Former Playmates Pt. 07: Alyssa’s Journey

They all knew her by name; they all smiled and waved upon seeing her car arrive. I could feel them looking at me. I'd turn and see two younger black men walking by, "Ma'am," they'd nod their head at me. That, coupled with Crystal's excitement to be home, made me struggle to conceal giggles.

"Hey Crystal," A young black woman, probably late teens, exited the trailer.

"Hey Sheena! Good to see you," Crystal hugged the black girl. "You been taking care of my son?"

"Yes ma'am. I've been taking real good care of him," She answered.

"That's what I like to hear," Crystal kissed Sheena's cheek.

"Who is this white woman?" She asked.

"Oh this is my friend Alyssa. She'll be staying with me awhile."

"Oh," Sheena looked me up and down. "Ok. I see. You gonna be busy if you staying here."

I smiled and nodded, knowing deep down what the girl meant.

"Oh by the way, the air conditioner is broke again," Sheena called over her shoulder, walking away.

"Good," I heard Crystal say under her breath. I found that odd, but shrugged it off.

"Hey, can you wait here for a minute or two? I need to talk to my son about something in private," Crystal asked. I agreed and stood at the car outside the trailer.

Three minutes later, a voice from behind me, startled me from my staring off into space, "Whew, who are you? Such a pretty little white girl."

I turned around and saw an older black man smiling at me. He was fairly thin, a white beard, almost completely bald, and missing several of his front teeth, top and bottom. He was also carrying a walking cane.

"Hi," I said. "Thank you. I'm Alyssa," I extended my hand to shake his. He took it in his own, slightly shaking, with barely any firmness. I wondered how old he was.

"Are you staying with Crystal?" he asked.

"I am. Not sure how long though."

"Ah, I see, I see. Well a pretty white girl like you is gonna have a great time here," He said. "Call me Hoover."

"Hoover?"

"Like the vacuum cleaner."

I laughed, "Alright. That a nickname?"

"It sure is. Want to know why they call me that?" he asked, leaning in close, putting his hand on the small of my back, getting ready to whisper in my ear. "It's because – "

"Hoover!" Crystal said opening her trailer door, running to the old man, throwing her arms around him.

"It's good to see you again, it's been awhile," He said.

"Yes it has! We will have to meet up later on."

"Yes ma'am. It was nice meeting you Alyssa. Ya'll take care now," Hoover said, slowly walking off.

I turned around and saw another black man. This one was much, much younger, and was standing in the doorway of the trailer.

"Who is – "

"My son," Crystal said. "Jared. His daddy is black. Of course," She giggled.

I gulped, averting my eyes away from his shirtless, toned, young body. "Ok."

"Nice to meet you," Jared said nodding at me. I smiled, saying hello back.

"Ok first things first, I'm getting you a job," Crystal told me moments later in the stifling hot trailer. "You're going to keep making and saving money."

I had saved nearly every penny I made bartending in Miami. I had no idea what sort of jobs were around here, but I'd find out an hour later after we settled in.

I was watching Jared walk up and down the aisles of a nearby convenient store and gas station. He was looking at random items while we waited for his mother in the back. She was busy fucking the black manager of the store in the back room.

Crystal appeared a little later, clearing her throat, smiling, pointing to the back room, gesturing me to go in there.

"When can you start?" the manager asked me, my eyes transfixed on his cock hanging out of his pants.

"Um, well – "

"And can I have some of that pussy of yours while you're here?" he asked.

I licked my lips and paused, "Yes!"

I started work the next morning. I met him there, we had sex, and he started training me on the cash register.

*******

"Wow," Ulysses said flatly.

"Yep," Alyssa said.

"Quite a story."

"Well that's only a small portion of it. After I sent my Joshua a letter, giving him Crystal's address, I settled in a new routine."

"Let me guess. Every black man in this trailer park slept with you and Crystal."

"Of course. That's why she loved the place. Jared had his little girlfriend, or whatever she was, Sheena to take care of him. While Jared was busy and their trailer was rocking back and forth, Crystal and I were in the middle of the trailer park, around a huge bonfire, getting fucked by all the black residents. I'd say at least 30 of them," Alyssa explained.

"So you'd go to work at the store in the morning, have sex with the manger," Ulysses said.

"Sometimes three times a day," Alyssa added.

"Right. Then go home to the trailer park, shower perhaps, then get taken by 30 or so black men each night?"

