Chapter 14
"You stay cool," Herb told the girl as Roger locked the door. "We brought you here for the specific reason of raping you, but if you give us trouble, we'll do to you what your brother did to each of us before going ahead and raping you, anyway."
"Man, you think I'm stupid?" the black girl asked. "I ain't gonna just lie here and let you do it."
"Fuck this!" Bob bellowed, and he literally tore the woman's dress wide open, tugging it off her shuddering body.
"Look at her," Roger muttered. "The clever chick who outwitted all of us, making you three guys pay money to keep her in college so that she was able to get where she is today. We made her what she is, and it's up to us to break her."
"Look at that body," Al muttered, staring at the way her pantyhose clung to her.
Helpless, terrified beyond words, realizing for the first time in her life she was unable to control the situation, the black woman pulled herself away from the four men and stood in the middle of the large bedroom where she had been brought. She looked around, seeing the opulent furnishings, and she knew she wasn't in the hands of some poor joker who would rape her and possibly throw her back, afterward. A guy this rich usually killed women after using them in order to keep from being found out.
Whichever way she turned, there was another male, and it was obvious each one had the same thing in mind. Dawn didn't know what to do.
All four men seemed to jump on her at once, literally tearing her pantyhose off her. She began struggling and kicking, so they dragged her over to the bed and slammed her on it, face-down.
Bob was a quivering mass of desire as he stared at the lovely black model. Those round, strong limbs, strengthened and toned by exercises to keep her firm for her job made her skin shine with a brilliance all its own. Herb and Al held her thighs wide apart, and under the white of her bikini panties they were able to see the lips of her pinkly swollen cunt, completely hairless as almost all professional models' cunts were.
"Gentlemen, since this idea is mine, I claim the privilege of going first," Roger insisted.
Her naked waist was narrow and solid above the white contrasting panties, and the firm plain of her smooth, black-skinned back was marred only by the white strap of her brassiere to make sure her pectoral muscles at no time had any strain on them. Roger, who was kneeling on the bed, let his hands touch her shivering flesh.
"Son of a bitch!" he said to the others. "This one must bathe in beauty cream. I've never felt skin so baby-smooth."
He fumbled with the catch of her brassiere as she writhed, inhaling the freshness of her recently showered body. Hell! His cock was really throbbing in his pants, now, as if trying to tear through the fabric. Hell! His fly was already sodden with his oily lubricity as he pressed a knee against the weii of her hip.
He finally managed to get the brassiere open, and he would have been able to pull it out from under her had not one of her hands moved to clamp it tightly against her body. Reaching under her, he tore the harness away from her and began massaging the small mounds of her breasts, feeling the black nipples starting to swell.
"She's not as frigid as she'd like us to believe," he told the others. "I can feel those nipples getting bigger."
Christ! They were like elastic buttons as they grew in his palms, for even though the lovely girl continued struggling, her body was unable to ward off the thrills it was feeling. She writhed maddeningly, almost pulling away from Roger, and he yelled to the other three, "Hold the bitch down!"
His hands slid along the delightfully contoured sides of her slender body, over the firm, full flesh of her slender waist and down to her hips where his fingers touched the elastic top of her bikini panties. His hand continued moving down, taking the panties with him. At one point the pressure of her thighs prevented him from pulling her panties any lower, so he simply tore they away.
"Gentlemen," Roger said to the others. "Please note the virgin vagina. Full, pouting, eager to be fucked," he told them, and they all laughed as they stared at the hairless vertical slash.
Dawn felt the others loosening their hold on her again, and she struggled once again, but Herb and Bob once more gripped her arms, one on either side, and Al was quick to grab her ankles. With a sense of total frustration, Dawn finally relaxed.
A moment later she felt a new terror invade her body as Roger left the bed only to walk around so she was able to see him drop his pants and undershorts. He knelt on the bed in front of her face, his thighs wide open, and she saw the massively meaty expanse of hard cock standing out from beneath his own dark-brown curls. The penis swayed from right to left and back again like a huge boom.
