Chapter 10
Phil Carmichael rubbed his belly stuffed with his mother's famous beef stroganoff, dripping with sour cream and dotted with buttery mushrooms. Mrs. Carmichael plucked her son's plate from the table to refill it.
"No... gotta go. Got a date with Carrie tonight," he said unceremoniously shoving back his chair and heading for the door.
"Manners! Crass you are for a Southern boy!" she yelped after him. "Two months in town and you haven't introduced me to the girl once!"
The door slammed shut after him. "Sorry, Ma... thanks for the meal."
Contentedly, Phil slouched behind the car wheel and turned on the radio. Atlanta news announced the turn of the hour. "Police report prowlers in the area of the Elm Street housing project. We encourage all parents to keep their children indoors. Whether these suspected prowlers have any connection to the murders, has not been ascertained. Again, it is speculation, but we encourage... "
Complacency burst like a soap bubble. "Elm Street housing... "
The night was suspiciously sticky and cloying, as if the humidity itself were trying to choke him. The give compartment clicked open and rummaging under city maps and empty cigarette packs, Phil felt for the cool metal of his handgun. In the belt of his pants, the cool steel budged at his hip with every step up the flight leading to Carrie's apartment.
In the hallway, the soft conversation of television emanated from under Carrie's door, as well as a sliver of light. He breathed easier then. Stealthily, he pulled the gun from his belt and squinted down the hallway, his finger itching to come face to face with any bastard who dared snake around his wife's-to-be territory! Cautiously he put his ear to the door to hear two sets of voices. The strident orchestration of the Tempest sounded strangely out of tune with the low moans and groans seeping through the hardwood door.
Phil felt dizzy, hot and cold at once. Something was amiss. Now the soft mewls of a woman stung his ears. His hand twisted the door knob and to his shock, it turned. Slowly he pulled the door open and tip-toed inside. His eyes fled to the television set, the stack of books and discarded manicure set. She was home ƒ_" but with whom? The idea of any man touching his woman made the blood sing in his ears. Two steps from the living room brought him into full view of the bedroom.
Abruptly his forehead smoothed in white hot anger and breath snorted from his lungs, hissing through pursed lips. His eyes crossed and bulged as he glowered at the black and white entanglement of entwined arms and legs.
Dumbfounded, he gawked at the glistening nakedness, of twisted arms and legs and heavy breasts and swaying buttocks... he squinted in disbelief, utter incredulity. Carrie, his Carrie, was...
Christ, it couldn't be!
Saliva choked in his throat as his eyes followed the black outline of a young black boy hammering into his beloved's vagina from the back while another slammed his ƒ_" oh, God help me! ƒ_" black penis into her mouth from the front!
Rape? Was this Rape? Her muffled screams of joy mingled with the panting snorts heaving from his chest.
"Mmmmfff..." she cooed around the sausage stuffing her pink mouth.
Kill her or kill himself ƒ_" that was the question? His eyes popped open as he stared silently at the naked, gyrating female. Fucking and sucking two black boys ƒ_" and loving it!
He couldn't think, he couldn't feel. He could only react. Rage roared so hot he could taste it in his mouth, feel it dampen his armpits and bloat his groin. She had deceived him, and now she was ignoring him! Christ almighty! She could at least defend herself and stop sucking that damned black prick.' Blood pounded like a sledgehammer in his temples and shot through his anger-shuddering body, gushing to his penis to make it throb unbearably. Frozen, hand gripping the gun, mindless to anything but the rhythm of the two boys (no doubt her students, the cunt!) fucking into her. So busy were they, enslaving her, making his wife-to-be their white slave, they didn't hear him.
Transfixed, he watched the long black cock cleave into the pink pussy lips clinging wetly to the boy's penis, trying to gobble it up inside her cheating cunt! Squinting against the dim light from behind him, he saw a second ebony cock slipping into her mouth while her hand tenderly cuddled his walnut-sized testicles.
No... it couldn't be his Carrie! His immediate response was to kill. Two pulls of the trigger and they would be lying in their own black blood. Murder? Was it worth it? His mind was loosening now, beginning to work to his credit. Hell, he refused to spend the rest of his life in prison because of one cheating cunt! His knuckles turned white from the tight grip... yet he didn't pull the trigger. Better to make them suffer.