"Well not every night. Crystal usually would though. I came up on her parked car in the woods nearby, on a walk with Jared, who befriended me by the way. That car was steamed up and rocking. 'That's mom,' Jared said with a smile."

"I asked him if he minded that she was so sexually active. 'Nope' he said with another interesting smile. The car's window rolled down, Crystal stuck her head out and waved, 'Hey baby!' to her son."

"Interesting. How come he didn't mind?"

"Well he had a little lady friend, Sheena. But another reason, I only have a theory about."

"What would that be?" Ulysses asked.

Alyssa didn't answer, only giving Ulysses a funny look. She changed the subject. "By Christmas, a few months later, they all knew my name too."

"Mmhmm," Ulysses kissed at Alyssa's neck.

"There was a Christmas orgy of sorts. I was covered in semen. So was Crystal. We went back to the trailer, laughing, holding hands. We showered, and for the first night since I arrived, Crystal slept in the bed with me."

"So wait, she slept in her son's room usually?"

"Yep. I never heard anything, I never saw anything, but I could tell something was odd about them. Her love of black cock, she has a black son, I read between the lines."

"So the Sheena girl was a substitute while his mother was out?"

"Possibly. They'd have their fun and when Crystal came home, they had each other," Alyssa answered.

Chapter 8

"The letters kept coming from Joshua. I read them, re-read them, stowed them away safely, read them again later," Alyssa said.

"Was he ok?" Ulysses asked.

"Perfect. His father, while bad mouthing me and women in general, was having zero effect on Joshua. He even started to say how in his letters he'd leave his father one day too. For different reasons though. Owen never abused Josh."

"I'm guessing Owen moved to Texas, thinking you couldn't file for divorce if you didn't know his address," Ulysses said.

"Yes. But I do have the address. I'll get to that later. Back to my trailer park black utopia."

*******

Month went by, semen flowed like water, and orgasms were constant. I never once thought of the place like heaven, because the other love of my life, Joshua wasn't there.

I had another substitute son though – Jared. He was an overall sweet kid. During the following summer, I realized why Crystal never had the air conditioning fixed.

We were covered in sweat, almost all day and night. While in the trailer she and I hardly wore much of anything. Jared was the same way. He often walked around in boxers, complaining to his mother to get it fixed, but having his complaints ignored.

Crystal traveled to Las Vegas, 10 months after I arrived there, in July. Jared, just turned 18, and I was watching him again. He was soaking wet with sweat. It was flowing down his dark skin in tiny rivers. That's why Crystal never got the air conditioner fixed.She was turned on by sweaty, muscular bodies.

A small smile came over my face, watching him drink some water on the couch, in his boxers. I stood in the door way of my bedroom.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," I replied, then I removed my white tank top, my tits dripping with perspiration.

Jared said nothing. I straddled him, kissed him, fished his cock out, and guided that black teenage missile inside me. I fucked him so good, so long, so hard. It's like he knew it was only a matter of time.

We went at it like animals, non-stop. Poor Sheena was gently relieved of her duty a week later. I'd go to work, have sex with my manager throughout the day, come home and had sex with Jared throughout the night. I loved it.

Crystal was gone for a couple months, making tons of money in Vegas. She came home in mid-September, I had been living there for about a year. There I was, lying on top of her son in a 69-position, sucking that juicy cock of his, when she walked in the door.

"Oh my goodness! I'm sorry!" she backed out the door. I ran after her.

"Wait! Wait!" I said, running outside, still naked, a couple residents whistling at me.

"No, I should've knocked," She said. She was laughing.

"You aren't mad?" I asked.

"Of course not! I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner. Besides, a young man like him needs to be taken care of," She said, giving me a hug. I read between more lines with her statement. I went inside, dressed, and the three of us went to dinner in town.

******

"I knew that's where it was headed. As soon as you said she had a black son," Ulysses said.

"Yep," Alyssa smiled.

"So how long did you live there and you never saw Crystal and Jared doing anything sexual?"

"A year and three months. I never did. They hid it well IF they were doing anything. He had one impressive cock though, I wouldn't blame her!" Alyssa paused. She thought of Joshua. A simple thought entered her mind, one that defined unconditional love.

"I wouldn't care how big or small Joshua is," Alyssa thought, blaming the perverse nature of the thought on how bad she missed her son.

