Chapter 9
Disco music blared from a portable radio sitting atop the cement-chipped stoop of Cederick's family's apartment. The night was sticky, the air heavy with the pollen smells of autumn and dying flowers. Something deep inside him was withering, too. Ruefully, he yanked a Kool cigarette from the crinkly pack rolled in his sleeve and stuck it between pouting lips. A long, thoughtful drag and he braced his chin in an upturned palm, elbow resting on his knee.
Growing up was more than getting tired of old friends, he ruminated on this calm, humid night. Indoors he heard the heated discontent of husband and wife soon to come to blows.
Arguing, hatred, frustration... he realized in a burst of understanding, wasn't limited to racial hatred. It happened in the home, it happened between lovers, and it happened between friends. His thoughts fled to Rose, the sex pot of Washington High. Making threats against Miss Osgood, too, out of blind jealousy. How immature could one be?
"Ah shit... " he grumbled. The cigarette was flicked into the littered gutter, searing a black cat hunched with twitching nose to the street grate. She screeched and leapt into the night. He felt gut wrenching guilt about the sexual attack of Miss Osgood. The woman hadn't deserved it; in fact, if he dared examine his motive, he was forced to admit the attack was the last ditch effort to test his masculinity, to test its power and influence. In the end, he learned force didn't change anything for the better. Miss Osgood refused to be scared off. Hell, she didn't even report it to the Sup!
A bulge in his Levis tore his attention from the mental to the physical. Twitters of titillation added to self-contempt. That afternoon when he'd jumped atop the yellow Toyota's hood and demanded the shivering white woman strip he was fully prepared to smash the windshield with the baseball bat. Hell, he thought sickened, he could have killed her, an innocent bystander. None of these killings were her fault. Just because she had white skin and came from the north, didn't make her a racist. The thrusting innocence in her features, a quality rare in this part of Atlanta, had held him back and pressured to take action in front of his vigilante friends, he'd succumbed to humiliating her my masturbating on the windshield... to prove his manhood. Still, he couldn't fight down a tingling in his groin at the thought of staring at her milky white breasts, so firm and wide set, and splashing his cum over her face, protected only by a sheet of glass.
A voice cut his meditative thoughts, making him suddenly aware of the raucous family fight screaming from his parents' apartment. He shrugged it off. What was new about that?
"Cederick, hello... "
'Hmmmm?" His head shot up. Rose's ebony frame was silhouetted against the dark night.
Smug and secretive as ever, she stood with fingers draped in Levi pockets, swaying smugly as if tempting him to shake the truth out of her. Her arrogance irritated him sometimes ƒ_" like now. For the first time all week he had a chance to sit down and get things straight with himself and the world. All the discussion on Gandhi and Martin Luther King and passivity set his mind on a new trail... and now Rose had to jump in his path.
Uninvited, she made herself comfortable on the cement stoop beside him and rubbed her shoulder into his arm, a gesture like that of a female cat in heat stroking against a black torn cat. She shivered her shoulder haughtily. "You ain' been showin' up for the vigilante meetin's, Cederick. What's the matter," she chimed tauntingly, "Miss Big Tits preachin' gettin' to ya?"
Cederick's bushy head shot around and he leveled a withering gaze into her sparkling eyes. "Lay off the teacher, will ya? She ain' done nothin' wrong!"
Taken aback, her eyes slitted. "Don' you talk to me like that, Cederick!" She squared her shoulders vengefully. "You dropped me, and don' you be forgettin' that!"
He read the sly squint in her eyes as threatening, noted the sneering grin on her tight mouth, taut with vengeance for anything that dared challenge her desires. "Listen," he turned to her. "You try any shit with Miss Osgood and you'll... "
"I'll what?" she sneered.
Upper lip curdling, his white teeth showing between thick, black lips, he straightened up.
"You just better not... " His sinewy arm shot up.
Rose cowered, protecting her face with her arms. "Nothin you ain' already done. Your buddies Sammie and Stokley be braggin' 'bout fuckin' Miss Osgood... and I ain' gonna let no white bitch take my man!"
"Your man?" he spat, jumping to his feet. "I ain' no possession ƒ_" nobody owns me!"
"Cederick, you come back here!" His long muscular legs scissored off into the night, leaving the fourteen year-old to cry into her hands, the portable radio blaring a disco tune to keep her company. At the end of the block, Cederick turned and shot a curious glance over his shoulder. She's just a black ghetto whore... he realized for the first time. Ain' never gonna do nothin' but sit on stoops and bitch at her old man. That ain' for me...
