Chapter 11
Naked, Torne was a black Adonis. The muscles beneath his light-chocolate skin rippled with each slight movement of his body. His thighs bulged with strength, and between them dangled the most enormous set of balls that Karen had ever seen.
She tensed. Her eyes flitted toward the open door. There was the way to freedom, but Torne blocked her path. Now that he had made up his mind to take her, his dark face was filled with unbridled lust.
"I... Ill have to get some clothes from my bedroom," she said.
"We ain't going just yet," Torne said. "I've had you in my guts since the day you first came here, Missy. Now I'm gonna get you out."
Karen couldn't keep her eyes from his crotch. She had seen his prick-meat protruding from his fly as he had taken Becky. But with the entire mass fully exposed, his cock was not only awesome but actually terrifying. The shaft looked fully the twelve inches he had bragged about to Becky, and its girth was such that it would take both her hands to reach around it. The uncircumcised foreskin was pulled tautly away from his glans by the force of his erection. The huge glistening cock-head struck terror in Karen's heart. She was beginning to doubt the sanity of her plan to escape. With Torne it would not be fucking. It would be planned suicide.
"I... I'm sorry, Torne," she said. "I just cant do it."
"You invited me, Missy," he said. "I ain't turning it down this time." She tried to dash around him, but his big hands reached out and lifted her from the floor as if she were a feather.
"No, no, no!" she cried. The scene was like something out of a science-fiction movie. A giant black man holding a tiny naked doll in his huge palms, her feet kicking uselessly in the air, her tit-mounds straining on her chest as she writhed in his clutches.
"Don't fight me, Miss Karen," he said in a kindly voice. "I'll be easy. I won't hurt you."
"How can you keep from hurting me?" She whimpered softly as he placed her on the bed.
"Your prick is so big... "
She drew her thighs together, but he separated them easily. Her buttocks were perched on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling. Torne went to his knees and eased his thick prick-stalk toward her straddle. The blood-engorged knob dominated her small crotch.
"Oh, please don't!" Karen sucked in her breath as his searing glans made contact with her cunt. The first show of force by Torne made her feel as if he were trying to put his gut- bursting prick into a nonexistent hole between her legs.
"Uh... I can't," she said.
He saw a flicker of pain her eyes. "You can't blame me, Missy," he said in a sympathetic voice. "You started it. You had on that little bit of blue nothing in your bedroom that morning. You teased me and I run off like a coward. And now you've done that little dance and showed me everything."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry."
"Too late," he said.
"Not too late," she groaned. "All you have to do is get up and leave. Lock the door behind you. I wont tell Vincent you've been here."
"I busted the lock," Torne said. "Ain't no hiding the fact that I done it." He began to shove his cock in her cunt-hole.
"Uhhh. Stop!"
"I cant stop," he breathed. "I can't stop for nothing. I got to have you." Another thrust.
Blunted.
"Your cock hurts," she gasped. "Maybe if I had just one little drink first, it wouldn't hurt me so much."
He scowled. "You can't stand the idea of being fucked by a black man, can you? You got to have a drink to take a black dick?"
His anger frightened her. It would be bad enough without any brutality on his part. "It isn't that," she said quickly. "The pain. Just to ease the pain."
"Okay, Missy."
He released her and allowed her to go to the liquor cabinet. She took the freshly opened bottle, put it to her lips, and drank heavily. It burned horribly as it ran down her throat, but she swallowed it in huge gulps. She had to drink it like water, had to make herself numb all over in order "to face what the big black was going to throw at her.
"Damnit, no!" Torne sprang across the room and jerked the bottle from her lips. "I don't want to be fucking you if you don't know it's happening," he growled.
Karen giggled as he led her back to the bed. Her body tingled all over, and behind the tingling the numbness was beginning to creep into her system. She flopped back on the bed, laughing. "I don't care what you do to me now, Torne," she said.
Torne stood over her, admiring her pale flesh. His big hands enclosed the globes of her breasts as he leaned forward. He gently caressed them, enjoying the intimate touching of her body. His face dropped, his breath blew hot against her tit, and then he took the nipple in his mouth and began to suck it.
