Black Man’s Girl My name is Melissa. I used to be Mel but that all changed after five years in state prison. I’m twenty-seven years old, five foot six inches with big green eyes, thick ruby-red lips (black guys call them ‘cock-sucking lips’) and a petite build weighing only 125 lbs. Even though I’m slim I have big heavy C-cup breasts that always get in the way. Black men seem to always be bumping into them and apologizing. I got them from years of taking hormones, which was something I wanted to do; it just made me feel better about myself. My tits balance nicely with a skinny waist, my plump ass and wide hips.
They bounce up and down and my nipples stick out a lot, plus from all the years of estrogen my areolas are pronounced and wide, as big as any natural woman’s. Sometimes it makes me self-conscience, especially when I don’t wear a bra. I’ve needed a bra since I’m twenty-one years old, just before I got thrown in a men’s prison. In truth, I don’t resemble a boy at all anymore even though I was born one. I have long auburn brown hair to my shoulder blades, which now that it’s long is very wavy. Sometimes I straighten it because I know with heavy makeup it makes me look slutty. Is that okay to admit? I do secretly enjoy expressing my slutty side and sometimes when I party, like when one of the black guys offers me a hit off the glass pipe, I pretty much take my top off and let any guy, preferably black, do what they want to me. I just got out from prison where I spent five …
years for felony possession of crack cocaine. I’ve spent most of my adult life inside a state penitentiary, and surrounded by big horny black inmates. After my conviction I was sent to a holding cell and then transferred to the state penitentiary. The Corrections Department van was loaded with Black and Hispanic men. I was the only white guy there. They were making nasty comments, telling me how I would be ‘punked’ out, whatever that meant. Processing is a demoralizing experience. First you must be de-loused to prevent transmission of lice or mites. When I stripped naked the guards started laughing. There I stood all pale and white with my C cup breasts sticking out and a line of prisoners gawking. The guards segregated me.
Told me I didn’t need de-lousing because I had no body hair and to just shampoo my head. Then I had to undergo a cavity search. I was told to bend over and grab my toes. A big black guard came up behind me and spread my ass cheeks open. “Sheeet, yo, check out dis bitch, she got a hairless pussy!” “Ooooo-weeee!” said another guard. “S’gonna be a good summa for D Block!” The guard took his latexed finger, swabbed a bit of Vaseline and stuck it way up my ass. He spent quite awhile inspecting my hole just to be extra sure I wasn’t hiding anything. Kinda made these circling motions plus also I could feel his breath on my ass cheeks. I couldn’t help it, all that attention to my body especially my pussy-hole made me leak pre-cum. I was so embarrassed. He slapped …
my ass, threw me my stripes and sandals and pointed to the corridor leading to the prison facility. “Cell Block D, bitch! Das where you belong.” The last I heard they were snickering and whistling as I walked to my new home. I’m very feminine. As much as I wanted to be viewed as another male inmate, I learned early on that was not how it would go. I’ve been mistaken for a girl a lot in my life but never really thought about it until I came to prison. Aside from those looks I described I have the kind of butt the black guys really like, I mean it’s big and padded with plenty of jiggly fat, especially for a skinny white girl, I mean boy, like me.
When I walk I can feel it sway from side to side and I get self-conscious knowing the homies are checking out my chubby backside real estate. I hear whistles and hoots from the blacks. I can’t imagine what they’re thinking, well, since spending seven years in prison now I can. And it is really raw and dirty; they constantly tell me how they can’t wait to get their big fat dicks up my pussy. Yes, I said pussy because that’s what they turned my once-tight asshole into- a wet gushy vagina that accommodates the biggest blackest dicks. I’ve been fucked by niggers so many times my ass simply opens and accommodates them with no bleeding or pain. In fact, and I shouldn’t say this, I like it a lot and sometimes even squirt juice if they fuck me hard enough. It doesn’t help that my penis is extremely small. And my ball sac is so little since …
all the estrogen I’ve injected, it doesn’t even hang, it sits pulled up like a little baby sac just below my now puckered asshole. It’s more like a small bump where my vagina ought to be. Sometimes at night in my cell when no one was looking I’d stick my finger in my hole and squish it around a little. I learned quickly that there is a hierarchy in prison, black men are number one. They’re the superior race and they run everything. They make the rules and you better follow them. Little white boys like me are at the bottom, in essence the black guys were the men and the white boys were the girls, the sissies, the cunts, etc and therefore fair game to all black inmates.
Sometimes they call me that, like when I first came into prison and went through intake, I don’t know why but all the inmates especially the black guys kept grabbing my chest and calling me ’cunt’. And, I don’t really mind if they wanna call me cunt just as long as they didn’t gang Molestation me, which they did! The thing about prison, especially state where guys are doing ten plus, is there’s nothing much to do all day but get high and fuck. For the long-timers, there’s nothing else. It’s not like they feel motivated to get a college degree or anything- this is home for them now, and in the future. So when they see a pretty young thing coming their way, it’s a big deal. It’s practically a cultural event. I had never been around black men before and in fact my family was a bit racist and raised me as such. I’ve said the …
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N word many times but when I got to prison and saw these huge beastly black men I was terrified. From the start they had their eyes all over me. I was conscious of every inch of my body because everywhere I went their eyes were on me. I can’t describe the feeling, I was strangely excited and it didn’t help my fat tits stuck out prominently and my nipples got hard when I noticed black men staring at me. I didn’t know what to do. It kind of gave me away and a few times could feel cum leaking from my little clitty, I mean penis. I never really leaned toward other men sexually before but from the first day I had seen plenty of sex and black cock, especially in the shower when I saw three white boys sucking off, and getting fucked by, a squad of black men.