Stokley hoisted his lanky body up the fragile magnolia tree, his nose twitching, eyes burning from the rich pollen flicking from the dried flowers. Hand over hand crawled, limb by limb, twigs crackling under his weight. Straining toward the balcony, his ebony fingers wrapped around the wrought iron grill and grunting with the effort, managed to swing himself around so that his right foot hooked between the grates. He cursed cigarettes and alcohol indulgences as he sweated out the last maneuver. One lanky leg swung over the balcony and panting for breath, he pressed his thievish body against the wall, the whites of his eyes shining in the night surveying the apartment grounds for suspicious movements.
A window opened onto the balcony. He prayed he'd found the teacher's apartment this time. Half an hour prior, he'd scrambled up a scraggly vine only to discover he was peering into a child's bedroom. Pressing his ear to the window, a cool grin broke out over his black face. When his eyes had adjusted to the dark, he pressed his nose to the window and squinted to accommodate for the lack of light within. Through the diaphanous curtains, his thievish eyes focused on the naked white half moons of Miss Osgood's swaying ass cheeks. "Shit... " he groaned, where the hell's Sammie? A dark shadow, sharp in contrast to Miss Osgood's white flesh, moved. Hell... she's sucking him off!
Concentrating then, he searched for signs of blood on the coverlet, ears honed for grunts of pain. Groans and moans of animal pleasure filtered through the wall.
Stokley stared again. Her thighs were spread so wide apart he could see the ragged lips of her cunt, all pink and moist and pouting like a lost kid! His breath caught in his chest.
Miss Osgood was giving his buddy one hell of a blow job he noted enviously, staring past one of her melonous breasts dangling from her slender ribcage.
Rape? What kind of rape was this? Stokley scratched his head in wonderment. His breath left his body in a hissing gush as his hand shot down to his groin to stroke the hard swell of his cock. He closed his eyes for a delicious moment, savoring the feel of Miss Osgood's mouth slipping up and down his fevered prick, licking her tongue into the tiny slit, lapping at his juices.
Behind his zipper his cock lurched with salacious joy at the sight of her little brown anus winking back at him. Deep within the crevice of her ass cheeks, it puckered and unpuckered with the movements of her tongue. Stokley couldn't take much more. Like Sammie his motive had been a piece of little Rose's hot ass... but Rose was cold hamburger compared to the juicy barbecue of Miss Osgood's mature creaminess!
No evidence of a fight was to be seen anywhere. The room was in fresh order. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised to find Miss Osgood's stripped off clothes folded neatly on a chair.
Stealthily he pulled from his back pocket a stolen credit card and, slipping it under the latch, gave the metal a quick jab and the door unlocked. Slowly he slid it back, the sound of metal against metal making him wince. The room was cool and orderly, illuminated by a crackling television set and dim kitchen light. His head spun around to the room off the living room where slurping sounds and lewd grunts and groans pricked the air. Kicking off his Adidas shoes, he tip-toed to the door and with jabbing jerks, took a quick survey of the lust happening within.
Miss Osgood's ass was as pretty as her face, he decided, squinting at her full moons moving with the movements of her bobbing head slaving over Sammie's fourteen year-old penis. Groveling on the bed, mouthing guttural words Stokley could not understand, Sammie squinted past his teacher, glassy eyes and up over the mountains of her moving ass cheeks to fasten on the slack jawed face of his comrade vigilante.
Hovering in the living room shadows, Stokley ran his thick tongue over the succulence of his lips. She started to twist her head around, but Sammie stuck his fingers in her ears and dragged her bobbing head back down on his cock, while keeping one wary eye on Stokley. Dipping down to one knee, he stared at his buddie's lust drawn face between the spread thighs of Miss Osgood's genitals! Man, what a view! He wished he had a camera to put that photograph on the front page of the Washington High Sentinel! Her body bobbed and swayed and he could see her sucking lips slip up and down the dark shadow of Sammie's cock.
Inside his pants, Stokley's penis jumped in envy. It throbbed and jerked in impatience.
Slowly, licking his lips, Stokley pushed it down with the heel of his hand, like a pet owner training its dog. His forehead was sheened with sweat and his armpits were soaked. To stand here and watch those naked ass cheeks waving like a carrot before the horse was too much. If he strained his eyes, he could see the pussy juices dripping from the soft curls of her lips. Man, he could almost see the blood swell her vagina, taste the juices, savor the hole of her anus opening and closing like a tiny mouth.
Nervousness set in. His dark eyes raked over the apartment. Shriveling he felt like an intruder. What the hell did he know about Miss Osgood, anyway? She might be a real kook! Her boyfriend might be hiding in the closet ready to castrate both of them. And there lay Sammie cooing like a baby at the breast. Stokley wrang his hands, fought down the trip hammer of his heart. A bite of Rose's black ass sure wasn't worth it ƒ_" but the jab of his stiff cock into Miss Osgood's juicy pussy might be! With lust incensed eyes, he gaped at her slaving lips working, sucking, nibbling at Sammie's prick.
