Chapter 7
As strange as it may seem, Pepper's sexual enthusiasm for Armstrong-Heatherton seemed to grow in exotic leaps and bounds during the days immediately following the loss of her anal virginity to Johnson, the warehouseman.
She felt a strange but not uncomfortable mixture of love, affection and disgust for the servile creature, plus an unaccountable fascination for his measley body and this tiny prick and fudged-up balls which grew between his legs and presented themselves so obscenely when his naked body was exposed in all of its scrawny thinness. Since his pubic hair had been shaved off, his prick and his balls were also more fascinating to her, but it was his thin, angular buttocks which seemed to attract her eyes the most.
Slowly she began to feel peculiar desires in her groin and these weird sensations would surge through her lovely full breasts, making her cherry-tipped nipples twinge and, as she would tickle her protruding nipples with her finger nails, she would find her mind drifting ... and usually into fantasies concerning Armstrong-Heatherton and the kind and degree of suffering she inflicted on him mentally.
The mere thought of inflicting him with PHYSICAL punishment or torture and suffering, would make her entire naked body shiver and she could tell how excited the thoughts made her by her creamy pussy, how her juices would begin to flow immediately and how sopping wet her panties would become.
Thoughts of punishing him physically, torturing his thin body with whatever, also made her asshole itch and smart. These facts, this new knowledge intrigued Pepper and some nights she could not go to sleep without pinching Armstrong's taut balls, or pinching his nipples or smacking his erect penis with her open palm.
The day following the ass-fucking episode in her bedroom was devoted to Pepper's making plans for her future, and these plans included those she had for Anthony Armstrong-Heatherton.
She lay in bed, stark naked, dreamily remembering the evening before and how delightful it had been to feel Johnson's thick shaft burning and terrorizing her buttocks, how fiercely he shot it in and how deeply his prick would bore, nuzzling her bowel and then slurping in and out and sometimes setting her whole nude body on fire as he would squeeze her waist or mash her breasts between his thick black fingers.
She remembered the steady glare in Heather's glazed eyes as he watched, unable to tear his eyes away as the huge black prick galloped in and out, Pepper moaning and squealing as the prick battered her buttocks, pushing in and then shoving like a machine gun, gone crazy punching her ass, his heavy black balls smacking noisily against her buttocks, her cunt leaking creamy white syrup and this cream leaking down her thighs as the prick jabbed and jostled her Flaming asshole striking a fury as it drove Pepper from one ecstasy to another, the pain absolutely exquisite as the prick thumped and made its slavish demands up her magnificent ass, penetrating as deep as it could before staggering her with a wild and furious orgasm!
The immense size of the Negro's pounding organ made her asshole so extended and swollen she just couldn't believe her asshole could swallow such an enormous instrument. As she cried out in agony and anguish when her orgasm struck her, she opened her tear-filled eyes to look at Armstrong.
He was jerking off his little prick, and he looked so cute to her, his fingers curled around the thin shaft while his other hand cupped and squeezed his balls, his frail body rocking back and forth and his eyes blinking as he watched so intently as the huge buck screwed and punished his mistress' asshole.
Then, when her orgasm had subsided and she had fallen into a deep sleep, she was awakened but seconds later to see Johnson wrestling with the thin white man, the black's huge muscled arms around the tiny thin waist, the black's gigantic ebony body pressed close to Armstrong's frail, skinny frame as Johnson turned the white man around so that Armstrong's buttocks were now facing Johnston's out thrust prick, the Negro's cock thick and swollen so soon after his orgasm up Pepper's tense asshole.
As the black pressed his horny hot cock against the thin white buttocks, he bent Armstrong over, almost in half and this position gave Johnson the clear advantage he was seeking.
His sinewy, bulbous black cock was drooling now as the purple head of it brushed between Armstrong's buttocks, the tip of the black cock spreading the white man's buttocks apart as it caressed the narrow opening of his asshole, seeking entrance into Armstrong's bowels.
Armstrong was struggling furiously and crying out, begging the black to stop ... pleading with him to take his horny prick away, that he, Armstrong, would be happy to suck his black prong, do anything Johnson wanted, but to please ... oh, God, please do not fuck him up his tender asshole.
But Armstrong's words fell on deaf ears as the head of the thick, extended black cock slowly slipped into the white man's open asshole, Armstrong now bent in half at the waist and balancing his short, frail upper body with his hands placed flat on the floor.
Pepper watched the depraved scene with intense interest, having awakened to Armstrong's pleading cries for release.
Pepper sat up in bed and began to play with her clitoris, parting her thighs as she bore witness to the cringing white man finally taking the needling black cock up his asshole, his cries those of madness and pain and anguish as his aching asshole was split wide open by the ramming cock, Johnson stabbing his prick in inch by inch forcing it in and up the asshole gripping Armstrong's waist like a vice with his thick black fingers.