"Take a good look at it, Dawn," he said to her. "Just a few years ago, you promised I'd be allowed to bury this inside you. Well, now that promise is going to come true."
The strands of brown hair on his wrinkled scrotum created the impression that he was even more virile than he was. The bulging purple penile point seemed to mock her as its sightless eye, pointed at her lovely face, let a small drop of colorless fluid fall onto the counterpane inches from her nose.
Herb held her left wrist with his left hand, and his right hand began exploring her back, feeling her skin to see if it was as smooth as Roger had said. Meanwhile, Al, who was still holding her ankles, had a clear, unobstructed view of her hairless vagina, and his mouth was watering. He saw the way the dark-tan outer labia, all around and convex, parted slightly to reveal the rich pinkness of the inner lips. Christ! He had to admit it was one gorgeous pussy. He was barely able to keep himself under control.
Roger moved around to the lovely woman's rear, kneeling between her slender thighs, telling Al to make certain her ankles were very wide apart. Then he poked two fingers into her virginal slit, just touching the inner labia a little. He rubbed his fingertips up and down the curtains of her inner cuntlips, and against her will, Dawn felt a smooth liquid trying to pour its way out of her. She tried yanking her body away from the fingers, but the trio was holding her too tightly. All she was able to do was lie there, face-down. She didn't even have the strength to cry.
Roger slowly began pushing a finger into the narrow little inlet of her vagina. He pushed the finger deeper and deeper, finding she was not nearly as tight as Shana had initially been. Her cunt was getting wetter by the moment. His finger finally encountered the thin strip of elastic membrane stretched across her creaming cunt's inner hallway. He didn't shove his finger any further. He wanted the pleasure of popping this cherry with his cock, as he had done with Shana. But he did rub his finger hard against her upper vaginal wall, teasing the nerve-endings inside her, feeling more and more slick oils form within.
"She's got a nice box," Roger told the others. "I've fucked tighter, but this one is still tight enough."
He slid a second finger into her distending vaginal tunnel, feeling her body tremble helplessly as she grunted a little. She refused to give them the satisfaction of knowing the moving fingers were reaching her, making her cunt come alive. The two fingers moved in and out all the faster, coated with heavy oils to where the lubrication was all but gelatinous. He rubbed each of the walls within her in turn, feeling more and more liquid ooze out of her.
Taking a deep breath, Dawn forced herself to relax for a moment, but she realized there was no hope of breaking free. They held her too tightly.
"I want her up on her knees," Roger told Al.
The latter released the girl's ankles, and moving around Roger, took a firm hold on her slender waist. He hauled her up, forcing her to brace her knees under her. Roger had his own thighs lodged between her knees, preventing her from clamping them shut. He continued thrusting two fingers in and out of her sodden center, and he smiled, noting she was involuntarily countering his thrusts with movements of her body.
Withdrawing his fingers, he used his thumbs to part her pussylips, saying, "That pink is the deepest color I've ever seen in a woman. In fact, she's almost red in there." He then shifted the head of his cock, placing it against the oval opening.
"Hey man!" Dawn gasped. "Come on, huh. I was a black girl forced to try and make out in a white man's world. I had no money, and there wasn't no way I was gonna earn some. Man, now I got the bread. You lemmee go, and I'll give it to you."
"Sorry, honey," Roger breathed. "The color of your skin doesn't give you the right to pick on us, just as it doesn't give white people the right to pick on you. As for living in a white world, well in a little while, you'll be living in a black world, Africa, honey! See how you like living down there."
"Man, are your crazy?" she screamed. "What the hell do I want to go to Africa for?"
"Maybe to be fucked, like this," Roger told her, and she shuddered as she felt his stiff penile point begin to push against her leaking split, widening it.
He used his hand to hold the cock steady, guiding it past her slavering inner labia, feeling with enjoyment the way she was squirming, obviously feeling pain. She wasn't used to having her cuntwalls stretched. He didn't ram his cock into her, but rather moved it in very, very slowly, almost agonizingly, feeling her tight cunt give a little at a time as he forced the tight, sleeve-like interior to constantly widen. Her head was rocking up and down to stifle the screams as she felt the pain that much more. He was pushing against her hymen, but gently, causing more agony.