Stokley jerked his head to get Sammie's attention. Creeping like a jungle beast, hand over hand on the carpet, he neared the bed. One hand yanked at his pants zipper, the other pulled them down over his hips to his knees. Silently standing up he peeled them over his ankles and kicked them free.
Between his teacher's dangling breasts, Sammie eyed the throbbing hulk of Stokley's black penis cleaving the air. Now he stood naked from the waist down a hand grab away from her swaying half moon. Relieved that his buddy was here as reinforcement, Sammie groaned through parted lips from the satiny feel of her silken lips wrapping around his penis. The thin tensile rim of her lips clung to his purple veined cock shaft as if she had claimed it for life!
With hip grinding movements, he fucked up into her warmly sucking mouth and gaped at her lust contorted angelic face, suddenly scrunched up like the devil himself. She caressed and squeezed his balls in the warm palms of her hands, and from the corner of her rosebud lips, he could see silky threads of his pre-cum as she groveled in masochistic joy.
To keep her concentration on his prick, Sammie thrust his buttocks up in wild contortions, fucking deep into her working throat until his pubic hair brushed against her sniffling nose.
Desperate gagging sounds tore from her throat, muffled around the black girth stuffed between her lips. The heat of amassed cum scalding his testicles made him suck in his breath. Still she sucked, refusing to slow, refusing to give up a single black inch of him! The tangy penis spicy to the tastebuds was Carrie's lone concern. It jerked and throbbed until she feared she might gobble it up. Between her silken thighs, she felt her clitoris throb in need and knew it would take a few rubs to send her soaring toward orgasm. The pounding meat in her mouth was hot and hard, making the breath snorting from her nostrils steam. Oh, to cum just when he shot his hot seed into her mouth. Lord, how she needed it! Black cock was her dope, her fix!
Abruptly Carrie's wide blue eyes sprang open as if on springs! The warm, rubbery feel of something drubbing at the ragged lips of her cunt sent her head flying around. "Ouchhhh!"
she yelped. Sammie caught her by the hair, yanking her head down on his throbbing length. Violently, he fucked into her mouth, deeper, harder, filling her mouth until the corner of her lips felt they would tear like so much tissue paper.
"Jus' me, Stokley, Miz Osgood... " he snickered. "Be a good girl an' keep that ass swayin' in the breeze, and ol' Stokley'll make ya feel real good!" he promised thickly.
Gripped by fear of a second assailant, Carrie struggled once more to pull her face free from his loins. But he held her tight, and from behind stronger, urgent hands gripped at her hips, muttering threats.
Dear God, this couldn't happen twice! Fantasy burst like a bubble and as reality swept through her shivering body she grasped their intent. The knife, the intrusion into her private apartment. Now that they knew where she lived, what would stop them from their heinous crime! These clever black boys had discovered her mania ƒ_" and held her captive to her own fixation!
"Don' try to fight, Miss Osgood." Eyeing a silver emery board sitting on the nightstand next to her alarm clock, he snatched it up and held the cold metal tip to her buttocks. "Feel that? One grunt outta you and you're ass is gonna be bleeding ƒ_" with my initials!" He carved an S with the tip and grinned as she sucked in her breath and fought against Sammie's tight hand hold. "I jus' gonna fuck ya from behind, like the bitch dog you is... "
"Nooooo... mmmffff..." she wailed around the hard penis ramming back down her throat as tears filled her eyes and wetted her cheeks to drip into Sammie's kinky pubic hair. To be forced again was beyond decency, beyond humiliation. Yet what choice had she?
He spread her ass cheeks like a hot buttered roll with the strength of his knees. The heavy length of his swollen cock made her shudder as it rubbed up between her inner thighs, leaving a warm film of pre-cum to wet her pussy lips. She strained her neck, fighting against Sammie's hold to gaze back between her own legs and catch a glimpse of his purple veined cock.
Huge... pounding, menacing! Its black, shiny nakedness was shoved half way between her pussy lips and an icy chill of fear rippled through her body. The girth of him would ruin her forever! Some deep corner of her heart revealed a dark secret: It was Cederick she craved.
Stokley licked his lips. Jesus, but she had a nice cunt. Sweet smelling too, if his flaring nostrils didn't lie. The lips were pretty, like a blossoming rose with honey blonde fleece lining the crevice. Christ, she was slaving over Sammie's cock like she was trying to gobble it down to the roots.
He reared back ƒ_" and shoved! Drawing his hips upward, he dragged his thick black cock up the length of her steaming crevice and pointed it at the puckered anus so lusciously open there between her rounded ass cheeks. The idea of fucking his teacher in the ass was even too liberated for his vigilante ideals! She would turn him over to the cops and let the KKK have their fun! No chicken feathers around this ones neck! he decided, lowering his goals in favor of a dog fashion fuck. Yeah... her tight, pretty little pussy deserved his hard cock!