I wondered just how that was happening, were they letting these black guys do this because they liked it or were they scared? It looked like both, they were submitting like a girl, and at the same time petrified of being hurt. Those were some really big dicks; I could never think of mine the same again. Mine was laughable. The only reason others could even see it was because I shave my crotch bare naked like a little girl. Not that there was ever much hair there to begin with. I don’t know, it just makes me feel good to be perfectly bare all over, especially between my legs. I used to have some body hair, not much, but even that disappeared after all those hormones. It never grew back. The guards were obviously in on the action. …
They kept watch from the front of the big shower room, allowing this lurid conduct. Curiously, they kept me segregated from the others on the far side. I suppose with my breasts and all, and my hair was especially long at that time, I really looked like a girl. The only way you could tell otherwise was if you looked between my legs in front, and even then it didn’t hang, just kinda stuck out an inch. My balls were so shrunk from estrogen you could easily mistake them for pussy lips. There were twenty black men, some of them black as night, others brown-skinned and lighter. They had gang tats over their bodies, which were mostly hard and muscular.
The one thing they all had in common was those gigantic cocks. They caught me peeking more than once, and that seemed to rile them up. It wasn’t hard to tell either because they went from soft to hard in seconds. Those were some enormous erections, all pointing straight to the ceiling. Like there was some giant powerful magnet above the tile controlling them. I blushed. I turned around so as not to encourage them, but then heard whistles because they could see my ass. They were saying lurid and graphic things about my rear end. Uh oh, I thought. If they’re fucking those white guys, and I’m way more fem than them, plus having big breasts and a fat ass, what was in store for me? I looked down. My nipples and areolas were stimulated and hard.
So was my little dick, which measured all of three inches fully excited. I tried to ignore it. …And washed my hair… I was getting hit on, very aggressively on a constant basis by a lot of guys. One, his name was Marvin, kept telling me he was going to Molestation me soon and that just wasn’t going to be my choice. He was a real thug, built like an animal, very Mike Tyson but more vulgar and dangerous, if that’s even possible. He scared me. But curiously I found my nipples perk up when he said Molestation. Hmmm, I don’t know, I guess I thought it was all part of prison life and shrugged it off. Another said he was going to make me his wife and hand me out his homeboys, two others from across my cell kept telling me they had pink thong panties and red lipstick they wanted me to wear.
Then there was this black man named Dwayne , I mean he was like 6 foot 8 and at least 285 lbs, all muscle , cut up, with a shaved head who was different, he didn’t say things exactly like that; he was smooth but still very matter of fact, firstly, that either way I would be giving up my little white pussy eventually, that I would need a man, but I’d pretty much belong to him, and that I would learn rules because I was a pretty little white girl and could never be a man. I had to think about that and that’s all I thought about, having a man, being a girl… at first I felt ashamed because I was imagining being that way with black men who , even though they were right, treated me like property and lesser, and given what my dad taught me, I still was really liking the idea! A strange mix of shame and lust …
knowing I might be reduced to a simple sperm receptacle, a play toy for black men. Maybe its pheromones or something but since the day I entered prison and saw these big black men I mean how could I possibly act like any kind of man? My whole being seemed to gravitate towards my place as woman in this prison society. I occasionally caught myself walking with a little more shake in my ass, or deliberately jumping up and down so men noticed my boobs bounce. Even my voice responded naturally, moving an octave higher and genuinely sounding female. Still, though I was just fantasizing I was very scared what people would think, particularly my cellie, a snarly white guy with swastikas and other racist tats- he kept telling me to stay away from the niggas, that all they wanted was to fuck me, to put me in daisy dukes, pass me around, make me wear makeup and call me some girls name etc. The white race is superior he insisted.
I went along with it. But the more he ran his mouth off, that niggers are beneath us, that their dicks are only bigger than ours because they’re animals, I’m dreaming about sucking that fat twelve-inch black dick I peeked at in the shower. My cellie already looked at me like I was a sissy, and even though he too was forced to suck cock he still claimed to be a hundred percent straight male. A few times he even came on to me, squeezing my breasts while I was sleeping and once even kissing me. But he was repulsive to me, unlike the awesome and intimidating black men …
who swaggered about the prison, like masters. It wasn’t long that I started gravitating toward Dwayne , I mean I don’t know I just felt so feminine with him, then like sometimes we’d walk the track together and he would slip things in like I was the sexiest white boy he’d ever seen, that I should at least try and see if I’d like to give myself up to a black man completely, that I shouldn’t waste my big fat booty and cock-sucking lips. One day I mean I had really been completely focused on Dwayne, I couldn’t think of anything else, so I decided to take it cautiously, I slipped him a note at lunch: Dwayne, Hey, it’s Melissa, I really miss you today! I like how you make me feel, and hope you don’t get mad for what I have to say.
I’ve been thinking about what you said, how I shouldn’t waste my body and pretty face, and how I ought to be protected by a big strong black man and, well… I want to be your girlfriend. I want to try but don’t want anyone else to know, because I’m afraid they’ll think I’m gay and then I might get sent to the dorm room and Molestationd or something… I’ve fooled around with men before but never a relationship or anything. It was usually quick one-time sex at an adult arcade or in the park. But with you it’s different. You are all man and bring out the girl in me. You make me want it more than just one time. Please keep this a secret.
Let me know what you think. Kisses, Melissa. I added a giggle, just to keep it light but deep inside knew what this meant- I was …
asking him to own me. It was exhilarating and frightening. What if he told others? I got a reply note from him not long after. He promised to keep my secret but also said it wouldn’t take long for the rest of the block to know I was turned out and owned. He said we would have to get rid of my cellie so he could move in. And that once the homies saw that, they would know all. But he also said I would be under his protection now, so in a way I’d be safer than before. I don’t know what Dwayne did but the white guy moved the next morning and in came my man. I made sure my legs were shaved smooth that day.
