when she got pissed off at me.

I let out a couple of yells.

So she hit me more, with her open palm, whacking my ass, leaving red marks, I could feel it.

Next time I tell you to lick my pussy, you put some action in it, she told me.

Then, doctor, just to show what her sentiments were about me, at that moment, she got up, while I was lying down. And sat on my face. Then she passed wind!

Farted on my face!

Was that an indignity! I mean, can you imagine anybody doing something that uncouth! She was a girl raised without breeding, one could plainly see.

Oh, I have heard my Mother fart up a storm in her day, but she did it delicately, not in my company. It has to be a weird world that we live in, doctor.

She got up, and gave me that malicious smile on her face.

"How'd you like that, white boy?"

"I suppose you've been eating too much black-eyed peas, Miss Ruby," I said politely. She had those arms like a blacksmith, and could nail me to the wall if I riled her.

That touched her funnybone, for she let out a great howl of joy.

"Yeah, black-eyed peas for a black fart in the white boy's face!"

Would there be any end to this shit getting thrown in my direction. I began to yearn for my own homestead, even if my mother did belt me, once in a while.

"Come here, boy!" She barked it at me, lying on the couch again.

I came over.

She looked at my cock. It was down, limp as a sad spaghetti. "What good is a thing like this?"

She flicked her finger at my limp dicK.

I got a shot of interest. "If Miss Ruby would apply the magic of her mouth to it, perhaps it would rise to life," I said.

"You little mother-fucker," she swore at me. Although she was pissed off, she knew that she'd have to coax my cock a bit, if she hoped to have the pleasure of it.

So she took it into her mouth and began to give it a vigrous workout.

That made me jump a bit, especially my cock, which jumped for joy. The presence of her warm, moist mouth and scorch-hot tongue did miracles for my Johnny, for he went up like an iron bar.

And the moment that happened, she took it from her mouth.

She spread her thighs.

"Now, stick that thing into my black pussy, boy."

I could see the pink flesh of her black pussy just gleaming with joy juice, and I did what my mistress wanted of me.

I pushed at her cunt, and to my complete astonishment, it slid in like it was greased. And it felt great, surrounded by all that moist hot meat, and all those juices.

"Now, slide that cock in and out of me. And don't you fire off until I tell you, or you'll get the cuffing of your life!"

So, there I was, fucking Miss Ruby, but part of me was scared that my cock might blast off, and she would whip me. So, it was a tough scene for me, doctor.

But I did the best I could under extremely negative conditions, right, doctor. I took hold of her big black buttocks, and kept on thrusting my white cock into her pink passion slit. And it felt just great. I sort of loved having it. It really turned me on. But every time I imagined that I might be getting close to firing my gun, she would rap out a word.

"Watch it, white boy!"

And I would have to slow it down and wait.

Because Miss Ruby wanted to get her rocks off before anything entertaining could happen to me. She was not interested in the behavior of my cock, just her cunt. And it was plenty slow getting warmed up.

I just wondered if I ever would hold out long enough for her to hit high C. I just kept on wearily grinding my cock into her slit, and waiting.

It began to lose the excitement, because it just went on too long. Over and over, I sunk my tool to the dark depths, then eased it up.

I was beginning to despair that she would ever have a come in this life. I figured that she was a hooker, and so used to it, that nothing could ever hit her heaven.

And just when I was ready to give up, and drop out, she grabbed my ass, and yelled, "Keep on humping, white boy, keep on humping!"

So, I tore loose and whacked up against her belly, over and over, until finally I went off. There was no holding it back. It just had to gush out.

And I thought it would be curtains for me. That my ass would get blistered, and that I'd be caged in there for days, like a dog; that the shit would fly.

But, just then, like she had been waiting for the hot white juice, she went off! In a blaze of black glory, she let out a great scream!

Well, that knocked me on my ass, for she grabbed me, kissed me, practically wiped my face with her tongue, she was so grateful for her come.

"Hey, kid, you really did a great job. You got a fine tool there. All it needs is a little encouragement.

And what do you suppose she did to express her appreciation? She cuffed me.

"What the hell, Miss Ruby. I haven't done anything. Why'd you do that?"

"I did it cause I like you, Richie. That's my way of showing that I like you."

"Now, I'm going to show you how much I like you, kid. Because you're a nice white boy who knows how to use his tool, when he has to. Now, come here, over to the bath tub. I'm going to show you a trick."

And, I, the little innocent, really thinking that I had had a great thing with her, shooting my load into her cunt, and her kissing me like crazy, I thought she would go on to show some more appreciation.

