Sweets of Sin

May 3rd 1932

I know my desires are unnatural but I can't seem to control them. Eustus says this is just business but I enjoy having man after man. I wouldn't care if they didn't pay.Just the sight of a hard cock is enough to drive me to distraction. Mary shows me pictures some rich man made for her. His cock is huge and his balls are tiny.He doesn't even bother to hide his face. I'm sure if these pictures were ever made public he'd be ruined. I fantasize about sucking his cock but she won't introduce me to him,Mary always keeps the best Kippers for herself. If she only knew I'd screw him for free. She could keep the money I'd have the cock !

May 7th 1932

That cop (C. Bonder is what his badge read) caught us again under the tressel on 132nd St. Threatened to run us in if we didn't cut it out. Mary started to cry.
It's the womens reformatory for her if she's caught again even though she's just 17. I stepped in and offered to take him under the tressel if he would forget the whole thing. "And you you little snit don't look a minute over 15 yerself" he said. I just laughed. He don't know the half of it. I knelt in the weeds and unzipped his pants. His pecker fell out like a red sausage from a bag of groceries. I sucked and sucked but it wouldn't get stiff. It tasted wonderful though. He was nervous us being right there in the weeds under the bridge and all out in the open in a manner of speaking. He told me to forget it and just lay back and he'd take care of everything. The nasty old COOT !!

He snatched my bloomers down and put his nose right up against my pussy. He sniffed my bloomers while he jerked it off like and old wino with an oil rag.
"Whew wee" he said,"smells so good" I couldn't help but giggle. His cock was hard now and it waved in front of my face. He turned me over and my knees were in the dirt. He laid his coat down and I put my cheek on it, ass way up in the air. He put his fingers in me and started to lick my pussy from behind. I nearly swooned once he got going. My juices drenched his face. He was in me in 2 shakes pumping like and old billy goat.

'Yer a beautiful young thing' he said. 'I like the curve of yer ass'.
Each time a car passed over the bridge he'd groan. If we got caught he was dead. 'I like the way yer cunt spreads out around my dick'.
My cunt was throbbing with delight as he banged it into me.

He had to hurry though because his Capt. was making rounds that night and he had to be on his corner by 6.
'let me feel yer bubs' he whispered reaching under my chemise and grabbing a nipple. His manacles clanked and the police belt shifted behind me. He was deeper than he'd ever been now and I felt his hot jism fill my well fucked hole. It shot electric jolts through me and I came on him hard. He sank behind me satisfied. I lay on my side as the moon rose over the city.
"I'll forget you girls were here tonight"
he whispered softly."Now do me just one more little favor". I looked
up as he shoved his cum soaked cock in my mouth. It was soft and it rolled around my tongue like a piece of bread dough. I could feel him relax and piss a weak stream into my mouth,that SOB! I gulped a bit before I spit it out. It was digusting. He just laughed and chucked my cheeks. My knees were sore and raw but my pussy felt so good.

Mary didn't even thank me, ' you smell like piss she said as we hopped the subway at 135th street.

June 25th 1932

Oh my god! Mary's knocked up. Again! We went to see Dago Sally up in Harlem,she knows a neat trick with a sewing needle, but she wasn't there. A girl we know from the Bronx told us to see a doctor on Fordham Rd. but he wanted 20 dollars !!

Eustus told us to see his painter friend Cuthbert Fambreaux from louisiana. Mary took one look at him and nearly died. He's handsome beyond all reason. Eustus told us he was a Doctor in New Orleans but now he's a famous artist. I was too polite to say anything to Mary but it was quite obvious that he's colored.

He took care of Mary right away but wanted us to stay the night so he could keep and eye on her. Girls can die of complications if they aren't looked after properly. I stayed with Mary till she fell asleep and once I was sure she was doing well I went in to Cuthbert. He was painting. We talked and I soaked in his form. He was a beautiful man-
if you can say that about a man. He had nude pictures of himself all around. He called them self-portraits. I was going to have him no matter what I'd made up my mind. Eustus would've killed me cause once white men know you go with coloreds they won't pay as much for you no matter how good you look. But the thought of us screwing made me wet with desire. He said I looked like Mary Pickford -fresh.
I held his hand and he showed me his self portraits. Suddenly he pushed my hand down towards his crotch. I loosened his belt and stuck my hand down there. His hair was soft and fine like an indians. His cock was huge and dark brown. I sucked it slowly just the head and still it filled my mouth. It sent my cunt into throbbing ecstasies.

"your dick makes me horny" I said.
My blonde head bobbed up and down on that dusky meat pole slurping and slobbing. It tasted tangy like sweat. He humped his back and I slid it deeper down my throat.
He pulled me up and pushed me over his cock.
" Ride me" he ordered
And I impaled myself on that huge rod. He guided me with strong hands and I grinded down like a she devil. How pink and tender my pussy looked as it was plowed vigorously by his iron hard dick. I fucked it like a fiend up and down totally in control. As my orgasm came I let loose a slimy jet of my own woman cum all over his pounding rod. He came in me like a wild boar filling my pussy with hot life. We held each other like that and fucked all night in every position. Eustus came and got me and Mary in a jitney.

July 23rd 1932

Oh jesus I'm caught.I missed my time again - that makes 2 months. I threw up all morning.
Mary thinks I'm knocked up with Cuthbert's baby. Eustus is at the door I gotta go...