Chapter 8
When Sandy opened the door to her apartment, she had expected to see Rifter. Instead, a huge black man strolled past her into the room with an air that indicated he was used to getting his way.
"Where's Rifter?" she asked, looking nervously at the huge man as he helped himself to a drink from her liquor cabinet.
"My name's Frank. Are you Sandy?" He poured Scotch into two glasses.
"Yes."
He handed her one of the drinks, his eyes undressing her. "I don't like to drink alone. Rifter said he'd be here later." He reached out and touched her hair with his left hand, bunching it in his fingers. "We don't need Rifter, do we?"
"Did he tell you the plan?" Sandy asked, stepping back and tossing her hair free with a flick of her head.
"Plan?" Frank tossed his drink down. "He didn't say anything about a plan." His eyes grew suspicious. He hesitated, wondering whether he was being set up, then decided to lay his cards on the table so there would be no misunderstanding. He didn't want to be set up for a rape charge. "All Rifter told me was that you and your girlfriend liked to fuck. Is that right or not?"
Sandy saw where it was leading now. Rifter had set it up to play rape. She would have to put out to this big black stud and convince him that she was doing it for the love of it. Rifter didn't do very much work himself. She sighed inwardly and smiled at Frank. She had a feeling it was going to be a very rough night.
Frank crossed the distance she had put between them and reached out for her hair again. This time she didn't pull away. She tilted her chin up and looked into his eyes. "My girlfriend saw you first," she said. "She thought it would be fun to make it with you." Sandy moved in close to him, her fingers going to the buttons on his jacket. She opened his jacket and slipped her arms inside around his waist. "You're a big mother, aren't you?"
He circled her shoulders with his left arm and tilted an empty glass to his lips. He looked at it, pushed away from her and headed back to the bar. "How about another?"
Sandy shook her head. "Later." She moved close to him again, wanting to get the show going.
The quicker they got to the bed, the quicker he would be convinced to fall into their scheme. "Let me have your jacket." He allowed her to pull it from his shoulders, one arm at a time, changing hands with his drink as each arm was pulled from his sleeves. Sandy walked to the bedroom with his jacket. "Bring your drink in here, honey."
He followed her with his glass and the bottle. He seemed nervous to Sandy. She would have to do her best to put him at ease. Once they were inside her bedroom, she shut the door behind her and leaned against it, watching him. He crossed to a chair in the corner by the dresser and sat down, placing the bottle on the dresser by his shoulder. He looked at her and leaned back in the chair, sipping his drink. His eyes drew together in a questioning expression. He wanted her to make the first move. Cautious. Very cautious. Was he the right man? He was big and ugly enough, but could he be fierce enough?
Sandy crossed the room to him and knelt down between his outstretched legs. She untied his shoes and pulled his socks from his feet, all the time feeling his eyes on her, still questioning. She stood up and moved to his lap, like a trusting child. She slid her right leg up between his, drawing her shin across his crotch, feeling the large bulge in the vee of his crotch. She sat on his lap, keeping herself erect, her fingers working at the tie around his neck. "I'm glad you came," she whispered. "I was afraid you wouldn't agree to do it." She dropped her eyes shyly. "Especially since my girlfriend likes to do it a little different."
Frank refilled his glass. "What do you mean different?"
Sandy looked startled. "Didn't Rifter tell you?"
"Maybe he did, and maybe he didn't. Why don't you just tell me so I know I've got the truth. Just what do you and your girlfriend expect of me?"
Sandy pulled his tie from around his neck and started working on his shirt buttons. "I don't expect anything from you except whatever you want to do. It's my friend who has special requirements."
"And what are they?"
Sandy acted shy and embarrassed. "I wish Rifter had told you. He said he would, so I wouldn't have to. It's not as much fun if I have to say anything." She looked up and met his eyes. "My girlfriend likes to be raped." When Sandy saw the way his eyes burned eagerly, she knew that her earlier fears had been unnecessary. He wanted to do it! Still, she could tell he needed more convincing.