I changed my hair style to surprise him. Gave myself cute bangs in front but kept it long and straight everywhere else. No more prison-issued uniforms for me. I had on my shortest shorts, a thin form-fitting pair that rode halfway up my ass. My cheeks were quite visible. A flimsy tank top that showed my belly button, and some wedges I had smuggled into prison. I was like a cat in heat, pacing the walls of my cell, my tits barely held in place. My nipples poked through and a few times the guards whistled. I took red Kool-Aid and chap stick and made lip-gloss. I wore blue eye shadow I’d created from colored pencils. I wasn’t a man anymore, not even a boy wanting a man, I was a weak little girl who needed a real man, a black man to balance the feminine bitch I’d become. I was really nervous, but he took control of the situation, let my hands hold that throbbing black dick in his ..
pants… it was so exciting to know that what was in there was mine to please, that it was my job, my duty, to satisfy that enormous piece of manhood. He put a curtain over the bars for privacy. Then told me to get on my knees and take his pants down. I fully complied, actually felt relieved to take direction from him. I could already see the big dark pink mushroom head sticking out below his boxers. It was glistening with pre-cum. Then I pulled his underwear down and cooed with delight at my treat. It was a full 13 inches long… I couldn’t believe it! It was even bigger than I imagined! He quickly guided my head to it and told me how to suck a black dick. He told me how a black man likes it slow and steady all the way to the base.
That I should sometimes come back up and make a pop sound with my lips rolling over the bulbous head. That I should let him hold the back of my head and fuck my face if he wishes. That it was no hands, all mouth, unless he said otherwise. I took great pleasure slowly running my tongue up and down that long shaft and even licked his hairy balls, which smelled sooo good. The smell and taste of his balls was intoxicating, like I was finding my rightful place in life- between a strong black man’s legs.
I wanted him to cum in my mouth but he was anxious to get his black dick in me. He put me down on his bunk on my stomach and got between my legs from behind, spreading me open. He slapped my cheeks and grabbed handfuls of flesh. “This is mine now, you …
understand me bitch?” “Yes Daddy, I am your property. I am yours to use as you please”, I obediently replied. “He slapped my ass hard this time. “Bitch, you don’t have to tell me I can do as I please. I already know that, cunt!” To hear him call me cunt was thrilling. I felt my heart skip a beat. Wow, I thought, I really am becoming his girl. To my surprise he held my cheeks open and bent close, so that his face was only inches from my puss. I could feel his breath on my skin, it gave me goose bumps.
Then suddenly I felt his whole mouth cover my hole. It was beyond any pleasure I had ever experienced. Dwayne began to roll his tongue around my anus, echoing its shape and slurping. Then he would back away a few inches, hold it open and spit into it. Then, again with the soft caressing, followed by jabbing motion of his tongue. He was preparing me for the assault. He couldn’t see my dick smothered underneath but I was hard and leaking pre-cum. I probably could have cum if he kept it up. Then he stopped, pulled a small tube of lube from his front pocket and generously dabbed some on his middle finger. Then, inserted it into my rectum and squished it around in circles, as if he was trying to gauge the space within. How he was able to get lube was beyond me but obviously Dwayne had connections. And thank God for that lube because otherwise he would surely tear my anus up. That thing between his legs was a weapon and could easily send me to the hospital ward for stitching. He pressed …
that fat mushroom head up to my sphincter. I felt pressure, and then my sphincter began to stretch open, submitting to the intruder and trying to accommodate him. He pushed further, slowly, even gently, which just drove me crazy with both fear and delight at once. I was completely at his mercy. If he chose to pile drive me, I would tear and bleed immediately. But he didn’t. He just kept pushing very slowly, incrementally and softly whispered into my ear, “Das it, baby, das it”. His deep masculine ghetto voice just sent me into a trance. “Gimme ma pussy, baby, dat pussy’s mine now” he would say. “Tell me it’s mine”. “It’s your pussy, Daddy. It belongs to you” I replied in a meek girl’s voice. “Damn straight is mine. And I can give it to anyone in D Block I choose, understand me bitch?” “Yes Daddy, whenever and to whoever you say”. Saying that to him while he pushed that monster in made me wild with lust. It took ten minutes to accommodate his massively thick erection but to his credit he was ever so patient like he knew how critical it was to break me in right. That’s the secret to turning out a sissy whore- you have to start slow and build up so she begs for more. Then you can do whatever you want with her- loan her out, pimp her, force her to score dope for you…anything. Once he was in there it felt good, especially when he went balls deep and bottomed out in my now obscenely stretched anus. I could actually feel the pubic hair on his balls tickling the underside of my …
scrotum. It just drove me wild to feel such a delicate sensation combined with being filled to the brim with erect black meat. I just couldn’t believe I had accommodated him. He pumped into me powerfully, at first slow but then an increasing pace, instinctively knowing what I could handle. His black cock controlled me and he knew it. Suddenly, uncontrollably I felt my little clit, I call it a clit but in reality it was my hard little penis, suddenly ejaculated at the precise moment he kissed me and tongued my mouth. I kept cumming and cumming which I didn’t know you could do without touching yourself. He knew it too, by the way my sphincter muscle dilated and contracted with each spurt. I couldn’t hide that.
He just chuckled, as if amused by how overwhelmed I was under his body. Then he really picked up the pace, and his body slammed into mine. His ass muscles powered the cylinder now boring a well in my backside. I was sinking into the mattress, almost invisible underneath this giant beast. It got faster and faster, harder and harder. Almost violent. When he did finally shoot his sperm his hard-on got extra swollen, and pulsated inside me. Every pulse made me shudder. He unloaded completely inside me silently, in complete control of himself with only the slightest indication by his heavy breathing. He then collapsed his weight on top of me. Like a wild animal that had killed its prey, securing it for later consumption. I could barely breath, his weight was suffocating me. At the …
same time I wanted him to remain like that forever, enveloped in the aroma of his sex, and under his complete domain. I was a black man’s girl from that moment forward… The thing about a white boy in prison, especially a feminized little pussyboy like me, is if she gives herself to a black man she can’t take that back. Dwayne told me what he had to in order to get me, instead of going the route other black guys did, like intimidating and threatening me.