"I have to go soon," Alyssa said. "Make love to me before I have to get ready?"

Ulysses nodded, happy to oblige.

A week later he returned with groceries and a rock hard cock all for Alyssa. Immediately taking her to bed after putting the groceries away, they went into the night, candles illuminating their sweaty, tired bodies.

"So you lived there for a year and three months?" Ulysses asked, holding Alyssa against him.

"Mmhmm. So much cock, it was insane. Want to know my favorite while there?"

"Sure."

"Old man Hoover," Alyssa replied.

"Really?"

"Yes. I found out he was 77 years old. I also found out why they called him Hoover."

"Go on."

"His mouth, with several front teeth missing, enabled him to suck my tits harder and further back into his mouth than anyone. He was able to get more of them in his mouth without teeth hindering their path," Alyssa paused.

"Then his cock. Wow. So incredibly long, mixed with decades of sex, probably with white women, made that old man the best lay in the trailer park. I remember one night outside, lying on a log bench, a roaring fire next to us; he pulled that cock out of me, held it, and let it spew cum all over me like a garden hose. I loved it."

"Well then, I guess I know who your favorite cock is now. Some 77year-old guy," Ulysses said, shaking his head, pretending to be jealous.

Alyssa grabbed his face, pulling him in for another kiss, mounting him in the dark candle lit room.

******

I got a letter from Joshua that changed everything. He said he was looking into colleges in the Atlanta area. Owen fully supported this since he had no idea where I was living. I decided to move once more. This is what brought me to Atlanta – a chance that my son may end up here.

I told Crystal and she was happy for me. She wanted to take me to Miami for a final night out and to see Rodney and Ronnie one last time. I missed them, mainly their cocks, but still.

The residents gave me a goodbye present – all of their cum, all 30 pairs of testicles, emptying on me and only me. I rubbed it into my skin, I licked it from my fingers, I showered after letting it dry, and then had sex with Jared for the hell of it, showing him how much I enjoyed being his substitute mother.

After arriving the next day at Rodney's apartment, I stripped naked in the elevator, I ran to his room, knocked on the door, leapt into his arms when he opened. I was so happy, I was giddy. He took me to his room and fucked me hard. Crystal lagged behind, but she caught up and joined me in servicing Rodney's cock.

There was nothing that could bring me down. I believed I was one step closer to being reunited with Joshua. Sadly, for Rodney, things hadn't been that good. Ronnie moved away to Charleston, South Carolina and his pool of women was drying up for reasons he couldn't understand.

Here is where I made a mistake. I decided to stay in Miami with Rodney for a few months. He had to travel to Atlanta in March for some event the magazine he modeled for sometimes was throwing. So I figured to stay with him until then, maybe make him feel better in the process.

I told Crystal to mail any letters I received from Joshua to Rodney's and thanked her for everything. She said she strips in Atlanta sometimes, so she'd be sure to visit me.

When Rodney was at work, I surfed his internet, looking for jobs, anything really. I applied to some sales stuff, but no luck. When Rodney came home, he'd take me to bed and have his way with me.

Ronnie came down from Charleston to visit his brother in Miami. He stayed from Christmas to New Year's. Constant three-ways ensued.

Normally I took cum in my throat, my ass, my face, my stomach, or my tits, but on December 31st, I took it in my pussy.

Rodney was on top of me, powerfully slamming into me. Shaking the bed, pinning me down, snarling at me, royally fucking me. I was cumming nonstop under that big black brute.

Then he did it. He paused, stabbed me with his cock, and then started cumming, erupting inside me. My pussy overflowed, the sheer volume of semen sending me over the edge. "Your mine. This pussy is mine," his growled at me.

"Clean my dick," he ordered, rising off me. I obliged, sucking his cock clean of my juices and his cum.

We waited a little while. His cock was hard again, and we went at it more. Ronnie came in next, he and Rodney whispered something, and then Ronnie took me.

Normally Ronnie was somewhat talkative, sweet, silly even while having sex, but that night I saw the same fire in his eyes that Rodney had. Looking into my eyes while on top of me, Ronnie moaned, grit his teeth and filled me semen.

They were mating with me. They were breeding me all night, taking turns filling me up with their potent seed. I feel asleep before dawn, my gaping pussy oozing cum out of it. An egg was fertilized that night.