"Mmmmmm." Karen sighed as she watched the areola disappear between his lips. More and more of the tit followed. It appeared that he had fully half of the globe in his mouth. He hungrily sucked the sensitive flesh but he managed to remain infinitely tender.
"Oh. Oh. Oh." Karen couldn't remain quiet. A sensitive wire seemed to run from the hard nipple to her clitoris. Her love-flesh jerked and stiffened with the suction against her nipple.
"Oh, baby," she breathed. "Pull all of my titty down your throat. And suck and suck and suck!"
The tit was wrung out when Torne finally released it. Karen was starry-eyed as she looked at the wet, swollen nipple. The imprint of his lips showed far back on the pale globe. She wondered why he had not bothered to suck her other tit, but Torne was already on his knees, licking her belly like a devoted dog. Except this time he was devoted to her and not to Vincent Kingston.
"Kiss it, kiss it," she murmured. "Kiss me all over."
"Sweet Missy," he said, running tongue around the triangle of cunt-hair. He sank his teeth into her mound, biting but not hurting, and then he nipped at the beginning of her puffy cunt-lips.
"Torne, oh, Torne." She did not protest as he rolled her over on her belly. He kissed each cheek of her trembling ass, sucking huge amounts of the soft white flesh into his mouth.
Once again he left the imprint of his lips like a brand in her tender skin.
"More,-more," she pleaded, her thighs spread and trembling. He licked her thighs and then ran his tongue through the delicate crevice that separated the buttocks. "Oh, God!"
she sobbed as his tongue stiffened and dug at her pink little asshole.
He flipped her over again, and she fussed at him like a child, irritated by his actions. He could have left well enough alone. She had liked what he was doing. He could have made her come--just with his wonderful tongue!
"There's so much of you, I don't know where to start," he said, grinning.
"Anywhere, anywhere," she said, easing her pussy-mound upward.
He stared between her legs, studying the lips of her pussy, as if counting each individual hair. The fine curls had no pattern where they ran between her legs, and the seemingly tiny slit was beginning to glisten red with moisture and congestion.
"Do something," she gasped.
"Sweet little Missy." His nostrils flared, then he lunged forward, his face between her thighs. His tongue flashed out. He caught the tip of it just at her asshole and dragged it slowly toward her seeping slit.
"Dear... dear... God!" she sobbed when it finally frictioned roughly across her love- flesh. "My clit, Torne. Oh, my clit!"
Torne dug his tongue back into her steamy folds, searching out the sensitive ruby. It surged hotly, tormented with desire as the tickling continued.
"Suck it," Karen gurgled madly. "Oh, suck my clit, Torne!"
Torne's hungry mouth latched onto the small lump of engorged love-flesh. Karen bounced her ass at him, sobbing softly in gratitude. And then she began to cry out with delight as the powerful sensations crept through her clit. It felt as if he had her entire pussy in his mouth--pussy, uterus, everything.
"Ohhhhh!" she sobbed deliriously. "You eat me like nobody ever has!" She hooked her heels on the side railing of the bed, pushing her ass upward and spreading her thighs widely to give him full access to her pussy.
It was heaven and then some. She wanted to come. She wanted to push her throbbing little clitoris out of her slit like a man's cock. And she wanted to shoot off--ejaculate right into Torne's sucking mouth from balls that she did not possess.
"Frig, frig, frig," she pleaded. Her slit was spreading like an elastic cap around his mouth.
Her cunt-curls clogged his flaring nostrils. He drew deeply on her love-flesh, tugging at its sensitized base. She screamed as she came.
"Coming... coming... coming," she whimpered as Torne's devouring mouth engulfed her throbbing slit and sucked it dry of the profuse flow of come-fluids that sprang from her contracting cunt-walls.
Torne maneuvered her body until she was fully on the bed. He curled up beside her, his mouth still on her pussy. His prick lay dangerously near her face. It looked gigantic and the throbbing knob threatened to explode at any moment.