Feeling his own lust mount, he watched his fiancee moaning and muttering around the black kid's meaty prick, slobbering and cooing and making a fool of herself... and what for?
Remembrances of her Victorian attitudes, her nagging about his drinking, her claims of rape when oh, God, how she'd wanted to be screwed! Alongside that image flickered the more damning one of watching her nipples turn hard and goosebump flesh as she stripped for the ghetto vigilantes and watched, mouth watering, as one of the dirty cocksuckers spewed his filthy cum down the windshield. She had denied, and how sharply, her humiliation and disgust, but in truth? He had only to watch her grovel in the sack to know the truth. This time he was right. That hurt.
His bulged eyes focused on the grinding ass cheeks of his fiancee's as they ground back to screw onto the boy's hard cock behind her. Tormented, infuriated beyond reason, he watched as she matched their rhythm from front and behind ƒ_" fucking and sucking, back and forth, in and out. Thrust for thrust she met them head-on, her creamy whiteness shadowed by their darkness. Bile rose in his throat, but he fought it down.
Cheating bitch! Black cock loving bitch! He remembered now the muffled comment about black cock when he'd been screwing his penis into her damned mouth. Well, this woman could have all the black cock she wanted, but on his terms! Snickering with bitterness, he felt his cock lurch in the crotch of his pants, leaping and bloating in revenge. Punishment would be hers alright. Anger and resentment fired in his mind. The wet slapping sounds and lewd slurpings of lovemaking percolated rage within his muscular frame. His eyes refused to focus them. After he had taken her by force and coupled his emotional punishment with having her watch him make love to another woman, he had learned that force was the not way to a woman's heart. Oh, she must have laughed at him, thought him a fool! She was proving that now! No woman was going to laugh at Phil Carmichael! NOT OVER HER DEAD BODY!
"JUST KEEP FUCKING, YOU BITCH!" He snarled, extending his arm and pointing his gun at the threesome groveling on the bed.
A horror-struck black boy's face swung around, jaw hanging slack. Stokley swallowed dryly, his dark eyes staring at the hole of the barrel. "Phil... " muttered Carrie, dumbstruck and dropping her tortured lips from Sammie's cock.
She blinked, reality returning in blazing mists of fear.
"Oh, shit____" groaned Sammie. "It's the Atlanta murderer... "
, "That's not him!"
whispered Carrie, her hand pumping at his cock as if hanging onto a life raft. "That's...
that's my boyfriend!" She squeezed shut her eyes in horror, feeling Stokley's cock still rammed tightly into her vagina, grinding his groin into the smooth crevice of her buttocks, his kinky curls scraping her rectal button. Wailing, she tried to wiggle free of her captors who held her tight between them.
"You shoot us," reasoned Sammie trembling with fear, "... and you gonna shoot her, too!"
He grabbed Carrie in his tight muscled arms. "I ain' gonna die for no white bitch!"
"Neither am I," retorted Phil, his upper lip curled over his white teeth.
Holding the gun point blank at the fear struck threesome, still locked in the posture of lovemaking, Phil stripped off his shirt and kicked off his pants. Carrie shivered and shook like an autumn leaf parting from its twig at the sight of his white, throbbing penis poling out punishingly from his hairy groin. Carrie gulped dryly and bowed her head as if this were to be her last communion. Tears stung her eyes and shame shuddered through her humiliated flesh. Caught in her own vice, her own wickedness, she knew this was the end.
But of what? Of life? Would her own fiance kill her for making a mistake?
Phil glowered down at the shivering, self-pitying woman he had once loved. Hiding behind the black boy she cowered in his dark arms for safety. The one with his cock rammed in her cunt was frozen to the spot!
"Keep fuckin' black boys... just keep fuckin!" He pointed the barrel at Stokley's naked ass cheeks, pushing the cold steel between his fleshy buttocks and taunting his testicles heavy with sperm. "You... you!" He jerked his head at the slack jawed Sammie. "Keep your cock in her mouth! We might as well make it complete... fill up the cock hungry bitch!" Giving Stokley's balls one final flick, he snarled: "Move over... I'm taking her asshole!"