I don't know which man was the father, and honestly I don't care. I know it sounds silly, but being black bred, being taken by those men all night for the sole purpose of getting me pregnant, was a huge turn on.

Ronnie left a couple days later and Rodney and I were joined at our respective sex organs. Cumming over and over on each other, I never took cum anywhere but in my pussy. We went at it for three months, only stopping to eat, sleep, reading letters from Joshua, and Rodney going to work.

Rodney, never one to share his feelings, seemed sad by then. His brother didn't live there anymore, his supply of white women was dwindling, and I was leaving again. I felt bad for the big guy.

I found a job in Atlanta. It wasn't anything impressive - an assistant manager at Goodwill. Using Rodney's internet, I applied for it, did interviews using his cell phone, and somehow charmed them into hiring me. The pay is horrible, but I don't care. I'm here, taking a chance that Joshua will join me.

As I mentioned, Rodney had an event to attend in Atlanta in March anyway. So I rode up with him. We stopped at Crystal's to say hello, pick up a few belongings and continue on.

I found this apartment within walking distance of the Goodwill. I can afford the rent, barely, but I'm able to get by. Rodney dropped me off and ravaged me again. This time he was angry. Maybe he only communicates with sex.

When he took me once more, the look in his eyes said, he didn't want me to leave, he wanted me for himself. He fucked me so hard, I was far more sore than usual after sex. He'd pull my arms behind me and slam his cock into me as hard as he could. My new neighbors must've been annoyed beyond belief to hear me scream and cry out over the pummeling I was receiving.

"I'll be back. You understand? I'll come back and take this pussy again," Rodney angrily said, pinning me against the wall, fucking me one last time before he left. At the time it sounded so hot to be talked to like that. But Rodney was disturbed, unable to properly communicate how he feels, holding his emotions inside. He could've told me he had feelings for me or asked me to stay with him, but we never talked, we had sex instead.

I recovered, started work, and started this new chapter. I wrote Joshua again letting him know where I was.

Chapter 9

It was October 1st, Alyssa was 42 weeks pregnant – she was more than ready to give birth, wanting this child to get out of its temporary home and into the arms of the loving family she was giving it to. The baby wasn't showing any signs of wanting to leave.

Ulysses was back for another visit. They two of them were lying in bed, chatting, kissing, cuddling; Alyssa was finding sex more uncomfortable than ever.

"So first Tony, then Rodney, then that Hoover guy," Ulysses said.

"Hmm?"

"Your favorite cocks. Currently old man Hoover is the title holder."

Alyssa laughed, "Absolutely not!"

"He's not your favorite?"

"No."

"Who is then?"

*******

I volunteered to work July 4th. I'll take extra hours when I can get them. I hadn't had sex since March when Rodney took me one last time. To be honest, I didn't care about it as much anymore. Deep down, I knew why.

Anyway, I saw a man drop off some stuff at work. I checked it all out, labeled it, and smiled at him. He was gorgeous. He returned a few hours later, donating even more items. I asked him about it, he told me he was cleaning his stepmother's house and making several trips to this particular Goodwill – apparently the closest one to her home.

He came back three more times that day. On the final time, we chatted for maybe 45 minutes. I learned his named, his profession – it was all very sweet and innocent. He never once asked if I was pregnant, or how far along I was, even though it was obvious to anyone. He knew it's best to never assume a woman is pregnant when she might just be overweight. He had perfect manners. Something about him was very special.

As he was getting into his car, I stopped him. He probably thought he forgot a receipt or something. I asked if he had plans for dinner. I offered to cook for him, since I lived nearby. Instead he took me out to dinner – a very nice place too. I felt underdressed not having as stylish or expensive clothes to wear.

He didn't care. After dinner, he dropped me off; I invited him in, not expecting anything to happen. But it did and it was incredible. He made sweet, tender love to me, almost worshiping my pregnant body. I thought it was so pleasurable because I hadn't had sex in four months, but it was something else about him. It's like he knew what a woman wanted, pushing all the right buttons. I never had sex that was so good.

His body was perfect; his cock was perfect – a long, dark brown stalk that fit perfectly down my throat, in my pussy, in my ass. He has the best cock I've ever had. My favorite cock.

*******

"I remember that night," Ulysses said. "I'm surprised I was able to last so long with you. Cleaning her house was exhausting."

"I'm sure it was."

"Thank you. I'm glad my friend down there is pleasing to you," Ulysses joked.