As far as Roger was concerned, the feeling was fabulous. Though her cunt wasn't nearly as tight as Shana's, nor did it have the pressure of Andrea's rectum or the wetness of Rosalie's mouth, it felt really good. As he had noted earlier, no two cunts had ever felt the same, and this one was making its personality felt. A hot and heavy sensation surrounded the pushing pole as it continued moving deeper and deeper into her seething center, making his balls tingle with delight.
"Oh, Christ!" he murmured, talking to the other three. "She has really a nice cunt. Not too tight, not too loose. Jesus! Wait until you guys try it."
The vulva lips spread a bit wider now, accepting a little more of him as he continued pushing his cock into her cunt from the rear. The hot, spreading stickiness of her womanly flesh surrounding the head of his throbbing cock made pinwheels of light sparkle brilliantly in his brain.
"Sheee-iitttt!" Bob bellowed, his handsome mouth wide open as he stared at the sensuous way Roger's cock continued moving into Dawn. "If and when she comes," he quipped, "I'll bet she comes like thunder."
"Bad joke!" Roger insisted, and inhaling, thrust his throbbing cock forward again, letting it tear the delicate inner membrane that was a sign of her virginity.
Dawn screamed out loud, totally unused to the agony she was feeling. Her head slammed against the pillow beneath it over and over.
The huge, swollen penis thundered into the narrow tightness of her crushing, squeezing channel, rending the last little bit of her cherry to shreds as it went all the way in. Soon his flat belly was pressed against the roundness of her two ass-cheeks, all but squashing them flat.
Fire filled Roger's lungs as he gripped her flaring hips and slowly began tugging his thick bludgeon out of her. But he didn't pull it all the way out. Rather it slammed right in again. Holding her hips to keep her rock-steady, he forced the long thickness of his phallic plug deeper into her womanly strait, savoring the delicious feeling of her humid recesses washing over the penis. Her inner tissues seemed to cling to his penis as he pulled it back this time.
The way Al's circling arms held the lovely dark girl's middle up, his hands were also able to touch her ass-cheeks, and he automatically parted them in order to peer through the crevice and catch a better view of Roger's phallic lance slamming into the tight, vaginal orifice. Each time the cock pulled back, it was plainly seen to be covered with her juices, juices so frothing they had turned almost white, though there was a tinge of pink in there, denoting the little bit of blood she had lost when her hymen had been ruptured.
On each forward stroke, Roger now had the full length of his pulsing penis buried to the limit into Dawn's pink portal. Her walls seemed to fit perfectly around the prodding lance, not to tightly, not too loosely, as it massaged the membranes while moving in and out, in and out. Roger looked down to stare at this oil and blood-coated prong, enjoying the way it looked going into and coming out of her cunt. He saw the scalloped pink ridges of her inner labia pull out each time he yanked his pulsing cock back, and noted how they disappeared once he started plunging in, much the way a pair of lips seemed to disappear into a mouth without teeth. He began setting a regular pace of pushing and pulling, the fire in his lungs burning the molten metal as he continued puffing heavily. Shit! She was a vessel constructed for fucking, and she was withholding herself. Well he was taking full advantage of the delightful cunt, now. Two deflorations in less than a week. Hell! This was really something!
His cock slammed against the back wall of her vagina repeatedly, on each in-thrust the organ feeling more and more petrified. He jammed his cock into her with such force, that Herb had to kneel at the head of the bed and brace her shoulders with his hands to keep her from moving forward with each thrust.
The burgeoning penis was swelling even more now, on the verge of total satisfaction. He hoped it wouldn't burst apart before he came. Roger's ass-cheeks tightened that much more while his thighs continued brutally battering her delightfully round, black ass-cheeks.