So, when she told me to lie down in the tub, I did that.

She smiled at me, told me I was a good kid. And she was going to do something nice for me.

So, what did she do?

She crouched over me and pissed on me!

I lay there stunned, paralyzed, not able to move a muscle, watching her golden stream of piss come pouring down all over my thighs and my cock and balls and my stomach. She kept on pissing like it had no ending.

And it was warm and it flowed over me.

I got so fascinated that I stared at it, at the stream flowing out of her cunt like it was the fountain of joy, or something else.

The funny bit is that after the shock of it, I began to find it exciting. I began to anticipate the flow of the warm juice over me. To even want it to flow, more and more.

I don't know what the hell was happening to me, doctor. She made me into some kind of a strange object, pissing over me, like that.

"Why'd you do that?" I yelped, shocked, even though I secretly found it exciting.

"Why? Cause you're a good kid. You deserve to be pissed on by a black girl," she said.

It really baffled me, hearing that. I suppose, in her complicated way, she might be trying to pay me a compliment. Or was she just getting back at me, just because white guys, in the past, may have insulted her, or something.

Anyway, after she went out, I took a quick bath to get the stuff off me. I soaped myself up, real good. Yet, thinking about it, I really found it exciting.

Imagine it. I never had any experience before I got to her place, and in one night, already, she had sucked my dick, had me suck her cunt and tits, and pissed on me. She had even let me fuck her.

In a manner of speaking, I was getting launched into a life of sex. I just wondered if it was really all that good. I kept thinking of my mother back home, with her stud. What could he be doing to her.

Did they beat each other, too? Did they suck and fuck like this, too.

Did she piss on him, after sex, to show him that she liked him?

I was really into a sex mental condition, I have to say.

I then drifted out of the bathroom, wondering what new piece of fun Miss Ruby had lined up for me. I was dragging my ass by this time, really whipped out, cause I had about two hours sleep, and only some soul food scraps to hold me up. Hold up my weary dick, you might say.

But Ruby seemed fresh as a black daisy. Nothing could wear that hunk of dark meat out, it seemed to me. And the more we dabbled in the pleasures of sex, the weaker I got, and the stronger she got.

The juice that went from me to her, just seemed to jab her with more energy. My juices that went down her throat, in her cunt, had revived her like vitamins, just as it ran me down.

But that didn't slow her down, just cause I was run down.

Still, she didn't cuff me for a couple of minutes, even said for me to have a gulp of booze, but not too much. She didn't want the booze to "kill off" my cock.

"You drink too much, Richie, and your tool will turn to macaroni. And you won't be much good to me. Then I'll have to chastise you."

Shit, I was getting a bit fed up with her chastisement, Doctor. Since I had got into her little den of vice, this black girl had been whacking me whenever the whim hit her. And that was often. I was a study in bruises and whelps and weals.

She thought whipping was good for my character. Or maybe, she thought it was one way to show affection. If she had a dog, she'd kick him and say "Nice dog, Fido."

She sure was one strange little black woman, and I sort of moseyed up to her with a bit of sex desire and a lot of caution. I never knew when she'd throw a right at me. By this time, my eye had swelled a bit, and was turning black, so that I would have a souvenir of this night for quite a spell.

She'd given me a black eye and a sore cock so far, and I kept wondering what she had up her sleeve now.

But she just sat on the couch, with her black tits flopping, looking like burnished black ivory, and studied me.

"You ain't scared of me, is you, Richie?"

I shrugged my shoulders, cool like. "Well, you sort of cuff me around a lot, Miss Ruby."

She laughed, and her mouth opened wide, so that you could just see it as a great cavity for cocksucking. I wondered how many cocks she sucked in one night, and thought it might be a good time to do some research.

"Well, you heard that ole line, Richie. You always hurt the one you love!" And she set up another guffaw that made the dishes rattle.

She was slightly uncouth in her expressions of humor, you can well believe.

Hurt the one you love, she said. It was a bit witty.

I then asked her, out of scientific curiosity. "How many cocks do you suck in one night in your profession, Miss Ruby."

Her eyes went stony, and I thought she was thinking up how many. And then she said in a honey voice, "Come here, Richie, I'm gonna whisper the answer in your ear."

And in the name of science, naturally, I went over to her, to learn about the sociological habits of the prostitute, so that perhaps one day I might write a research article on their customs.

And, when I got within arms reach of her, her hand shot out like a cannon, and I found myself flat on my ass.