Inching his knees backward, he dropped down to press his lanky weight on his arms until he hovered behind her like a dog. His nose tickled from the soapy clean scent of her. Like a dog he sniffed at her genitals and knew she was in heat! Leaning forward, his wet tongue licked up through the cum-dampened pussy hair to her cuntal hole, across the ragged flesh to the tiny wrinkled button of her anus. Lapping like a dog, trying to slick into that spongy hole, he gave up the fight. She was too tight. He played there contentedly, licking up and down and around the wrinkled flesh as he felt her wiggle and wave her naked buttocks more wildly in response to the maddening sensation ricocheting through her body.
Black cock stuffing her mouth, black cock stuffing her pussy! Dimly, she wondered how he had broken into her apartment. Concentration fell on her mouth then. Her jaws felt as if she'd developed a case of lock jaw. Her tongue was sore, the corners of her mouth stretched like a rubber band to its bursting point. Shame, red hot and blistering, flamed within her body, but not hotter than the deep need to be subjugated and hurt. The idea of being fucked by black boys, sucking one while the other fucked her from behind, was hellishly unforgivable. As unforgivable as wanting her father to press her to his body and stroke her, giving her the affection her mother never had.
Just as Carrie was relaxing with the feel of his tongue drubbing at the lips of her anus, the soft, sucking pressure abated. In mid-suck, she paused, shuddering as she heard him shift on the bed behind her.
"Nnnnggghhhh!" His tongue lifted and his thick cock pressed against the sensitive split of her vagina. The bloated length of his pounding male flesh followed the struggling motions as she whined and whimpered, trying to escape impalement. Twisting to the side, she struggled to pull away from Sammie's grasp. In answer, he grunted, wrapping his fingers more tightly in her damp blonde hair.
Her wide blue eyes flew open for a dim moment to watch the shadows on the wall in front of her. Like a child's shadow play, the dark silhouette of Stokley rising on his knees in dog fashion, sliding close in to tease her cringing cunt with the oozing head of his black cock, made her shudder with voyeuristic anticipation. Grunting, he shoved the black girth between her wetly splayed lips to give a few strokes to the burning bud of her clitoris.
Carrie moaned in baffled sobs of masochistic confusion.
Stokley was all smiles. Shit! This white bitch was on fire for him! Waggling her naked ass cheeks in his face, he stroked at her clitoris with the slimy tip of his cock, never budging an inch while Sammie rammed his cock down her throat.
Abruptly, Carrie's spine arched from a jolt of pain up her tightly stretched vagina and her thighs split wider apart from the pressure of his bony knees wedging her apart.
WHAM!
Stokley's cock rammed into her cuntal hole with a slurping thud and the weight of his muscular stomach slapped hard against her soft, naked buttocks. Carrie's mouth was shoved down, encircling Sammie's burgeoning cock like a rubber condom.
"Aaaaahhhhggghhh!" she gurgled, half choking on his penis. It hurt as it stabbed at her tonsils. She was held captive by two virile black fourteen year-old boys... one stabbing his dark cockhead into her tortured mouth and the other stroking at her vagina, battering her between them cruelly.
Withdrawing, Stokley thrust again, the hammering stroke taking her breath away as it shot electric energy from the depths of her contracting belly to her fevered libido. Grunting, he slammed into her, fucking her for real and creating a hunching rhythm that matched the smooth strokings of Sammie's mouth fucking in the front.
Carrie's cuntal hole felt as if someone were ramming a log into it! Searing, stretching, chafed, the raw nerve ends milked lubricants as he fucked harder into the snug hole, forcing her down onto Sammie's groin.
She gagged then as Sammie clutched brutally at her head to jerk her face up and down as if her head were on springs; he rammed his cock deeper into her throat, scraping her tonsils and ramming it down the tight passage of her esophagus.
"Suck me... ah... Miss Osgood!" he choked, as sweat beaded his forehead.
They buffeted and fucked her, savagely pulling and yanking at her tender, bruised flesh.
They called her whore, white cunt, bitch. The scene was steamy and carnal and sadistically perverse. The harder they fucked, the more she mewled. She screwed her naked ass cheeks back at Stokley and nibbled at Sammie's ebony cock with her pearly front teeth... tenderly, gently with the hot perversity of her soul.
Carrie's mind was frozen in time and space. Being fucked from both directions was heaven on earth. Then she froze as an unexpected flash of reality pierced her soul. Some time, some how, she would have to pay for this. Nobody got anything for nothing in this world ƒ_" let alone pleasure.
"Hey, what's matter, teach?" Stokley snarled and slapped her on the buttocks. "Your batteries be runnin' low!"
"Mmmmmfff... " Carrie, eyelids fluttering dreamily, closed her mind to retribution and pumping at Sammie's blood heavy cock shut out reality. Time for that later.