Dawn had been whimpering and sobbing, but now everything was subsiding as she began feeling tingles brought on by the throbbing flesh within her. His muscular cane pushed recklessly inward, and with each move, the friction within her heightened her sensations. Little by little she felt thrills building in her, and finally she discovered, against her will, the meaning of orgasm, as her cunt first opened wide, then clamped down tightly around the pulsing penis as she threw her head back and screamed, "AAAAAAIIII-IIY YYYYYE EEEAAA AAIIII GGGHHH UUU-UUN NNNGGG HHHAAA GGGHHH HHOHHHW WWW AAA UUUHHH AAAGGG HHH!"
Then that wonderful feeling for which Roger had been waiting finally arrived. It rushed down on him, thrilling him, but he was out of breath and had no strength to scream. What little strength he did have left, he used to continue plunging the penis in and out of her coming cunt.
His body was bent forward, completely tense now, rigid and unyielding, and he continued plunging the blazing baton into her vagina again and again. He began a series of long, shuddering spasms as the heavy fluid shot from his hose of hard flesh and flooded into the beautiful woman in fiery abundance, splattering into her bruised and beaten womanly vessel. For a short while his world seemed to explode, and only by a small miracle did he keep himself conscious. All this fucking was beginning to take its toll on him.
A moment later, he was finished. He tugged his weakening cock out of her and rolled off the bed. He sat on the floor, trying to catch his breath.
"Who goes next?" Bob asked.
"Me," Al insisted. "I've been through this business with Roger almost from the start. So I figure I go next."
The trio stared down at the black woman's panting, unmoving body. Her breathing was so soft, they barely heard it. They rolled her onto her back for a moment and checked her heartbeat. It was fast, but regular, and her breathing was getting stronger. Her thighs were wide apart, letting the three men see the pink flesh covered with the whiteness of Roger's sperm. It looked so child-like with no hair around it. Had her face not been so distraught, she might have been posing for one of the girlie magazines.
"Hell," Al muttered, "I'm not going to shove my cock into the same hole. That'd give her the thrill."
"So what d'you want to do?" Herb asked.
"Flip her over and let me drill into her ass," Al insisted.
He dropped his own pants and undershorts, kicking them off to the side as the other two men turned Dawn back onto her belly. She lay perfectly still, incapable of struggling, still out of breath because of the power of her first orgasm.
Al wasted no time. He tugged her slender thighs wide apart, letting his fingers run along the solid muscles of her calves up to her thighs. Moving forward, he felt the tautness of her firm, black silken flesh against his outer thighs.
He rubbed her rounded rectal cheeks with his hands, squeezing them, pinching them, enjoying their fullness. Dawn shuddered but did nothing else.
Al spat on his fingers and began lightly rubbing the saliva into her asscrack. His fingers teased her anus. It was a warm, slippery little prune-shaped opening between two rounded mounds. He pressed his right forefinger against the entrance to her anal cavity, feeling the puckered flesh. Curious, he wondered if her asshole was as richly pink as her cunt. Using his thumb, he forced her swollen buttocks apart.
Dawn tightened up at first, but he slapped her a few times and she allowed her ass-cheeks to loosen. Yanking the twin globes wide apart, he stared straight down, and he was delighted to see the inner flesh was just as pink as that in her vagina.
Shrugging, he poked at it with his forefinger, and when she didn't stop him, he very suddenly rammed the forefinger all the way into her ass. Dawn screamed as he forced her sphincter to open unwillingly, working his finger ever deeper into her. Her rectum, which had initially tried resisting his digital invasion, now sucked the finger all the way in. Dawn began whimpering as Al started rotating the finger in her rectum. The anal tube was not nearly as wet as her vaginal receptacle. Still, it was tighter, and it gripped his finger very tightly. When he tried fitting a second finger into her rectum he found it next to impossible. He yanked her up to her knees, and her ass began swinging from side to side like a pendulum. Herb and Bob knelt on either side of her and gripped her hips to keep her steady. They held her ass perfectly in place.
Al's swollen log of cock was immense, and the more he rubbed it against the crinkle of her rear entrance, the more lubrication came from the tip of his cock, and the more oil seeped into her rectal opening, making it wetter and wetter.
Now, he thought. Gotta fuck her ass, right now!