When she finished unbuttoning his shirt, she pulled his tails from his pants and pushed the material away from his chest. She traced lines down his dark skin with the tips of her fingers. "You're not afraid, are you ?" she teased, her fingers going to his belt buckle.
He swallowed the rest of his drink and poured another. "If I do something, then it must mean I'm not afraid."
"Not even a little bit?" She leaned forward and bit his right nipple with her front teeth, nipping gently and then touching her tonguetip to the faint teeth marks. "Aren't you afraid I might eat you up if you get rough?"
He chuckled, beginning to relax as the drinks took effect. "I should be afraid of a little white mite like you?" He sipped from his drink and reached out with the first finger of his left hand and traced a line from her shoulder down to the tip of her left breast. He felt the nipple pressing against the fabric of her dress. He circled the nipple outline with his fingertip and then added his thumb, pinching her sensitive flesh.
Sandy closed her eyes and allowed his fingers to bring her body to life. He pushed her from his lap and finished unzipping his pants and let them drop to the floor. Sandy reached for his shorts and helped him step out of them. He sat back down in the chair and watched while Sandy removed her own clothes. She didn't posture and pose for him like she sometimes did. It wasn't necessary. When he had stepped out of his shorts, his black organ stood up like a thick pole between his legs. Sandy knew she was going to enjoy this. Already she felt her pussylips trembling in anticipation of receiving his big cock inside her moistening cunt.
He spread his legs obscenely to her. "Like black meat, baby?"
Sandy responded by dropping back to her knees in front of his naked sex and lowering her head to his cock. She felt its heat as she held the thick shaft in her fingers and applied her tongue to its underside, licking up hungrily with her tongue as though it were a lolly pop. She pulled his foreskin back from the bulbous head of his black tool. Her tongue circled the throbbing rim, tasting its heat and need. She enveloped the entire head of his cock with her mouth and pumped up and down, enjoying the feel of it growing even stiffer in her mouth and the sound of his moan of pleasure.
He cupped her head in his hands as she pumped up and down with her mouth, her cheeks moving in motion with her throat muscles as she struggled to get his knob down past her tonsils and into the womb of her throat. His fingers pressed on the back of her head as he tried to get more and more of his swollen penis into the warmth of her mouth. "That's it, baby. Suck it! Oooohhhh, lawd, that feels good. Keep at it, baby. Keep at it."
Sandy needed no encouragement. With a final thrust of her head, Sandy felt his slick member slide past her throat muscles and fill her to the gagging point. Her lips worked their way down the shaft of his cock, sucking and slurping his organ deeper and deeper into her mouth until her lips reached the tight, kinky curls covering his crotch. She buried her nose in the tight hair and churned her neck in a circular motion, feeling his rod struggling to sink even deeper into her oral cavity. His black muscular body glistened with perspiration as his hips churned under her.
She felt his feet move between her legs and his toes go to the damp crop of hair hiding her cunt. She spread her legs further apart to make room for him as he traced his toes up the insides of her thighs and pressed against the lips surrounding her gaping slit. She moaned as his toes dug inside her pink entrance and flicked at the node of her clitoris. She ground her hips downward to increase the friction against her lustful nerve endings.
He laughed at her. "You're a sensuous bitch," he said. "Anything turns you on." He pushed her away from him, pressing against her shoulders with the palms of his hands, her mouth sucking at his cock, struggling to keep it in her mouth like a baby at a nipple. When his cock did break free, it made a wet slurping sound as it snapped out of her pouting mouth.
She tried to get his big organ back in her mouth, but he placed a naked foot between her breasts and pushed her away. "What's wrong?" she demanded, looking up at him impatiently.
"You're in too big a hurry. Go get on the bed. Let's take our time with this. We've got all night."
She did as told, reluctantly. She bunched the pillows up at the top of the bed and lay on her back, resting against the pillows, her legs spread and bent at the knees, her sex lewdly displayed to his feverish eyes.. Her hands went to her own breasts and she scratched her nails against the pink nipples, feeling them respond with tingling messages all the way down to her moist cuntal depths. She held her arms out to him impatiently. "Come on, lover. Stick it in me. Show me what you can do."
