Fast Forward but Not Far Away
I know it's jumping ahead, and don't worry, I'll go back to where I left off, but I just happened to come across some stuff that I'd forgotten about. When I got my first decent computer, I spent one snow-bound Winter scanning and storing as much as I could, and over the years I've transferred files – first by Disc and later by Flash Drive – and in the process I've probably lost some, and others have got mixed up, so I sometimes open a Folder titled 'Stuff and Nonsense' or 'Bits and Bobs' or even 'Teri's Stuffings' and find images I'd long forgotten. And though I've changed ever so much since I 
 
was a child (and at 13 I was definitely a Child, though I imagined myself to be grown up and sophisticated – subconsciously meaning Grown Men Up Me and Sometimes Getting Fisted) and it's a long time since I was fucked by a Man and I have found comfort and security and indeed LOVE in my Lesbian True Self. Even so, while these images show me being abused by Men, I wasn't aware of that at the time. I believed that I was in control of my Body, even if I was being Held, Subdued, Tied and Shackled. I believed that I was able to make Informed Decisions – it was My Body and if I wanted men to Fuck My Body and fill me with their Spunk in every orifice, that was that. Now I know that I had been Groomed – well-groomed – seduced and manipulated. It's appropriate that the word Manipulate begins 'Man' because it was Men who took pleasure in playing with the mind of a Child and using that Child's body with her (willing) agreement and co-operation. She was too young to know better.
     Enough of the diatribe – what I intended to write was that it was through Ronnie that I first encountered Black Men, with their Black Bodies and Black Cocks. Now there is a lot spoken and written about the size of Black Men's Cocks as being much more in size a power than White Men's. Well – some are and some aren't, just the same as everyone else. And in a lot of ways size can be a hindrance (as far as a 13 year old girls physique is concerned) and if it won't all go in, that's a bit of a waste, isn't it?
     Anyway, One afternoon, Ronnie turned up with a Black Afro-American musician (I had never heard of then, though later I found out he was pretty famous) who, like Ronnie, had a fondness for young girls – particularly young White girls. And I was pretty white – I've never taken much of a Tan, usually ending up red and blotchy if I sit too long in it. So I was evidently just what Ronnie thought this guy – I'll call him Ben, though it's not his real name. Ben was about 45 which to me was old, like Ronnie and his friends, many of whom were a lot older than that even. But as I spent most of my time with Men who were over 40 and some even in their 60s Ben was quite normal in that. But I'd never met a Black person before – none at School or in my social life up till this particular day. So I was instantly interested.
     I could see from the bulge in his pants that Ben was interested too – but Ronnie wanted to spin things out a bit. I didn't yet know that money changed hands with every encounter that Ronnie organised. Oh, the guys all behaved as friends, and I'm sire a lot of them were – they all had the same Hobby after all. But I was a good earner for Ronnie, and so were my friends Vikki and Laura and a few others who came and went on a more casual basis. And a lot of the guys liked as to call them daddy – we were expected to act young, even younger than we really were, which was pretty young. Well, Vikki was 12 when this all started, Laura and Me were 13. And as we weren't all well endowed in the chest department, Ronnie suggested that Laura and I should say we're 11 and Vikki 10. Well it's pretty easy to be a kid when you're not really much more anyway.
 
     Well Ben asked me if I'd ever had a Black Dick – it took me a moment or so to realise he meant Cock! Because it had reminded me of that fruit pudding we used to get at School sometimes – Spotted Dick! “No,” I confessed, “I've never even seen one before.” He looked at Ronnie reproachfully, as if he had been deliberately depriving us! “Do you wanna?” I wriggled a bit. “Oooh, yes please!” So he took it out and it was Big and Black and looked real solid. Now I don't mean Mega, you know, like a Horse or a Donkey, but it was bigger than Ronnie, Monty and George, that's for sure. “Wanna give me a Blow for starters?” Of course I did. Why else did he think I was there?
 
     So I knelt dow and took it in my hands, I could feel it throbbing, like when there's a big car, a Rolls or Jaguar or something and the engine's running and you put your hand on it and the power is throbbing, like it's a hundred horsepower or something – I don't really know anythung about cars. Oh Boy, he was ready for action. So I gave him my best Blow-job and he held me and controlled me, and he stopped before he came and told me to turn round and back up towards him, which I did, and he took my knickers off – I never found them again, he must have pinched them. So he pulled me down on his cock and let it sink into me. Now he was filming all this – I didn't knowat the time and he rammed and thumped and drove as deep as he could right into me – I was worried I'd burst inside. And when he came it was with a huge Judder! His cum was dripping out of me, there was too much for me to keep inside, and he bent down and licked me clean, all around my See You Next Tuesday and even between my Bum Cheeks. Now that I liked!