He did it like a real player, the second his black dick entered me I belonged to him. In hindsight I don’t blame him for it- he was the alpha male among the alpha males. I was the prize bitch and only the top Rocky gets the prize bitch. But the way he did it was so crafty and shrewd. He could have done it with brute strength, too, and I would have been his. But somehow he knew that to get me voluntarily, by subtle suggestion, to sense his power simply by being in his presence, that was the way to get me wholly and with total devotion. Dwayne immediately laid out his rules; he was the man, I was the woman so I had to act, dress and talk like a woman. I was to refer to myself as whore, cum dump, or lady depending on his mood. I would suck his enormous black dick, or any other brutha’s dick whenever and wherever he ordered. If he wants me to submit to his homeboys and loan me out to friends for their personal use I would do so and do it with a smile. Wow, the thought of that was electrifying. I mean, it was orgasmic with Dwayne, …
but imagine if it was like five or six niggers taking turns in my holes. My little clitty got all hard and stuck to my panties when he said it to me, and he started chuckling when he saw that. And oh boy he did, he held many gangbangs, or as they called them ‘covered wagons’, where I was put on all fours naked behind a bunk bed covered in a sheet in the back of the dormitory room. It was no accident I was the only white person there. The guards allowed it knowing how black men would use me. It actually helps to keep prison violence down if aggressive angry black men take their frustration out on a white female. And I was as close to white female as anything they’d seen, especially with my long hair, full breasts and fleshy ass.
I wasn’t sure if it was something exciting or frightening but I knew either way I was going to be gang-Molestationd. The first time Dwayne shared me, he had me come to his friend DeRon’s cell after lunch. He told me to wear my shortest skirt, heels and a belly tank top with no bra so my nipples stuck out. I knew just what to wear, white thong panties and this plaid school-girl min-skirt that really showed off my legs and ass. I wore a sheer halter top that really hid nothing and showed off my tits. I wondered if Dwayne might even have some crack at this party, because he knew after a few bumps I transform into a crazy black cock-loving slut. He loved my milky white tits and showed them off every chance he got. I remember once in the cafeteria, he came up behind …
me and lifted up my top and the entire lunchroom went silent. As I walked to DeRon’s cell I heard cat calls and whistles- every black man on tier wanted my ass. That turned me on… as I walked down the corridor in my schoolgirl mini-skirt. Half my ass was visible. When I arrived I saw seven very big, very black men look up at me all eyes and smiles. The guard pushed me into the cell. He closed and locked the steel door behind me. “Have fun, you got three hours”, he said walking off, leaving me alone with this gang of hardcore thugs. First Dwayne passed me around- there were six of them besides him.
I had to ride their laps till I felt their erections through pants. I felt men’s hands rubbing my tits through my halter, one finally pushing it down. Then he had me take off my skirt like a strip tease and made me get on the farthest bed from the cell bars, on all fours with my skirt bunched up around my waist and told me to stick my fat white ass out and wag it. When I did that I heard all his friends moan with lust and knew then they were all gonna fuck me. He didn’t go first, he let DeRon go, and as he slid his prison pants down I saw an enormous dark brown almost black erection, pop free. It must have been eleven inches long. It bobbed up and down and he said, “Prison cunt you gonna get yo pussy fucked reeeeeel good.” With that he laughed and I felt him get behind me. Then I felt a big gob of lubricant slopped up against my hole, he was mushing it inside with his fingers real …
rough and fast. Just to taunt him I squeezed my muscles a few times, making my sphincter wink. Then I felt the enormous bulbous head of his cock pressing into my pussyhole, and at the same time his homeboy Andre whipped his dick out, another monster at least nine inches, pointing straight to the ceiling. Andre positioned himself in front of my face. He grabbed a handful of my long hair and forced his erection down my throat. One movement, no easing into it. I gagged reflexively. He seemed to like that, settling into a slow but steady rhythm. I was unable to speak regardless, which was a good thing because suddenly DeRon rammed his dick deep into my anus. He too went straight in, to the hilt, balls deep.
It made a squishy, globby sound because of the lube, which greased up my hole so I wouldn’t bleed. Still it was painful. Then DeRon moaned and yelled to Dwayne, “Shit this bitch so tight I thought you been fuckin’ dis ho, Dwayne?!” He then proceeded to hold my ass cheeks, the fat mostly, and use them as handles as he mercilessly pounded my boy-cunt until it opened like a flower. I could feel my big heavy tits dangling and swinging back and forth from the force of his lust-crazed thrusts. My nipples gave me away, hard and pointy. Men were grabbing at my swinging pendulums, roughly pinching the nipples. I can’t describe the feeling of being the center of attention for seven pent-up horny black men. The whole cell smelled like dick. Nasty commentary was heard all round as these …
two massive dicks assaulted my holes. DeRon’s pace was fervent, it picked up and suddenly I knew he was gonna cum. By this time I was urging him on, talking like a shameless whore, spreading my legs as far apart as possible while still remaining on all fours, and pushing back at his pistoning erection. By now my rectum was totally stretched and gaping wide.
DeRon had kept his promise- my pussy was busted. He slammed into my behind one last time, pulled my ass cheeks wide till I felt they would split, his curly pubes pushed against my splayed-open pussy and then…felt warm gushy spurts. One spurt after another. I felt his dick throb with each ejaculate. He pushed into me so hard I would have fallen forward but Andre was there, keeping me steady as he fucked my mouth. I suppose seeing DeRon pump my hole full of cum was too much for him and he too suddenly and without warning moaned, held the back of my head so that his curly pubes were in my nostrils and belted shot after shot down my throat. His cock and balls smelled like black prison smut, a scent I came to adore. I squealed with delight while trying not to choke. When DeRon pulled out there was an audible pop sound that echoed in the cell chamber followed by the feeling of warm cum trickling down the back of my legs. I heard a few of the black guys suck their teeth. It was exhilarating- two complete strangers, two black thugs, had just unloaded inside me- and there were still five to go! I coyly looked back with my …
heavily-shadowed eyes and said, “Who’s next?” They were quickly replaced by two more, taking up the same positions front and rear. I didn’t catch their names but was amazed at their cock-size. Once again, I was staring at two massive black erections. Ten inches easy. The guy getting behind me, his cock was pointing upward and already oozing pre-cum. I was excited and flattered, and wiggled my butt. DeRon’s semen was the perfect lubricant, even better than jelly, so this new guy with the massive erection sunk in like warm butter. He must have liked the way my puss felt, and I couldn’t help think the more these guys came in me, the better it probably felt to them. The nigger in front of me said, “Open wide, bitch”, and I didn’t need to be told twice. I opened my lip-glossed mouth wide and he stuffed it in, and down my throat. I could only moan, which gave away my shameless lust.