Carrie groaned, her hand pumping Sammie's cock as he repositioned , himself beneath her so that she could lower her head down to his steaming groin. From behind, Stokley was quick to comply. The cold feel of steel jabbing at his ass was reason enough to fuck this white, screwed up woman.
The bed sank as Phil lowered himself to his knees and knee walked up tight to Carrie; he yanked her legs cruelly apart until the puckered hole, moist from Stokley's virile cock, was a thrust away.
Carrie clenched shut her eyes and clenched shut her buttocks, too, but her inferior female strength and the fear of having her head blown to bits, made her efforts feeble. Gasping, flailing her blonde head from side to side, her honey hair brushing over Sammie's sensitive groin, she stiffened as Phil thrust his middle finger into the tight hole with merciless force.
His searing probe made Carrie squirm, while fear mounted in her body as he bored through the buttery, resisting flesh up to the second knobby knuckle.
"Annnngggghhhh... ooowwwwggghhh..." she shrieked around Sammie's penis.
The tight flesh drew in with his cruel stab, and his fingers shook with rage. She squirmed, panting with lust and fear as he brutally forced his finger in deeper, twisting it in tormenting circles. Chuckling vengefully, his free hand pumped at his blood engorged penis. A lewd sound stung the air as he withdrew his finger from the pathetically stretched anal ring and replaced it with a seeping, bulbous head of his lust inflamed cock. His thick shaft lay in the crevice of her naked buttocks, lubricated with tiny beads of her own secretions. With a cruel yank, he spread her buttocks wider still, opening the raw split of her genitals completely.
Drawing a deep, strengthening breath, he felt an evil thrill shudder through him from the thought of watching her suck on a black boy's cock while he punished her by shoving his cock into her tender ass. His aim was straight and sure, making a beeline for the rubbery hole in the blonde fleeced crevice.
"NNNNNNGGGGHHH!" It was a scream heard round the city as the pounding cock burst like a bomb through the tightly clenched anal sphincter. A blast of atomic pain tore through her! Tears, self pity, nothing could console her agony. Struggling to shut it out of her mind, she concentrated on the silken feel of Sammie's cock slipping down her throat; but that was no consolation. The force of his cruelty was overwhelming the once heavenly feel of Stokley's penis grinding into her pussy.
Carrie ground into the mattress, humped back to twist her way free of his pillaging penis, but her grinding motions only incited her vengeful lover into hammering into her anus with brutal force. Grunting, he surged forward, sinking his blood heavy cock another five inches into her searing rectum.
"Pleeeeez... Nooooo!" she shrieked around Sammie's hot cock stabbing into her mouth.
But the force of Phil's cruel lunges only mashed her face tighter into Sammie's groin, at the same time sending her sprawling down on top of Stokley. Her breasts mashed down against Sammie's chest.
Watching the white teacher getting her fill was driving Stokley crazy! He rammed his throbbing black penis up into the steamy hole of her vagina while the white man on top of him squashed him nearly to death. No way was he going to let this white jerk out-do him!
Breath snorted from his nostrils as he felt himself closer to cumming!
Beneath him Carrie muffled a cry as Phil slammed into her anus until his cum bloated testicles slapped against her buttocks, slamming his balls punishingly into the taut black ones of Carrie's fourteen year-old lover. She cried and rocked from side to side from the excruciating agony of pain of body and soul. Captive of three men torturing her body to its limits. Every inch of her flesh was mauled and stroked by hot male flesh! Raping male flesh... virile male flesh!
But something was happening. The searing pain was lessening to a dull throb, a pleasant dull throb. The pain was turning to warm pleasure. Every inch of their virile cudgles scraping into her defenseless body fought for dominance Deep within her belly, Phil's white penis drubbing in battle against the thin membrane separating anus from vagina.
Black and white cocks fighting, struggling for dominance of her womanhood!
Deep within her female psyche, a sense of utter fulfillment rushed through her, bringing with it pleasure. Black and white filling her body in perfect rhythm and harmony. From the living room the strident orchestration of the Tempest playing on television rose above the naked grunts and groans. She closed her eyes as consciousness soared above the physical, entering a soulful platitude she had never known existed. Blissful and serene, she felt her body turn to rubber as they buffeted her, dominated her and tortured her.