Finally the prick sank all the way up his asshole and the wild maddening screams coming from Armstrong's lips were blood curdling as Johnson increased his force with each violent thrust, both men breathing heavily now as Pepper began to encourage Johnson.
"Yes, Johnson, dig it up ... up in deep ... that's it ... Fuck his ass like you did mine! Oh, doesn't Heather look just too funny, that thick black cock digging up his ass, and poor Heather crying like a little girl as she get her ass fucked with such a mervelous and such a beautiful black prick...! Oh, Heather, you absolutely kill me...! You know you like it, don't you, Heather? Say something to me ... yesssss, Heather, say something to us ... Just don't cry and moan!"
As the black fat swollen cock ploughed in and out, Heatherton, was suffering excruciating pain all over his shuddering body. His knees almost buckled under the weight of the Negro fucking his asshole several times, but Johnson would pull him back on his prick, impaling in it his asshole each time Heatherton would seem to be falling.
Now Johnson reached around one black hand and gripped Armstrong's balls and prick, the size of his man-like hand covering Armstrong's baby-like genitals, Armstrong's prick stiff and throbbing at the touch of the Negro's rough fingers.
"Ohooo, stop it! Stop it, I say. Please, Oh, Stop it! I told you to stop it ... please. Have some mercy on me ... Have some mercy. Oh, God, does it hurt! Stop it! Ohooooo, yessssss ... Oh ... I don't know!" Heatherton was crying out, alternately pleading and begging for mercy as the huge rigid prick surged and slurped in and out of his asshole.
"Oh, Pepper ... ohooo ... , Pepper, he's killing my body! My poor body can't take it! Please make him stop! Please! I'll do anything you wish...! Please have him take his thing out of my bottom...! Oh, I have to go to the toilet, I think. Please...!"
Pepper gripped her clitoris harder now as she felt her breath increasing.
"Please,, let me get down on the floor at least," Armstrong begged, sobbing and trying to up and pull away from the prodding horny black cock as it plundered and swept deeply in and out of his anguished asshole.
"Let him get down on his knees, Johnson!"
Johnson gently lowered the white man to his bony knees without his prick escaping the hot confines of his bowels, Johnson falling to his own knees now and continuing the rape of Armstrong's asshole.
"Oh, God," cried Armstrong, "it's even worse ... it's so thick ... Oh, how fat it is! I hate it....
Oh please, not so hard ... Please don't put it in so deep ... Please, I beg of you, don't wiggle it in deep like that ... Ohoooooooo, God ... My thing ... it's leaking ... Oh, I'm so embarrassed," he cried, his voice high and shrill now, completely effeminate as Armstrong began to wiggle his buttocks and Pepper noticed immediately a decrease in the white man's sobbing and how he was balancing his body and taking each furiously violent thrust in a much different way than he had been.
Pepper could now hear the loud liquid slurping noises and the smack-smack-smack of Johnson's heavy black balls as they slashed against Heatherton's scrawny buttocks.
"Oh, God. I can't stand it anymore ... I just know I'm going to faint ... Ugggggg, ahhhhhh, take itttttt outttttttt ... Oh, God ... Pleaseeeeeeeee take it outtttttttttt!"
"Don't you dare, Johnson!" Pepper commanded!
And Johnson fucked harder, more violently, driving his glowing black tool up into the tense asshole, pounding the white man's buttocks with a maddening fury.
"Make him love it! Make him beg for it up his ass the way I did ... Make him beg for you to fuck his asshole! Hold his prick, Johnson and jerk it off for him while you fuck him up the ass ... I know he'll love it...!"
Johnson did just this and the screams coming from Armstrong-Heatherton's open lips were suddenly quite different, not those of pain or anguish or anxiety, but vastly changed as he now, unable to understand it himself, began to slowly buck back onto the stiff, pulsating black cock, soft and gently at very first and then more speedily, the sobs lessening and his eyes fluttering open and closed as his very feminine voice began to chant in rhythm with the thrusts of the Negro's thick prodding tool.
"Yessss ... ohoooo, ohoooooo, My God ... I feel it in so nice and deep ... yesssss ... so nice and deep ... Oh, my darling ... oh my dear ... yesssssss ... I think ... I think ... Oh, dear, my darling ... more of it ... more of your honey ... yesssss ... oh, my little prick ... my prick in your dark hand and your lovely fingers on it ... oh, you're so gentle and ohoooo, yessssssss ... stick it up ... stick it up ... Oh, darling ... I'm going to let go!" Armstrong kept murmuring in a high feminine voice, so effeminate anyone listening would have sworn on a stack of bibles that it was a young girl getting fucked for the first time.
"Uesssss, oohhhhhhhooooo, ooooooo ... Whooooo, Haaaaaaaaaaa ... ohooooo, God ... fuck me ... yes ... yessssssssss!!"