This only further enticed them, and from both ends they squished and thrust. Between the nasty comments the only sound in the cell was the hard slapping sound of black men pounding white ass, the squishy sound of my now-busted hole and the gurgling involuntarily choking from huge black dick down my throat. The guy fucking me, I still didn’t get his name, he had the biggest balls. Every time he plowed into me I could feel these big heavy plum-size testicles slam into the bare underside between my gaping asshole and my pathetic little ball sac. It actually hurt getting beaten by those big heavy balls. The ass …
fucking I could take, due to DeRon opening me proper, but those big heavy nuts felt like sandbags crushing whatever pint-size testicles I still had. I cried in pain, big mistake, because that just sent him into overdrive. I shoulda kept it to myself knowing these niggers get off on punishing white cunts. By this time they all had their pants off and cocks out, hard as a rock, which I was very flattered by. There must have been a good eighty inches of black dick around, all waiting their turn.
As these two niggers pulled a train on my whore ass, someone passed a loaded crack pipe around and even let me have a blast. The feeling was amazing and I began to urge them on, telling them to Molestation my ass and make me pregnant. The guy fucking me said, “You want me to make you pregnant? Shit bitch well here it comes!” and proceeded to unload. He mirrored DeRon’s previous act, spreading my ass as wide as possible by pulling on the fat of my ass cheeks, then pile driving one final hard thrust and holding it there. I felt a warm ocean of hot semen flood my insides. “Uggghhhh” I heard the grunt as I felt the spurts. Those big balls unleashed an obscene amount of fluid. There was so much sperm in me that when he pulled out copious amounts of semen spilled over my ball sac and onto the dirty mattress. A little puddle had collected directly beneath my cunt. I was a fucking cum pig at that point. All the homeboys laughed saying what a dirty cunt I was, then one of them shot-gunned me another …
blast of crack smoke. Wow, I felt it rush to my head and body.
I asked in my most femmy voice, “Who’s next, boys?” That’s when Dwayne stepped up with his baseball bat of a cock. “You ready for this nigger dick, bitch?” he asked, just as my rectum involuntarily expelled a creamy glob of semen. “Yes, Daddy, please use my cunt-hole, please I beg of you” I frantically replied, and meant it. That’s the thing about crack, it makes me a wanton shameless black dick-loving whore. It happens every time, and I suspect Dwayne arranged for some this evening knowing how crazy I get. By now, my asshole was permanently gaped open, even without a cock sawing in and out.
I mean, please, after DeRon’s 11-incher and the last guy’s 10-inches, whose name I never got, my asshole really did resemble a vagina now, with a vertical opening and swollen pinkish skin all around, from the constant savage ramming. Then, I was suddenly faced with this incredible mean-looking veiny black erection, which its owner quickly slapped back and forth on my cheeks. I looked up. It was Marvin, the guy who kept telling how he would Molestation me. “I love big nigger dick”, I managed to utter before he filled my mouth. “After yo’ daddy finishes, expect this tool deep in yo’ pussy”, he said almost with anger. Strangely that didn’t scare me it just turned me on more. Then he grabbed my hair and jammed it down my throat, immediately causing gag-reflex. I liked it and he could tell. “Fuckin’ ho likes dat black dick doncha?” I tried …
to answer but all I could do is make throaty sounds because he was fucking my face brutally, while using my hair locks as handles so I couldn’t move. Another black guy nearby, whose name I didn’t know but who I’d seen starting at me many times in the shower, suddenly stuck his huge erection in my face and said, “Here bitch I gots more f’ you!”, and proceeded to shoot volley after volley of nigger cum all over my cheeks and even into my heavily-mascara’d eyes. Meanwhile Dwayne was getting into serious fucking position, crouching over me like a stud mounting a mare.
I must have looked so small between these massive black men. Then Dwayne started fucking me for real and I practically passed out. He was like a motor, fucking fast and long-dicking me. If my cunt was stretched before, it was now just a loose fleshy orifice, Dwayne always made sure of that. He started kissing my ear and whispering to me, “Das it, baby, das it take dat dick, woman, take all dat dick girl” “You my woman? You my woman?” he kept asking as I felt a tsunami welling up inside me. When he stuck his tongue in my mouth I suddenly stiffened and began cumming! I froze in place on my hands and knees and felt my little dick squirt as my rectum spasmed and contracted with every ejaculate. I couldn’t control it, filled with at least two feet of massive black dick spit-roasting me from both ends while a gang of black men stood nearby waiting for their turn to do the same. I noticed that DeRon had come close again, …
sporting another massive erection, and realized he was gonna fuck me twice. Suddenly it dawned on me that the others might have a second go too. Yikes I thought and turned my face towards DeRon the little I could because of Marvin’s grip. He said, “Sheet bitch you done got me hard again” as he nodded to the huge erection bobbing between his legs. Wow, I thought, he actually Molestationd me with that thing. My body went limp after I came. I was a ragdoll. I tried to squeeze Dwayne’ enormous boner with my sphincter but couldn’t feel my ass muscles. It was numb. I was opened like a flower, like a vagina. And could still feel the constant flow of semen rolling down my little ball sac and down my thighs.