She took a great swig of booze from the bottle and wiped her drooling mouth.

"You gotta have respect for women, Richie. Don't you know that the only reason I suck cocks is because I'se a victim of society. I'se been abused and misused by society ever since I was knee-high to the size of your cock in a state of excitement. Black boys raped me when I was toddling around. Cause they had no other forms of amusement. They didn't have TV to forget their troubles, and had to invent some, like playing with nine year old black girls. You see the connection between sex, violence and economics.

"Now, if those black boys had plenty of money, they would be going to the movies and be down at the corner store drinking cokes instead of entertaining themselves sticking their black cocks in a young girl like me.

"You see how black people get ripped off by the society. That's the problem of the white shits. They don't give the black boys jobs, so that it will use up their energy. And with all that energy boiling around in their pants, it's no wonder they start fucking us black girls so early.

"And then, we black girls get used to sucking off cocks. It's an easy thing to learn, especially when you get gangs of them coming at you at a time. You get in the habit of sucking cocks. And then, there's nothing left but to get the payoff for it. It's all economics, like Marx says. You see, white boy. We black girls find ourselves victims of the white power structure. It's all writ down in the books. But you're some little dopey white kid who don't know the score. So I'm teaching you. You won't find it out in your white-ass .schools, cause they don't teach the truth. Here it is, right in this place. You're getting it from the hoss' mouth."

And she took another great gulp of booze.

So that was the life-story of Miss Ruby, who started a life of sex at nine. Well, that's not so remarkable in the world today, I thought.

"Well, I'm sorry that you had a hard time, Miss Ruby. But you gotta remember that I ain't part of the power structure. I'm just a kid with a drunkard mother who grabs studs off the street and fucks them. I mean, you gotta remember, that I ain't the white slave master who screwed all his black slave women. I'm just a poor white kid who once had 75 cents in his pocket before he met you, and hasn't a thin cent now. And I've been wandering around the cold city without a bed to sleep in cause I've run out on the old lady.

"I mean, you gotta think like this, Miss Ruby, that maybe some of us white kids are also victims of society, like you."

"Don't give me no shit. You're white, and therefore, you got open sesame in the society. If you is black, you got blocks in front of you every step you take. You gotta be stupid not to understand that!"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, I don't know much, Miss Ruby, but it's a shit society we live in, anyway you look at it. And the one thing to do is get your piece of fun while you can."

"Sure, Richie. And that's what we're doing together, tonight. I'm giving you fun. Lots of fun."

She had pissed on me, made me suck her black cunt, and figured that she was dealing out fun to me. I was black and blue from the whackings she had given me all night, but she still figured she was putting out fun for me.

Well, the pain of some is the pleasure of others, I thought.

Then I felt a strong need to urinate, and I stood up.

"Where you going, boy?"

"Gotta take a piss, Miss Ruby."

"Stand there, boy." She grabbed a towel from a table, putting it under her feet.

"Now, I'm gonna show you there's no hard feelings. Piss on me."

That jolted me. I stared at her, thinking that she'd tear my cock right off me, if I did anything so strange. But she looked like she meant it.

"Yeah, go ahead. You can take your leak all over me. I like it. It's fun. Go ahead. Do it."

I stood there frozen, thinking that if I dared do it, she'd whack the shit out of me.

Then she got stony eyed, and I figured that I was frustrating her.

So I aimed my cock at her and started pissing.

I pissed first on her legs, then her thighs. She just stood there and smiled at me. That made me bolder, and I started to use my pecker like a hose, and swinging it around her, over her belly, up to her tits, down over her cunt, saturating her with the golden stream.

She laughed. And for one wild minute, I wanted to piss right into her mouth, but the fear clutched at my heart, so I kept my aim low. It was a long, lingering piss, and it made me feel right good. Cause I felt like I was getting back at her for all the abuse that she heaped on me.

But in her head, it was a fun thing. She laughed and rubbed it over her body.

"Good stuff, this. It's great for the skin. Nourishes the skin." That's what she said. She musta been out of her mind.

Then, after I finished, she stroked my face for the first time. Didn't hit me at all!

She went to the bathroom with the wet towel, and cleaned herself up.

Then, I went to the bathroom afterward, and washed up. I felt great because I figured if she was too big for me to knock out, at least I had avenged myself with a good piss on her!

Then, when I came out, she was sitting there, with the bottle, drinking right out of the neck of it. Her tits were heavy and the nipples were small, like when I had sucked on them.