A fat black old woman story: I should have known better.
Yes, I should have known better going into that dark, desolate alley by evening, just to take a shortcut home. It was stupid because the save way home was just a 10 minutes longer walk. But sometimes I don't understand myself and do such stupid things like this. And this is the result, an fat black woman of 63, standing here with mixed emotions in that dark, desolate alley, her blouse unbuttoned, her large boobs hanging out of her big bra, her skirt around her ankles, her underpants torn and sperm of two horny young white men dripping out of her fat black pussy. And what's more shaming was my behaviour in this. Let me tell you about it.
I have a good life. Being a widow for 14 years I managed, after my husband passed away, to pick up life again. For a few years I'm retired now and enjoyed the days because I'm busy enough with my hobbies. What's disastrous for my weight is my cooking hobby; I'm fond of cooking and tried every recipe of the many cooking books I have. It made me today a big fat woman over 300 pounds. I don't care for it anymore, as my condition still is good.
That evening I had visited an acquaintance of mine. It was an entertaining evening and we had a lot to talk because we hadn't seen each other for quite a while. Because it was a nice summer evening I didn't take the car but went on foot to her. That's the reason I drank some glasses of wine, enough to feel pleasantly, too little to feel drunk. I was thankful I hadn't take the car home, for that I drank too many. It was almost eleven o'clock that evening and although the acquaintance offered me to bring me home, because of the fine weather I preferred to walk home. For me it's a three quarter walk, I'm a slow walker.
It must have been the wine that befogged my mind because after twenty minutes I became a bit tired when I came along that alley. I was warned not to go in there by evening because it's dark and desolated. Only store houses there. But it was a 10 minutes shorter walk and I went into it.
It was indeed dark and desolated; the further I went in, the darker it got. There was no light of lamppost in there. I hesitated if I should go back but I was almost halfway and went on.
Then I heard footsteps in front of me and I became frightened. I turned around and hurried back. I realized it was stupid and of no use trying to get out of that dark, desolate alley. I'm not fast enough because of my old fat overweight body. The footsteps came quickly nearer and soon I was press with my back against one of the storehouses.
I felt a knife dabbing against my throat and I heard a voice sis: "Give us your money or you never leave this alley alive!"
I gave a cry and stammered that I hadn't any money on me. I cried: "Please, let me go! I'm an old woman!"
"An old fat bitch, you mean. Do you have anything of value with you?" the one with the knife snarled. I shook my head.
"And what is that?" I heard again, "Two nice golden rings?"
"Oh, no!" I begged, "Please, it's my wedding ring and the wedding ring of my late husband. Please, take anything but not them!"
I was desperate looking up and saw two skinny young white boys in front of me. I estimated them around twenty. I tried to persuade them to let me go by telling them they have a mother and a grandmother too, but it didn't help.
The one with the knife was grinning. "We do have something, don't we?" Still with the knife against my throat the one young white boy pressed his body against my fat big old body. He began to make certain moves against it. I felt a swelling pressing against my big round belly. I became really frightened.
"Oh no, not that!" I cried in a despair.
"If you want to get out of this alley, no more word and do as we want you to do!" I heard him say.
While continues his movements he began to unbutton my blouse. I felt two hands shoving into my big bra, lifting my large black boobs out of it. The one young white boy let loose of them and they dangled freely outside my blouse now. I didn't dare to say a word.
"That's what I call a pair of tits!" I heard the young white boy say. With both hands he weighted my left large boob and began to knee it.
"Hey," he said to the other young white boy, "You've got to feel this. It's great!"
The other stepped in front of me, grabbed my other large black boob, and began to knee it also. I still didn't dare to say anything and cried. Now both of the horny young boys were pushing their swelling against my big round belly. Soon the two young white boys began to suck on my nipples. It was a long time ago someone had sucked my nipples and in spite of all my fear I notified they became hard.
Pushing me down the two young white boys forced me on my knees. I heard the unzipping of their pants and then I was looking at two hard dicks. The look very impressive from near and I became frighten more.
"Do them!" I heard the one with the knife said. I wanted to protest but looking up I saw on his face he mend what he said.
Desperate I grabbed both hard dicks and began to massage them, hoping they both soon have their relief and I could go home.
If it wasn't strange enough after years holding a hard dick in my hand, I now was sitting on my knees in front of the horny young boys and holding two in both! I saw they had different ones. As one looked pretty large, the other had a short thick one.
Despite of all my fright I felt a little aroused and with a curious interest I followed the movements of my hands around the two hard dicks. It was hard to concentrate on both hard ones so I was busier with the one of the young white boy with the large one. As I moved my hand quicker up and down, I felt his stiffness increase and scared up when suddenly he gave a shout and began to squirt his load over my face. I let loose of both dicks and I didn't know why but I began to cry.