Phil glared down at his lover's buttocks as they pillowed the meaty shaft of his ramming cock. He loved her and hated her at once. Black cock... let her have her black cock!
Carrie bucked up and around to give them all equal share of her flesh. From her slender ribcage, her breasts dangled, bobbing with the rhythm of their undulations. The pain in her tortured anus had numbed into a warm ache as he pounded into her from behind.
Scraping against each other, the three penises boxed against the thin membrane, punching inside her belly while the one from the front drilled deep into her throat as if trying to join the fight. The utter debasement, abuse of her flesh filled her with insane pleasure.
"Mmmmm... yes, yes... aaaahhhgg... " came her muffled cry around the seeping black cock gouging her tonsils. Her body and her mouth spoke the same language as she bucked and thrust her naked creaminess to accommodate their dueling penises. Suddenly the pleasure, the satisfaction of debasement came together in one lurching thrust that made her stiffen as if murdered from the jabbing penises stabbing her. A wild, star sprinkled orgasm overcame her.
"Aaannnggghhh!" came the cry from the depth of her soul.
The three men hammered into her, yanking at her body, bruising her with cruel fingers. All four screamed out a throaty groan in a primitive battle of the sexes and race! The female soprano, white and fulfilled, rose above the alto groans.
Carrie Osgood, the once virginal, shy woman, became a sex maddened nymphomaniac.
Insane from the fiery need within her body and soul, she arched her sweat sheened back and ground her buttocks against the two penises ramming into her genitals while she sucked with vacuuming pressure on Sammie's virility. Convulsing like an epileptic, she opened every pore of her body to the three raping men. Behind her, Phil hammered into her anus until he was sure he'd split her bowel open wide.
Christ, lean feel that black prick inside her cunt, he thought, mesmerized by his own power and ramming into her with an ass flattening lunge to fight back the younger man's banging into her cervix.
Stokley kept up his pace, sensing that the angered boyfriend would cum soon. Hell, white men ain 'got no stamina. He clawed at her swollen breasts while banging into her cervix with the slimy tip of his black penis. Sensing his balls ache and throb from pints of hot, creamy sperm, the pressure built... and built until he clenched his teeth around Carrie's left nipple, nearly biting it off. She responded with a deep throated groan of masochistic pleasure. That set him off. The sperm gushed from his young penis, splashing into her womb.
Between Phil and Sammie, Carrie tossed and twisted, knowing that Sammie had lost the dominance. She sucked ravenously on Sammie's penis until her lips were nub and bleeding at the corners. Her efforts were worth the price. With one wild yelp, Sammie plunged down her throat and splashed a load of salty semen into her gullet, and yet she sucked, gulping down the slimy strings while Phil threw back his head and with one final shove, spurt his vengeful load into the hot cringing hole of her anus. Orgasm after shattering orgasm shuddered through her body. Breath tore from her panting lungs, her breasts throbbed visibly, reddened from their mauling possession of her. Mouth, belly, vagina and anus filled with oozing male cum.
Blood singing in her ears, eyes blurring of vision, she felt nothing except the rushing torrents of white male nectar filling her, swelling her passages. Her body seemed to absorb it, swallow it up, draw it into her very being. The warm flood spilled from her puckered anus, oozed from her ravaged cunt and bathed her gullet. She felt a coolness then, as the three men pulled their deflated penises from her with wet low sucking sounds.
The mattress creaked as they lifted their weight off her leaving her alone, sobbing, goosebumped and empty.
"Wh-what you gonna do?" stammered Stokley, standing next to the ashen faced white man whose gun lay on the bed an easy hand grab away.
Phil took a moment to answer. "Don't worry... I an' stupid enough to shoot a nigger kid.
Get dressed and get the hell out of here."
He didn't have to say it twice. The boys left in a rush, leaving Phil Carmichael and his once lovely virginal wife-to-be embattled in the after stages of unreconcilable bitterness. A long, examining stare and Phil pulled on his clothes, his back hunched in disillusionment.
Steady fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt.
"I loved you once, and was willing to change my life for you. You were pure then. Men are fools sometimes. It takes a couple of hard knocks to set our heads straight... you knocked me for a loop, Carrie... oh, boy, did you. Go back to your black boys... the black cock you love so well. I want no part of you."