Frank poured himself another drink and carried it over to the bed. He stood and sipped the drink, staring down at her nakedness. He sat down beside her on the edge of the mattress and poured a drop of his drink into her navel. Immediately he ducked his head and stabbed his tonguetip into the dripping cavity and sucked out the scotch. "Mmmmmmmm! That's the only way to drink booze." He licked his lips and poured another splash into her belly button. She tensed her stomach muscles and a drop of the liquid began to roll down her side. Quickly Frank's tongue caught it and lapped it into his mouth. "Yes, sir. This is fantastic." He poured more of his drink on her stomach, lapping it up as soon as it began to form a stream and run off onto the sheets.
When he had emptied the last of his drink in her navel, he refilled his glass and moved up to her breasts and began pouring small amounts on each of her nipples and sucking and licking at the drops as they ran down the sides of the warm her large breasts. She squirmed under the warm lapping of his tongue against her skin, feeling the demands of her body building within her loins. She held his head and attempted to guide it to the parts of her body that she wanted him to bath, but for the time being, he was only interested in her breasts and the Scotch he nursed from them. "Lower," she pleaded, pushing down on his head.
He poured fresh booze on the swelling of her nipples and lapped contentedly, his breathing heavy and sensual. His eyes were glazed, partly from the booze and partly from his lust. She drew her right foot between his legs and pushed against the shaft of his cock, feeling its hardness and readiness against her sole. "Put it in me, honey," she urged. "Now, baby. I'm ready."
He looked up from her breasts and before she knew what he was doing, he poured a half shot of Scotch between her open lips and pushed her head back against the pillows and covered her mouth with his, sticking his tongue between her teeth and sucking at her mouth to get back the alcohol he had given her. She gagged and almost swallowed the booze before she realized what he wanted from her. Then she caught on and allowed him to quench his thirst from her mouth. When she had spit the rest of the alcohol into his mouth, he pushed himself back, smiling. "I'm going to finish this whole bottle on your body." She realized he was really showing the effects of the alcohol now. His tongue was thick and his words were beginning to slur.
Instead of refilling his glass from the bottle, Frank ignored his glass and poured Scotch onto Sandy directly from the bottle. He slid down in the bed and tilted the bottle over her pubic mound. Sandy tried to push his hand away.
"It burns there," she said.
But Frank paid no attention to her. When Sandy tried to pull away from him, he laughed and circled her breast with his legs in a scissors hold so tight that her breasts were crushed painfully against her ribs. She could hardly get her breath as he squeezed against her with his legs. He looked at her face. "Are you going to be still now?"
She nodded. He laughed. When he poured Scotch over her body and dipped his head between her legs, Sandy bit her lower lips against the initial pain and closed her eyes until the pain began to subside and be replaced by the contented warmth flooding into her loins from Frank's thick tongue, laving her crotch like a starving man. She lifted her hips and spread her thighs to make more room for his face to press against the forest of hair cushioning the triangular area of her crotch. She felt his tongue parting and combing her pubic hair away from the entrance to her cunt.
Frank's tonguetip stabbed into the pink slit between her pussy lips. He pressed his face against her hair-fringed lips of her wanton cunt and worked his mouth into the very center of her sweating pussy, pushing her lips aside with his mouth and burying his tongue deeply into her vulva while, with his nose, he flicked upward against the sensitive button of passion hidden at the top of her filled slit. Sandy moaned as passion swept through her loins like hot oil and spread to all parts of her body, leaving her tense and churning with a need that wouldn't be stilled until she had received the satisfaction of complete orgasm.
"Take me," she begged him. "Fuck me now!" Her hips churned upward into his face and her hands pressed against his head as though her gaping pussy intended to swallow his head whole.