He pushed as hard as possible against the rosebud shape of her asshole, his white cock a stark contrast against her black buttocks. He rammed into her with overpowering force. Shit! It was a long time since he had fucked an asshole, and he wasn't able to remember when it had felt so good. He just hoped he wouldn't pop his load before he managed to get his cock into her. Again he forced the thick reddish tip of his penis against her starred opening.
With the blunted head pressing fervently against her ass, his hands surrounded her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her toward him. He felt the heated clutch of her tantalizing asscrack as it surrounded his glans. At first, nothing happened. Her asshole refused to yield. Then he felt her body tense up as her sphincter loosened. She was ready to pull away and would have done so had Bob and Herb not stood there ready.
The anal ring finally opened up, and little by little his blazing penile length began moving in. The sphincter surrounded his cock so tightly, he felt as if he were moving into the jaws of a steel trap. He jammed the burning phallus in all the harder, flexing his hips and driving in with ever-greater force.
"Hhhhhaaauuunnnngghhh! Damn honky!" Dawn cried out as the man continued to forcibly push his cock into her ass.
The black girl though she had run out of tears. She was wrong. These were the first people to make her cry in more than fifteen years. It was more than mere pain. It was the combination of being totally humiliated and also the idea that they were using her. She had always sworn she was the one who would do the using. Now the very people she had used were using her in the most demeaning manner possible.
Al continued pushing his powerful penile prod into her, thoroughly enjoying the manner in which her sphincter tightly clutched at the savage spear that was his prick. It sank in slowly, certainly, solidly, and after a while he realized he had buried the full length of it inside her rectum. He was so long, the head of his cock was poking into her large intestine.
The man began grinding his hairy thighs against her buttery soft black ass-cheeks, rotating the burning pole around and around in her rectum before partially pulling it back. Then he powered it in all over again, and a loud sigh involuntarily rose from his throat as he realized how close he was to orgasm.
The black girl found herself involuntarily moving, as well. She wiggled her buttocks from side to side, then shoved back each time he thrust forward. At first, it was with the idea of somehow or other catching him off-balance in order to force him out of her. But with the passing moments, she realized her counter-thrusts was because her rectum was feeling prickly sensations caused by the friction of his pulsating wand. Her movement now served to yank his hard cock that much deeper into her rectum, making it massage the rubbery walls within and heighten the thrill she was beginning to feel.
A loud gasp escaped from her throat, but it wasn't a cry of pain. She continued churning and rotating her asshole around the inpushing cock, moving in maddening circles. She was a helpless moth, pinned by a short stake, and each movement served to enhance the thrills she felt as the masculine spike continued tantalizing her inner rectal chamber, making her aware of feelings she had never previously known.
Al had to admit what he was feeling was unbelievable. Her asshole tightly gripped his throbbing penis, creating the feeling she was rubbing off an outer layer of skin. Fire seemed to fill her rectum, but it was the fire of physical need, and not pain any longer. It burned right through his flailing cock.
Al clamped his lower lip between his teeth and stared at the black-ivory smoothness of her curvaceous back. He saw the goose pimples rising on her skin as he continued forcing his powering lance back and forth in the steaming depths of her rectum.
Dawn was feeling singularly scintillating sensations of unutterable delight. She was gasping for breath beneath him, panting and gurgling each time his penis pushed all the way into her.
Herb was unable to stand it any longer. Watching all this action going on without his getting a piece of it was too much. He had to get his share of the black woman. Bob, on the other hand, waited. He didn't mind using an orifice that had been previously used because he intended using each of her orifices a second time.
Herb stripped his own pants off as he moved on the bed, sliding his body between her face and the pillow beneath. He gripped her black hair and raised her face just enough so that he was able to guide the tip of his penis against her reluctant mouth. When her lips stayed firmly clamped together, he twisted his hands in her hair, knowing if he caused enough pain, she would have to open her mouth to yell. Dawn didn't disappoint him. Unable to take the torment, the beautiful model began yelling, and the moment her mouth opened, the long, thick penil pike made its way into her mouth, sliding against her tongue until it rammed right into her gullet. He had two hands in her hair now, letting her know that if she considered biting down, he would not only tear all the hair from her head, but would proceed to beat the living hell out of her. In any case, the thickness of his mighty cock made it all but impossible for her to bite down. She was gagging, choking as he continued to plunge his anxious phallus that much deeper into the unwilling depths of her throat.