Torne lifted his fluid-streaked face from between her pale thighs. "Take it, Missy," he said.
"What?" She pretended not to hear, but she knew that the tongue-fucking had excited him.
"I scratch your back, you scratch mine," he said. He eased his engorged cock-meat closer to her face.
"I don't know what you mean."
Torne did not look directly at her as he spoke. "What is it Mr. Kingston makes all the girls do?"
She saw the muscles of his thighs jerk in anticipation. "All the girls suck his dick."
"You, too," Torne said. "I never did see much when he was making love to his girls, but I got big ears."
"He made me," Karen said. "I didn't like it."
"Bet you did," Torne said. "Bet you done it to Denim, too."
"No, I... "
"Lying don't help, Missy," Torne said. "I knew Denim was here. I was watching outside the window. Couldn't see much, except for the little bit of light from the clock. But I seen enough. I seen you going down on your knees, crying and sucking at his cock like it was a buttered ear of roasted com."
"I didn't know what I was doing," she stammered. "I was so happy to see somebody that I... I... I... Don't, Torne!" He was tongue-fucking her slit again. Her genitals were wrung- out, exhausted, but she feared that he might arouse her to the point that she no longer cared what she did.
"You just can't forget that I'm black, can you?" Torne asked angrily.
"That's got nothing to do with it... ah... ahhhhhh!"
She tried to bring her legs together. He was concentrating on her clit again, and the taut slick love-flesh still contained its sensitivity.
Torne tried a new tack. He tried to prey on her sympathy. "This is as close to heaven as I'll ever get, Missy," he said. "I done killed a man, and when I'm through here, I ain't gonna be nothing but another running nigger. And I'm gonna run until they shoot my black ass off.
Then it's straight to hell for me."
"Torne, I... " She almost choked up but quickly regained control of her emotions.
"You owe me something, Missy," he said. "I'm giving you your freedom. When I blow my balls, you can walk straight out that door and not look back."
"Don't make me do it, Torne," she gasped. The intense heat was spreading through her pussy again. The nipples of her tits became stiff for a second time. Soon she might just reach out, grab his cock, and___ "Don't make me," she begged again.
"Ain't nobody making you do nothing," Torne told her. "But I could just ram it down your throat and watch you choke on it."
"Don't... "
"It might be better than having it rammed up in your belly," he said. "Do you think you can take all of it? All twelve inches in your little pussy?"
"I... don't... know." She eyed his long black prick-shaft and bulbous glans. His prick was almost cruel-looking, more like a weapon than an object with which to make love.
"You got just a few seconds to make up your mind," he said. With the warning, he stiffened his tongue and fed it back into her vagina.
"Ah... ahhhhh!" Karen knew that she was just moments away from sucking his cock.
Lust was gripping her again. Suddenly, she grasped his thick shaft with both hands. Her fingers took a tight grip on the hard, throbbing flesh. It was like solid bone. She began to pump it.
"Don't!" Torne growled. "I can't take much of that before I... before I... "
She whipped it more vigorously. The foreskin slapped against his glistening knob as her fingers tightened. She couldn't remember ever having jacked off a man before, and she found it terribly exciting.
"Damnit, stop!" Torne tried to free his throbbing prick from her grasp.
Her hands clung to the bulging stalk of flesh, creating a desperate friction. Her strokes deepened. One small fist drove against his balls. She saw his dark, muscular thighs stiffen. And then Torne groaned loudly. The cock-juice shot from his glans like a long white bullet, then dropped abruptly, showering her tit-flesh with droplets of warm cum.
Karen giggled.
Torne pulled away from her and stood by the bed. She lay on her back, watching him through wary eyes. His prick remained erect. A huge blob of cock-juice clung to the mouth of his glans.
He grinned. "You waiting for it to fall, Missy? Like it done with Becky the first time? Well, you got a long wait. Ain't no use to pull your legs together like that. I got a trip to make between them. You promised me pussy and I'm gonna get pussy."