Dwayne held my little waist with his big black hands firmly keeping me in Rockygie, taking it like a Rocky. He suddenly picked up the pace, started pounding deeper and more violently, really owning my ass. I mean just using me as a fuck doll…squish squish squish went my sloppy cunt then he rammed it in one last time and slammed it deep and held it there… that’s when I felt him ejaculate. There was so much cum in me already I could feel it overflowing around Daddy’s thick cock. Marvin kept skull-fucking me, saying really nasty things like, “Oh yeah bitch take that cum. Take that cum bitch”, real nigga-like. That was all I remember clearly except the incessant pounding of my now gaping ass-cunt and the chatter of black men getting their freak on. The crack pipe was held to my face and someone …
put a lighter to the tip. “Take yo’ medicine, bitch”. I took a long slow draw and held it. Then exhaled and went blank… I can remember being helped to my feet a short time later. As I stood up semen from seven black men began spilling out of my ass. It made a splashy sound on the ground. There was dried cum all over my face and hair. I wondered how many loads I took. I had been used as a sperm repository. I was told to put my clothes back on and go back to my cell. “You done good, baby”, said Dwayne. “Thank you Daddy”, I replied as I fastened my skirt and put my halter on.
I had to leave DeRon’s cell with my hair up or it would stick to my face. “You have a nice time, Miss?” said the black guard kinda smiling and chuckling. I wondered if maybe he too had a go at my holes. I had trouble walking, and when I did it was bowl-legged. I walked wobbily, stumbling more than once in my black heels, and needed the guards help to keep me steady. I had lost my skirt and top, and was entirely nude except for my thong. The inmates jeered. I looked like a used whore, which is what I had become. My legs were coated in running sperm that continued to leak out of my now deformed asshole. No worries, I thought, it always tightens up in a day or two. Things moved along quickly after that. I was known as the hottest cunt in the prison, and the most sought after in Cell Block D, the African-American wing, though no one would call it that. There were over four hundred inmates, and only twelve were …
not black. Myself, nine other white sissies and two Asian fags. So to be the hottest cunt in Block D wasn’t all that exclusive but the other blocks knew of me, and on occasion would yell profanities from their windows during yard time. They heard told there was an inmate with real titties in C, a real bitch, and their aim was to get transferred for a shot at “dat white pussy”. It felt good to be with black inmates, because I already knew what they wanted from me, and could feel relatively confident I wouldn’t get shanked, or worse. Most were hardened criminals, doing ten years or more some for Molestation or worse. Getting fucked in the ass all day isn’t so bad once you get use to it. And the truth is, I liked it. My anus grew elastic and opened up real easy, no more pain or bleeding- that was another thing they liked, that I enjoyed it.
I liked having feminine charms that drove the black boys crazy. I liked their passion, the way they fucked and the way they wanted to kiss me. That was probably the greatest compliment. They didn’t want to kiss any of those other sissies; all they wanted from them was mouth and ass. But with me it was different. They would wrap their arms around me when I was being ravaged; they would ram their tongues in and Molestation the inside of my mouth, just like they Molestationd my puss-hole. I turned to jelly. They were all alpha-males, very dominant and even more so when they sensed my submissive nature. Their tongues would force their way in and roll around my tongue …
at will, or stab it deep inside as I enclosed my soft tongue around it. Sometimes they even liked to spit in my mouth, which strangely turned me on. It seemed the more I cooed and moaned in pleasure the more it enticed them to leave their sperm inside me, as though they were marking conquered territory. They also didn’t mind that there might be other men’s cum in there, and usually it made for the best lubricant as it did my first gangbang in DeRon’s cell.
They held “breeding parties” they called them, but it was really just a gang fuck. I seemed to always be the target of their attention. I would say gang Molestation but the inmates was smart, and always had a loaded crack pipe for me to suck on. They knew my weakness. After a blast of that shit, I was more than willing and could go all night long. They called them breeding parties because I would sometimes call out to make me pregnant. That would send them into overdrive. And believe me if there was even half an ovary inside me I would have had multiple babies. The guards no longer enforced mandatory attire for me, so most of the time I walked about scantily clad, or dressed only in women’s wear. Men with funds would get me things to wear so after the first year I had a wardrobe of bras, panties, blouses, dresses skirts shorts and jeans. Not to mention some very nice heels, boots and sandals. A few of the guards liked me I could tell. They would open doors for me, “Morning, Miss, how you doing today?” Tip their hat, with a few …
“mm-mmmm!’s”. I would smile at them and give my booty an extra wiggle. One time this guard Luther brought me flowers. He was a big man, like Dwayne maybe six foot eight. I kissed him on the cheek and he pulled me real close, took my hand and lowered it to the place between his legs. Wow! I felt a huge log. I could feel it throbbing through the material of his pants. “We’ll have to do something about this one of these days”, I said coyly. He smiled and worked his hand straight up my skirt inserting his rough finger up my anus. Then he stuck it between my lips for me to suck clean and said, “Yeah we sho’ will”.
The guards had to be careful because they didn’t want the rest of the staff to know they sexed an inmate. They would be called fag or worse, get fired. It all had to be on the down low. One morning I was walking to breakfast when Luther approached telling me the main hall was blocked for floor polishing and to take the employee walkway. As I did he walked behind me and could feel his eyes laser beamed on my behind. “Mmmm mmm mmm Miss Melissa that is one fine tush you gots”, he said. I stopped for a second and gave it a little shake. He was behind me breathing down my neck and grabbed my right ass cheek. “Ah think you need to come wit me, Meliss”, and curled his arm round my waist leading me to a side door. He looked both ways as if to be sure no one saw us, then keyed open the door and pushed me in. Inside was a small office with a dirty mattress on the floor. “Turn round”, …
said Luther so I did as instructed. I figured he wants me to bend over, which he did. “Pull down yo’ skirt and panties, honey” he said and that of course came as no surprise. I figured oh well, Luther finally found the time and place. Guess I get that big log… It was making my little clitty hard and was pulling my girlie ball sac up. That’s what happens when I get excited- it’s like it wants to become a vagina. “Bend down an’ touch yo’ toes, honey” he said. I braced myself for his dick. Then suddenly, I felt a sharp pinch on my ass followed by a surge. “Hey!”- “Hold still, bitch”, said Luther. And then he was done. He had given me a shot, an estrogen shot. Suddenly I felt his warm mouth right on my puckered hole.
