8 Black Men, Rex, & Unk’s Junkyard

I would just like to say before we get to the fun stuff that …
I was molested as a child, & as with most survivors of incest,
we have what most would consider deviant sexual practices or fantasies(obviously not all). Most of my stories (soon to come;) will contain Taboo situations…rape, incest, bestiality, water sports etc.
Even though I write about such things (for most it is a way to control what happened to them)
I IN NO WAY CONDOGNE HARMFUL TREATMENT OF CHILDREN OR ADULTS ! (except with adults consent;)
I’M HOPING TO BE THE CUTE TABOO SLUT WITH PIGTAILS THAT THOSE TYPES NEED TO NOT HURT CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!!
I’ve been a sexual person for as long as I can remember.  I was extremely curious about everything.  I enjoyed attention for being “cute”, even so much as to like being watched. Feeling eyes on my body made me tingle inside, although I never really understood why.
During my childhood my family owned several large dogs. I remember being shoved down into the dirt and mounted by these large animals. I didn’t know what was going on, but I liked it.  They were much too overpowering for me to do anything less than allow this violation of my body.  I remember bouncing around, looking around to see if anyone noticed me being mounted by the family dog on the front lawn.  Inevitably my mother would come running out to “save” me.  I never understood what the big deal was about, especially considering she acted so mortified but refused to say a word about it.
Needless to say, that brought my curiosity bubbling up over the boiling point.  Anytime I would baby-sit, after the kids had gone to bed, I found myself leading the miscellaneous dogs to a secluded room in the house. I would pat them on the head & then open my legs to reveal my tight wet slit. Before I could even give directions they would lick my sweet slit clean.  There massive long tongues invading my tight space till I shuddered with delight.  Most of the time I fell asleep with the dogs face nestled between my legs.
When I turned 18, I moved out of the house & into the ghetto.  I didn’t mind it, I was sick of country life & its limited ideas about people & their personal life.  Besides, it was nice to find out that the black community appreciated a nice ass! The punk ass white boy country bumpkins I was used to would call J-lo fat & not PHAT.  I digress as women often do;)  I rented a place with my on again off again dick.  I paid most of the bills, but I didn’t care because my walks to work gave me more opportunities to get my ass smacked & pulled into some random garage where I started to build the rep of the girl who could swallow anything!

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