Frank made excellent use of his tongue, slurping over her body like a hungry beast, stabbing in and out of all her cavities and setting her body on fire with sensuous desire. He nibbled the lips surrounding her slit and feasted greedily in the dripping pink pool of her cunt. The thick aroma of her juicy box wafted into his nostrils like a field of flowers. He moaned and grunted as his hunger drove him relentlessly to devour her body like a starving man. Over and over his tongue buried itself deep into her body and his cheeks and mouth sucked and feasted on the nectar flowing into her cunt.
Sandy's fingers tore at the kinky hair covering his head as she tried to literally force his head inside her. Her heels kicked and spurred at his back and shoulders. Her back arched and her hips churned feverishly. As his tongue continued to lave the cuntal slit between her legs, Sandy felt her body drawing itself into a frenzy of excitement. She was so close to orgasm that she would explode any moment and she still hadn't coaxed him into ramming his hard, black cock into her. She was saved by the door bell. Frank rolled over and sat up. "Shit!" He looked back at Sandy's lewdly displayed cunt, dripping with a mixture of the hot juices bubbling from her inner depths. "I bet that's Rifter." He stood up, disappointed to leave the rich flavor between her legs. He opened the bedroom door and motioned to her with a finger to answer the bell.
Sandy grabbed a robe and hurried toward the front door, pulling the robe around her as she went, cursing to herself at the interruption. Another few moments and she would have been there. Damn that Rifter. She opened the door and stepped back.
Rifter strolled in like he owned the place. It made her mad, especially since she had been so close. "You've got rotten timing," she said, slamming the door behind him. She stomped back toward the bedroom, shooting at him as she went, "Stay out here for a while. I'm busy."
Rifter chuckled obscenely. "Maybe you need a little more of what I gave you this afternoon."
She stopped and looked back at him, Frank watching drunkenly from the bedroom doorway. A tiny finger of premonition touched her like a minute thread of electric current pricking out a warning. "No. I don't need anymore of that. I've got all I can handle now."
"You bet your lilly-white ass you do, honey," Frank called from the doorway. "But you gotta admit there's always room for one more." He waved at her with his hand impatiently. "Now come on, let's get back to where we were." He waited for her to walk past him, then followed her to the bed without bothering to close the door to keep Rifter from watching from the other room.
Rifter, however, was no more content to watch from the other room as Sandy was to forget the whole thing. Sandy had to continue and Rifter had to follow them into the room. He didn't even bother saying anything to them. When they crawled onto the bed in their old positions, Rifter simply began taking his clothes off and throwing them heedlessly on the floor, his eyes never leaving their seething, lustful bodies entwined together on the mattress. When he was completely undressed, he stood back patiently by the foot of the bed, his fingers holding his stiffened tool, ready to move into action.
Sandy lay with her back against the pillows resting at the head of the bed, her legs spread wide to accommodate Frank's head and shoulders as he lapped between her pussy lips with his tongue, eagerly swallowing the juices that his hungry lips brought into his mouth. Sandy moaned as the heat grew between her legs. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes to narrow slits out of which she watched Rifter play with his dong at the foot of the bed. She didn't know what he had in mind, but she wasn't sure she would enjoy it if it interrupted Frank from the marvelous things his tongue and mouth did between her legs. Sandy lifted her chin and rocked her head back and forth against the pillow, her hair tangled about her shoulders. She pointed her toes and curled them in toward Frank's hips, scratching long lines up and down his body between his knees and ribs.
Frank ate hungrily and thoroughly from the top of the valley between her buttocks to the top of her slit where the forest of hair grew like a thick carpet over her mound. His skilled tongue probed her most sensitive spots, flicking expertly into her brown, puckered anus and tracing the sensitive trail of her perineum all the way up to her clitoris. He nibbled at the tiny knob sheathed in pink folds of seething flesh. She came alive under his manipulations, scratching and clawing at his body. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and sank his teeth deeply into the outside of her outer lips, completely encircling her vulva and digging a perimeter of teeth marks into her flesh.