He put his whole mouth over it and stuck his tongue in my ass. With his hands he gripped my ass cheeks and spread them wide. Like he was pulling them as far apart as they could go without tearing skin. Slurp slurp… he was eating my ass….mmm he was making love to my cunt with his mouth. I started to play with my dick. He had this way of rolling his tongue all around my little ball sac and in those little pockets in between my genitalia and inner thigh that drove me nuts. In less than two minutes I was spurting shots of cum all over the floor. Now that I was good and wet from his saliva, he unzipped his pants and pressed that mammoth bulbous cockhead up against my winking ashpincter. He pushed. Wow, he was thick. Not as long as Dwayne or DeRon but thicker. He went …
slow. Like he knew how to break me in so I would enjoy it. It seemed he really wanted me to enjoy myself. That made it all the hotter, that it wasn’t just for his pleasure but mine too. He settled in finally and suddenly felt those big hairy black balls pressed right up against mine. They must have been four times the size of mine. Then he slowly pulled out a bit, then in, and picked up the pace. He spit on his dick to keep me lubricated and grabbed my hips. I pushed back to meet his thrusts and could feel that fat cock begin to swell, getting even thicker if that was even possible. My asshole was obscenely stretched wide.
I couldn’t see it, but he could which seemed to be taking him over the edge. “Do it Luther!” I squealed. “Do it! Cum in my ass!” He didn’t need to be told twice. I heard a deep animal grunt and then suddenly felt a warm flood of liquid filling my cavity. This became a weekly event. Luther had a thing for me. And he felt I should be all woman, or as much woman as possible so he got this estrogen in little glass ampoules, clearly these were prescription medications and have no idea how he got them. I didn’t ask, either. Point is, he got them and wanted to help me along to womanhood. He told me many times not to have my dick cut off, that it made me even more sexy than a natural woman. I had no plans for that, anyway. I was very excitable, more so than ever since the estrogen injections began. It does something to you, I can’t explain it but it makes me melt …
around a big strong black man and makes me literally wet between the legs and yearning for big thick cock up my ass. The harder the better, too. The estrogen felt wonderful.. It helped me to feel fully realized as a woman, even though I still held my genitalia. No one could tell unless I spread my legs open, and by the time I found myself in that position there was a big erection about to push into me. The guys didn’t mind it in the least- many said it was better than real pussy because my little appendage dangled back and forth echoing the thrusts of my lovers. The harder they pounded the more it bounced around. Often they would pull out at climax just to shoot all over my dainty little organ. It had become a novelty.
After three months I began to notice the hormonal effects. Luther had given me strong weekly doses, to the point my breasts began to lactate if squeezed. It was blissful. After six months my ass had so fully formed I had cellulite on the rear of my upper thighs and dimpling of my now very large buttocks. I could no longer fit into medium size panties so a collection was taken up to get a new set of underwear to accommodate my now blossoming derriere. Even though I was still the same 125 pounds, my butt was Kardashian. I felt very self-conscious especially about the cellulite. But niggers just went crazy for it. It was a true money-maker. Dwayne had me working the tier overtime. I was top prize, even more than before. Cigarettes would no longer do- if you …
wanted my ass you paid in drugs. Strictly drugs. It’s amazing how much contraband gets through prison gates. There was so much crack and heroin in Tier C it seemed most everyone was on one or the other. You could tell the crackheads- they were up for days and relentlessly horny. It was an infinite loop, an endless cycle of smoking, trading, paying, fucking and smoking again. And believe me, I got my share. This was to the betterment of all. After my first bump I was ready for plenty of dick and usually the rougher the better. That made for a line of customers daily. My tits had become so full and heavy. They were sore, not just from those big nigger lips sucking my milk, but from the onslaught of estrogen pumping through me.
My nipples were the size of mini-marshmallows and my areolas bumpy and wide as a sand dollar. All I had to do was give a little squeeze to my ripe breasts and milk would squirt out. I found out Luther was giving me twice the normal dosage for transgender girls. I was like a turkey and he was fattening me up for Thanksgiving. I can’t quite describe the feeling of bliss- you have to live it to know it. All I can say is I was happy to be a woman, and in a prison full of horny black men it was a fantasy come true. My skin and hair was so ultra soft and delicate. I bruised so easy, one of the effects from estrogen. If one of the men was rough with me I often had bruising on my ass cheeks and tits. Sometimes my legs and arms. Dwayne allowed for it, saying you can’t …
help what a brutha does once he lets loose. He only made a fuss if one of them bruised my face, which was a no-no. I was heading to the yard to meet DeRon and his gang. They had gotten hold of some rock and we wuz gonna smoke and fuck after basketball. I had become the team cheerleader. The guards allowed me to wear this cheerleading outfit, with a short pleated skirt with a cute little school girl blouse. Before I could enter the yard I heard my name called and saw Marvin. He waved for me to come over to the laundry room. He said he found a pair of my panties, wanted to give them to me.
As I entered the room I was immediately punched in the face and laid out. Before I knew what was happening Marvin was sitting on top of me, his crew surrounding us and a very scary knife in his hand. I was lying on a filthy mattress, covered in stains and smelling of urine. He took the knife and cut away my blouse material, exposing my white lacy bra. The men made a collective sound, a kind of guttural animal expression. I could taste blood in my mouth from the punch. I was about to get gang Molestationd. This time it wasn’t fun. And I was terrified, not excited at all. I felt the blade to my throat and knew my life was in the hands of an unstable desperate man’s emotions. If he for whatever reason decided the world dealt him a shit hand it was my soft neck that would suffer his rage. Looking into his eyes all yellowed and milky, I knew reason could not be appealed to.
He would let me live, or …
not, based solely on some unknown set of criteria. Who the hell knew what that was, maybe how runny the oatmeal was that morning. This time no one was passing any pipe, and even worse, no lube either. There were four of them besides Marvin. They told me to keep my heels on but to take the rest off. I was allowed to stand to disrobe. I stood there, bare ass naked, only in my platform heels. They looked me over like a pack of wolves just before the kill. A few of them reached in and copped a feel of tit, or ass, whatever they chose. I stood there being groped until Marvin pushed me down onto the mattress. Another guy twisted my arms behind my back and held them. Marvin dropped his drawers and there before me was that same menacing veiny fat cock. Pointing straight at my face, bobbing, two others held my head.