"Suck!" he ordered, his voice soft but menacing, making her aware of the hate burning inside him.
He rammed the full length of his aching penis repeatedly into her narrow esophagus, matching Al, who was fucking her ass at the other end, stoke for stroke. The helpless model was buffeted back and forth between them, but even now, just as she had felt the searing thrills build in her ass, so did she feel something tingle in her pharynx. She'd already had a vaginal orgasm, and she suddenly became aware of the fact that she was about to have another orgasm, a dual orgasm originating in both, her mouth and her ass at the same time. The two, like opposite electric poles, would seek each other out by sending magnetic signals through her body and meet somewhere in the middle. The two phalluses working in and out in tandem no longer seemed like separate entities, but rather like one long tube running the length of her body, sparking electrical thrills in different places as it touched her seemingly all over.
The pressure became too much for Dawn. She had never realized how overpowering an orgasm might be until she'd had her initial climax. Now the dual orgasm mounting in her was going to explode through her as if multiplied to the tenth power. She was going to simply blow apart. It welled higher and higher inside her and then, there it was.
"GGGGGG WWWWWA AAAAUU UUUCCC CCHHHH LLLLLU UUUUGG GGGHHH WWW-AAA UUUUUU CCCCCH HHHWWW UUUUUU RRRGGG GGHLLL HHHHHU CCCHHH HH!" she gagged with the full length of penis jammed down her throat. She came insanely, bouncing up and down on her knees, pulling the two men all the more deeply into her with every motion.
Al and Herb rubbed their penises in and out of her all the more quicly, now. Both were used to missionary fucking more than anything else, and as a result felt the pleasures of her ass and mouth respectively, that much more keenly, especially since her climaxing caused both interiors to tighten even more.
"Here I come!" Al announced to the others. "I CAN FEEEEELIIIIITTTT...YYYAAA AAGGGG GGH-HHH AAAAAR RRGGGG HHHAAA AANNNG GGGHH!" he bellowed, and he jammed his seething spear right up to its hairy root into the tightness of her clinging rectal cavity, pushing his head as far into her colon as possible. His hands gripped her smooth buns and squeezed them tightly together, applying more and more pressure to his pounding cock. A million little razors seemed to be coursing through his urethra, as, with a loud, bellowing belch, he fired wad after wad of blazing sperm into her anal receptacle, letting it wash through her lower large intestine. He fired like a machine gun, one liquid bullet after another.
"OHHHHHH...HHHAAA NNNNNN GGGGGH HHH...UUUYYE EEEAAA GGGHHH HHH...GGGHHH HHHAAA AARGGG HHHHH...U UUUNNN GGGHHH HHH...AAAGGG HHH!" Herb bellowed, and he began firing seed down the lovely woman's narrow throat, pouring one balst of fluid after another into her. His shots matched, bullet for bullet, the spurting of Al's swollen hose. They seemingly fired in unison at one point, making Dawn think the dual jets of sperm, like the feelings of orgasm, would meet in the center of her body.
Both men continued pumping until their organs had deflated to near-nothingness, and even then wouldn't have pulled out had their penises not simply, limply fallen out.
The two men slid away from the girl, both totally exhausted. It had been years since either had know such a total experience They had become staid and missionary in their fucking. This different kind of enjoyment was very much to their liking, but it was something they knew most women would not endure, in spite of the fact that any woman doing it, enjoyed it.
Al and Herb sat on the floor next to Roger, and they watched as Bob prepared himself. He was the one she had taken for the most money, and though he had waited to be last, he intended making up for it in every way possible. He was going to fuck, re-fuck, and fuck again, until he had screwed her inside-out from top to bottom. She was all his.
Dawn, seeing the gleam in his eye, prepared herself. But somehow she was no longer whimpering. Nor was she totally sorry.