He sucked against her lips and slowly inserted his tongue between her pussy lips, tasting the frothing lubrication forced into his mouth by his tongue burrowing deeper and deeper into her body. He rocked forward with his head into her center, moaning and snarling into her muff like an animal feasting on live flesh. His fingers dug into her tender thighs and pulled them open as far as her legs would go, pushing them up at the same time until her knees pressed against her shoulders and her breasts were mashed by her thighs.
Slowly Frank began eating his way up Sandy's stomach. He spent time in her pubic hair while his tongue bathed her moist curls, drawing them into his mouth and rolling them around his tongue. Then he moved up over the smooth roll of her lower stomach, wetting and laving all of her succulent skin as he moved up. When his tonguetip darted into her navel, she couldn't restrain a squeal of pleasure. His hands moved to her waist and kneaded her center with strong, gouging fingers, reaching almost all the way around her.
He pulled her down under him, drawing the upper part of her body down from the headrest until her breasts quivered within reach of his eager tongue. He licked her ribs and circled the twin, heavy globes. He nuzzled his face between the mountainous pink-tip peaks and pulled their mass against the sides of his face, his tongue licking deeply into her cleavage. He moaned and thrashed over her, his hips grinding in a circular motion, his organ hardened and searching.
She pressed her hips up against his upcoming organ and trapped it in the vee of her crotch, her pussy lips grasping and dripping with desire to suck his penis into its center.
"NOW, FOR GOD'S SAKE, FUCK ME!"
She reached down between them and circled his thick, throbbing cock and guided it to her waiting cunt. Its. huge black head forced its way between her lips. The hot juice of her pussy lubricated the rubbery knob of the dark invader, easing its passage into her interior.
"YES, YES," she cried. "RAM IT IN HARD! NOW!"
Frank didn't disappoint her. His hips drove forward like a battering ram. His pointed dagger pierced into the tender membranous center of her pussy and burrowed its way along her sensitive canal, pushing aside the delicate walls as they stretched to the tearing point almost to accommodate him. She screamed and clawed at his back. "YES, YES! AAAAAAAAH !" Her heels spurred his buttocks in an effort to keep him in motion.
Firm fingers grabbed her around her ankles, stopping her feet in midair. She looked over Frank's shoulders. Rifter had caught her legs. He held them now in each hand and, while Frank continued humping into her crotch, pulled mightily on her legs and dragged her down toward the foot of the bed, her crotch trapping Frank by his cock and pulling him down to the foot of the bed with her. Sandy's buttocks rested on the bottom of the mattress. Rifter spoke to Frank. "Roll her over, man."
Holding her by her waist, Frank shifted his weight to his right and rolled toward the side of the bed, lifting Sandy easily on top of him, her crotch still pierced by his black dagger, her buttocks sticking nakedly into the air near Rifter's bulging cock. While Frank kept his legs together, Rifter straddled his feet and moved inside Sandy's open thighs, close enough to plow the head of his pulsing phallus along the furrow separating the cheeks of her ass. His large, bulbous head pressed hotly into her puckered center while Frank continued humping his thick organ up into Sandy's cunt. Rifter screwed his rubbery head into the protesting eye of her rear.
Rifter's large organ stretched the tight, puckered muscles of her ass apart like a flowering bud as he buried himself inside her hungrily. He humped in and out of her rectum, drawing his tool back until only the eager head remained between her buttocks, and then ramming his shaft back inside with a satisfied grunt from his lungs. He kept time with Frank. When Frank drew back, easing the pressure inside Sandy's abdomen, Rifter bore into her rear. When Frank plowed into her front, Rifter eased out the back. Rifter kept this teeter-totter effect going for a few minutes and then suddenly changed the rhythm and matched the thrusts of Frank so that both of them shoved their cocks into her simultaneously.
Sandy felt as if the lower half of her body was being sawed and stabbed by the dull ends of clubs, yet the pain refreshed her and brought her to life. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She thrust her hips first at one of them and then the other, feeling their massive organs filling her and grinding out their message of need against the tender linings of her body cavities. She purred and rocked between them.