She tried to frighten him. "You'd better go, Torne. Vincent will be home soon."
"We've been through all that," Torne reminded her. "I'm gonna leave here running, anyway. And if I don't get what I came after, I'm gonna lock that big heavy door behind me when I go. That's a bad spot for you to be left in, Missy."
"I gave you satisfaction, Torne," she said.
"Not the way I want it," he said. "I got to blow my balls deep inside your pretty white belly."
"Let me rest a while," she said. "Let me think about it for a moment."
"The more you think, the more scary it'll get," Torne said.
Karen almost relented, but the fear of being impaled on that long dark stake of prick-flesh remained. It was better to remain a captive forever than to die in such agony. And she would surely start to die the moment he drove his huge cock into her squirming guts.
"We ain't got all night," he said, smiling.
His persistence angered her. "Oh, just get out, you black bastard!"
The outburst proved to be a mistake. The smile vanished and Torne's face took on a savage expression. "That was the wrong thing to say, Missy," he said. "Now I ain't got no more respect for you than I had for that white whore, Becky. Now I'm gonna enjoy giving you what you got coming."
Karen sat up and tried to scoot across the bed. "I'm sorry, Torne. I didn't mean it. You know I didn't!"
He grabbed her ankles. "And I don't mean this."
She kicked at him, but his grip was like steel. Horror-stricken, she watched her thighs being pulled to either side of his hips, watched her trembling ass being drawn closer to his bursting cock-bead.
"Torne," she groaned. "My God, Torne. Don't!"
He took a new grip on her squirming body. His hands were around her slender hips, his fingers clutching her ass-flesh. The mounds stiffened, then trembled violently as his hot knob sought her reluctant cunt-slit. She sucked in her breath as his glans made contact with her cunt. He began to push. The force his thick shaft applied was ass-splitting.
"Uhhhh!" She almost went into shock as the actual fuck-thrust began. "If you ever liked me, Torne, ever cared for me... " she gasped.
"Don't like you anymore," he said. "Don't care what happens to you. You're just a prick- sucking little white whore. Just want to sink my dick in your pale belly and fuck you until cum runs out your ears. You ain't never had such a load like I'm gonna pour in your pussy."
He was standing on the floor, his knees resting against the mattress. Karen's tense ass was lifted high. Little else but her head and shoulders touched the bed. He thrust.
"Just starters," he said.
"Uhhhh!" Karen's eyes were round with fear. She was slowly and surely being impaled in mid-air. His grip tightened on her butt-cheeks as he continued to pull her toward him, virtually forcing the sleeve of her cunt onto his thick stalk.
"Oh, God," she cried. "I can't stand it!"
"You got to stand it," he said.
Her cunt-lips ringed his blood engorged cock-head in a tight band of tortured pink flesh.
The lips were drawn so taut that the puffiness had left them. Her clit was crushed against his pelvic bone. Her pussy-curls tickled his glans as he finished forcing it into her tight slit.
Karen tried to make believe it wasn't happening, but she could not close her eyes or her nerve endings to stark reality. She stared straight up her body, her spine arched in resistance to the inevitable.
Her tits hung toward her chin, the nipples straining with new stiffness, the globes glistening with perspiration. Her eyes scanned her tense belly and searched through the dark curls of her cunt-mound. They finally settled, hotly and painfully, on the thick black shaft that was being ground slowly into the precious, much-abused cavity between her thighs.
Even her butt-cheeks were drenched with sweat. The dark grinning savage was asking the impossible of her. Her eyes stayed glued on the long, immeasurable rod that continued to slowly disappear into her strained hole. She was already bursting inside, but inches and inches and inches remained outside her cunt-hole. He would go on and on, penetrating forever. That thick, hurting shaft would be threading its bruising muscle and bone into her pussy for an eternity.
Karen felt doubly sorry for herself. She was only eighteen. It seemed but days ago that she had been completely innocent. Lying in her own bed, safe and secure, with little to worry about except an occasional nightly visit from her father. A virgin. Her pussy made hot and wet by a probing finger. Not by some body-rending, cunt-wrecking chocolate- colored cock-stem.