I was ordered to open my mouth. “Fuckin’ bitch think you wuz gonna get away from dis?” He slapped me as he continued to skull-fuck me, forcing me to gag as long streams of saliva slowly elongated from the corners of my mouth. He slapped me up both sides of my face, and not playful either. I could feel my cheeks swell up. Then he motioned for the others to step back and pushed me all the way flat on my back. He removed his pants and then positioned himself between my legs. I spread them, not even waiting for his order for fear of more beatings. He looked down to my spread open puss. “Now I’ma teach you what a bad brutha can do to good pussy” he said as he curled his big arms …
around my thighs and moved me about like a small doll. He positioned me with my ass totally pushed out and my legs in the air. Then he climbed on top of me, looked down at my splayed-open asshole and spit on it. “Im doin dis fo’ me, not you bitch” he said and then leaned into my upright legs, pressing them back so my knees touched my shoulders. My body was shaped like a V. He pressed his erect penis up to my sphincter and pushed. Not slow either and no concern for opening me slowly. He drilled in and bottomed out. It hurt like hell. I could feel tissue tear and knew I was bleeding. He rammed me relentlessly, pounding like an animal. The pain was excruciating. I cried. That only seemed to entice him more. “Das right bitch I told you I wuz gonna Molestation yo ass”, as he slammed his black torso into my milky white ass.
It was a violent Molestation. I almost passed out from pain but did all I could to stay awake. I was afraid I might never wake up. He quickened his pace, his strong arms locking my legs into a contorted pressed position. With every thrust his angry black face got closer to mine so that as he neared climax he could have kissed me if he wanted. He made as if he might, and when I opened my mouth he spit in it. I kept my mouth open as if asking for more, and he did it again. This must have taken him over the edge because I felt his penis swell and get harder and then suddenly, a flood of warm semen filled my anal cavity. He lay on top of me for a few seconds, making sure every …
drop had found its way inside me. Then pulled out quickly, making an audible squish and pop. I looked down to see bloody cum running out. I was certainly torn but at least my cunt was cummy now, providing lubrication for what would be at least three more rounds. The next guy swiftly pulled his pants and drawers down in one fell swoop, exposing a very ugly and discolored penis. It was quite erect, and dripping pre-cum. Good, I thought, he won’t last long. He positioned himself in front of me, aiming to take me in the same position Marvin just had. As he moved me around and pressed back my thighs, I saw what appeared to be warts near the base of his penis. That scared me. But I didn’t dare resist.
I was lucky to have all my teeth still, and to be bleeding only from my anus. He pushed that disease-ridden cock in me and instantly got into a fast fucking rhythm. Marvin’s cum saved the day. It made the last three fuckings bearable. They all came in my ass. Before they left they took cigarettes and put them out on my breasts and ass, as a message to Dwayne. They musta had some falling out, and this was simply a message to say, “Look what I did to your property”. Because that’s how they all viewed me, as Dwayne’s property. I eventually passed out. I came to in the recovery room of the hospital. A doctor came in to check on me. I needed fifteen stitches in my anus. I also had a bad case of anal warts. He put a mirror down to my anus so I could see. It was ugly as hell. Sutures still …
kept my sphincter tied together. Some very nasty red bumps had formed around the ring of my hole, on the anal membrane. I looked at my breasts, which were covered in ointment and gauze. But I was alive and still in one piece. It took a long time for my hole to heal and the warts to go away. About two months in total. Dwayne left word for me he would take care of Marvin. I hoped whatever was coming Marvin’s way would be worse than what he did to me. Whatever happened they sorted things out because I would see Marvin around the yard. It seems the only casualty was me, his property, so Marvin must have compensated him with something else. I had lost some respect for Dwayne but didn’t dare tell him.
About two years in, Dwayne got paroled and I had to find a new Daddy. DeRon was in for life, and insisted I was his now. But Marvin claimed a stake on my ass and the two argued who would own me. I was very flattered to be honest, and didn’t dare pick one over the other. Although DeRon would have been probably more kind to me. As it turned out I belonged to Marvin. I had to roll up my belongings and move into his cell. He was waiting there with his legs splayed and his huge penis dangling openly. One sight of me and it became erect. He just pointed to his cock, and I knew what was expected. He fucked me hard all night, and had a crew mate stop over and do the same. He was a mean owner. I wasn’t treated like a fine bitch, but more like a maid and slave. That didn’t stop the gang …
Molestations, either. I was brought to the dorm room, consisting of eighteen black inmates, a few times per week. They had it down to a ritual now. I was brought in, then the TV was turned up. A few white sheets were placed over a rear bunk bed, and then they took turns fucking me all day. The only bright spot was they would give me some rock to smoke now and then. That helped. They even called me Queen of Rock. Luther kept feeding me estrogen. It was really only because of Luther I survived at all. He loved me but didn’t approve of my crack addiction. Still, he was devoted. And fucked me in that little closet every chance he got. That, was the highlight of my last three years in the hole.
Marvin whored me out, had me serve his crew, and Luther comforted me in between. When I was up for parole, I was approved the first go round. I found a cheap apartment outside the city and not far from Luther’s house. He was married, so we couldn’t move in together. But he loved me, and I loved him and his big fat cock. I made money the old fashioned way, escorting to pay the bills. Luther helped out where he could. He told me the prison never saw a tranny as hot as me after that. Still, as I look back, I can’t help but feel a thrill when I look back and think of all those gang fucks. Even the Molestations, there is something about being the center of attention to black men that strikes deep. Sometimes, if I’m really tweaked on rock, I’ll go to an adult video store, usually in the black part of town and make …
myself available to black strangers. They are so assertive, and never fail to take charge and fuck me to satisfaction. I let them go bareback, and they never offer to use a condom. It’s dangerous but that’s what makes it exciting. I am after all, a black man’s girl.