"DON'T STOP," she cooed. "DON'T STOP."
Air hissed between her pursed lips as her breasts swung pendulously under her.
Frank was the first to discharge a thick load of viscous cum into her quivering body. His muscles tensed up and sprang his hips forward like an unleashed bow, his balls sailed with the snapping sound of a whip as they cracked into her buttocks as Rifter drew away behind her. He cursed as his muscles spasmed his body again and again into contortions of ecstatic release. Cum shot into her cunt in spurting loads of hot fluid, filling her insides until his burning venom dripped from between her lips in great gobs of milky cream.
Immediately, Sandy felt Rifter reach a climax, too, his load pouring into her ass in alternating spurts with Frank. Cum filled both her cavities to maximum and then drained like dripping tears from both her cunt and anus as the milky fluid pumped again and again into her body by their cum-bloated balls. As the sticky fluid seared her insides like boiling oil, Sandy exploded in an orgasm of her own. She screamed with the high-pitched wail of an injured wildcat, pleasure and pain wafting over her body in waves of bliss and punishment. Her heart hammered in her breast and spots danced in front of her eyes as her body arched itself backward. Her breathing came in grateful gasps as her climax drained her strength and left her exhausted on top of Frank's perspiring black body.
After what seemed like an eternity, Sandy felt Rifter pull his penis from her anus. She stayed on top of Frank for a while longer, too exhausted to even turn her head to see what Rifter was doing. Finally Frank pushed her off of him, pressing his palms against her shoulders and heaving her to his right. He sat up and looked down at her.
"Man, you're okay," he said. "I don't mind telling you, I haven't had a better piece in a long time."
Rifter responded from the other side of the room. He had dressed already and now cocked his head to one side as he held a light to a cigarette. "If you think she's any good, you're in for one hell of a treat when you make it with her girlfriend."
Frank turned away from Rifter and looked at Sandy. "Is your girl friend better than you are?" His eyes turned piercing.
"No one is better than I am," Sandy responded.
Frank relaxed. "I'd have to go along with that right now. You're really something else." He stood up and walked to the dresser and grabbed the bottle of Scotch. He poured a couple of fingers into his glass, holding up an eyebrow at first Sandy and then Rifter. They both shook their heads and he placed the bottle back on the dresser and turned back to them, the drink in his right hand. "Well, where's the girlfriend?" His teeth smiled whitely at them.
"You don't think you can handle her now, do you?" Rifter chuckled.
"Now or later or anytime in between." Frank clapped his hands together drunkenly. He laughed. "Yes, sir, I think now would be a good time."
Rifter looked questioningly at Sandy who shook her head and then said, "Brenda's not here now, but she said she wanted to 'get together' with you any time that is convenient with you." She stood up and walked across the room to him, flaunting her nakedness, and pressed her hips against him. "You understand that she wants you to rape her?"
Frank smiled. "It will be my pleasure." He tossed his drink down in one gulp. "Rape is definitely my specialty."
Sandy stared at his black naked body. He looked so much like a huge football player. If he wasn't awesome enough to scare Brenda back to her hometown. No one could. "Just remember," she said. "Brenda likes it to seem real. She wants to fight you and scream at you to stop. She doesn't like to talk about it first nor does she like it if you start asking her a lot of questions like if it is okay if you do this or that. She wants you to force her to do what you want to do."
Frank poured himself another drink and tossed it down, too. "Don't worry. You can tell her for me that I'll have a lot of little things for her to do. She'll know she's been raped."
Sandy smiled. "I'll let you know when." She glanced at Rifter and then looked back at Frank. "I'll have Brenda come up to Charles Stern's suite. She'll ask for Charles. That will be her signal that she's ready for you to rape her." Sandy crossed her legs and hugged her knees to her breasts. Any questions?"
"Yeah. When is she going to come up? Man, I'm ready now."
Sandy felt the same impatience. "I'll let you know when." She stood up. "All I can say now is that it will be soon."