She could restrain a verbal protest no longer. "I'm dying!" she cried, trying to dislodge him with a sudden vigorous movement of her ass.
He thrust another two inches into her canal as she mouthed her displeasure.
"Stop," she begged. "Ill do anything you ask. Just... don't... fuck... me. Suck your cock!
Yes. Suck it. Swallow your cum." Karen knew that the words were those of a slut, but this was no time for modesty. Death was but moments away.
"Rather fuck you," Torne groaned, relishing the tight warm sleeve her pussy made around his probing cock-knob. He thrust powerfully.
"Gaaaaaaad!" Karen was jolted as he fed the final half of his shaft into her cunt-hole abruptly. And then she began to whimper in amazement. Through the pain that ripped through her genitals, she came. It was a profuse, prick-bathing eruption mat bathed the length of his deeply embedded rod.
"Missy, Missy," Torne breathed. He was engulfed by the beauty of it. He'd seen enough of Vincent's collection to know art. Color and contrast and brush lines. Reality on canvas, maybe, but nothing like this. Lovely. White flesh, dark cunt-curls, the crimson-ringed cuntslit, a streak of pearly come-fluid, and his black, throbbing prick-shaft in the midst of it all.
"I came," Karen said breathlessly. She sucked in great lungfuls of air. Torne found another inch somewhere and forced it into her cunt.
"Uhhhhhh. God!" Karen came again.
Torne's large balls were crushed against her quivering ass. His entire prick-length was buried in her cunt.
"You little bitch," he said, grinning happily. "You love it."
"I didn't think I could do it," she gasped. "All of it. Every last inch of it." Her cunt-muscles sucked at his cock. "Oh, blow your balls!" she cried wantonly. "Fill my pussy until it runs over with cum!"
Torne let go with a great grunt of pleasure.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Karen sighed as she felt his hot prick-fluid flooding her belly. It was the most enormous load she had ever taken inside her, and she loved every soothing drop of it.
Suddenly, she couldn't get enough of the huge shaft that filled her cunt.
"Oh, fuck me!" she pleaded.
Torne fell upon her prostrate body and hammered her, belly to belly. Karen cried out in ecstasy. This was fucking as she had never known it. This was banging at its best. His cock was long and endless, its girth more than filling. It spread throughout her being, dominating her from twat to tit. She had feared it, and now she wanted to die with it in her.
She couldn't stop fucking. Her ass rose high to meet his mighty and many thrusts. She was a crazy, shameless slut, she thought hysterically. She loved to screw. She wanted to fuck forever. She wanted to come again and again. Blue. Black. Green. She didn't care.
She just wanted that lovely big prick-shaft to keep ramming her.
Torne continued to ride her rising frame. She thrust her cum-filled pussy back onto his shaft with each partial withdrawal. And with each frantic movement of her hunching ass, Torne crammed all of his stiff prick back into her seeping hole, while Karen squealed with delight.
Lust completely dominated Karen's body and mind. The shitty nudes in Vincent's expensive paintings didn't know anything about ecstasy or love or fucking. And neither did Vincent, for that matter. Oh, God! But that fluid-streaked piston going in and out of her hole was eternally wonderful!
Her eyes were glazed. Her mouth twitched uncontrollably. She wrapped her quivering thighs around his legs and raked her fingernails across her lover's back. Red splotches showed on Torne's dark skin as the blood oozed through the lacerations. The pain only served to drive him to greater deeds.
"Missy... "
"I'm coming!" she sobbed.
"Uhhh!" Torne's eyes rolled back in their sockets as he jolted her again with a powerful ejaculation. Karen sobbed gratefully, her ass writhing on the cum-saturated sheet beneath her. Her cunt-muscles clung to his cock, milking it, and it finally went soft inside her belly.
But it still felt huge.
They might have tried again, but the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs jerked them apart.
"Vincent," Karen whispered.