Chapter 10
Like a razor-sharp saber, the black man's ugly words cut through the drugged stupor surrounding Carla, and she leapt to her feet, backing away from the man . cautiously, intent only on making it to the closed door a dozen feet away.
"Oh, no you don't, bitch ... You ain't running out on us now. We've got a lot of fun coming yet! I didn't pay Stu Watson that hard-earned money to just sit back and watch!" His hand lashed out at her shoulder; she snapped away and his fingers snared the thin fabric of her blouse, ripping it down the middle as if it were newsprint. The garment fell away in two tattered halves, exposing the firm white softness of her breasts, resting in the sheer cups of her white lace brassierre.
"No, please ... you can't do this! I ... I...." Both his powerful arms suddenly snaked around her, and with one quick, deft move, he unhooked the three tiny hooks of her brassiere and yanked it away, throwing it halfway across the room in his frantic excitement. His eyes widened as he stared at the frightened young brunette's large, ripe breasts, two bulging pink-tipped mounds just waiting for his lips.
"Come here!" he growled and this time Carla knew there was no choice but to obey. Hilbert was watching her eagerly now, and he moved between her and the door, still stark naked, his arms folded across his huge muscular chest. Carla took one half-step backward, but it was enough to place her in the frenzied, sex-hungry Joe's powerful clutches. His fleshy lips locked on hers, his tongue darted in between her teeth, hotly exploring the moist dark recesses of her mouth. She tried to pull away, to break away from his grip, but Joe held her tightly with his hands clamped like vises on her forearms, pinching the muscles so painfully she thought she could feel the circulation slowing in her hands and wrists. His lips left her mouth then and traced a wet line along the curve of her upturned chin, nibbling passionately at the soft smooth flesh of her neck, then down along the heaving expanse of her chest. Her blood ran cold as his hungrily sucking and nibbling lips neared the pounding swell of her breasts. His tongue swirled around the hardening points of her nipples and his teeth nipped painfully at the swelling tips of her breasts.
The helplessly trapped young brunette knew that Sandy was watching, knew her best friend was somewhere there in the room, watching as she was dragged into the lowest, most shameful depths of humiliation and depravity. She was nothing more than a common street-walking whore now, just a plaything for these vicious men, theirs to fondle, to caress lustfully. Theirs to empty their seething load of sperm into, just a lust-receptacle for these men, nothing more!
Carla was only slightly aware of being maneuvered toward the empty bed in the corner of the room. Now that she was standing, the effects of the hashish she'd smoked seemed doubled the room seemed to be spinning wildly around her, whirling in a dizzying kaleidoscope heightened by the flickering neon lights from the window. Her thighs backed against the edge of the mattress, and with a rough push from Joe, the dazed young wife fell flat on her back across the bed, her mini-skirt bunching up around her waist. Her eyes had been closed, but she opened them wide with fear now as she lost her balance and tumbled across the mattress. Joe seemed to tower over her like a menacing black giant, his chest a solid ebony wall of muscle now that he had removed his shirt.
"Please don't ... please," Carla whimpered futilely. She herself knew her pleas would be unheeded; she could tell that nothing would stop this muscular black now. He leaned forward and nibbled the soft, tender flesh of her inner thighs, pinching the skin painfully in sharp, nipping bites, all along the smooth nakedness of her milk-white upper leg. He started just above her dimpled knee and worked his way up, stopping just short of the soft flimsy crotchband of her white nylon panties at the intersection of her softly quivering thighs. Carla tried to fight' it she wouldn't give this vicious black animal the satisfaction of seeing her respond to his lustful advances.
But she'd downed too much of the potent hemp to remain totally in control of her body; she began a low, quiet moan as he nibbled steadily in one spot, just inches from the almost unguarded furrow of her vagina. His hands slid easily over her smooth flat belly and fastened on the voluptuously jutting mounds of her breasts, squeezing the ripe little peaks with his open palms, pinching the tender flesh in ridges between his black fingers, which contrasted sharply with the ivory whiteness of her soft, tender skin.
Her mind was reeling! She'd prepared .herself for the worst ... for agonizing pain, for abject humiliation and sordid degradation ... but not this! His warm, sensuous seduction was something she had not anticipated! If only he weren't so gentle, so skilled in his passionate probings of her nearly naked body....
Without trying to, Carta's legs slowly parted, opening up the moist pink slit of her pussy, easily visible beneath the gauze-like material of her panties, to the black man's view. It looked like a long-sought treasure to him, a sparkling gleaming pearl concealed beneath the soft fluffy curls of her dark brown pussy-hair. He nibbled closer to the forbidden orifice, his nose brushing the fragrant tendrils teasing out from under the tight elastic leg bands of her panties as he neared his goal: the moistly throbbing crevice up between her snow-white thighs.
She jerked harshly as she felt another pair of hands touch her face and shoulders. Her eyes popped open ... it was Sandy! "Here, Carla, take another deep drag ... It'll make you think you're floating in space." She held a brightly glowing bowlful of the potent hashish in the pipe between her fingers and before Carla could answer, touched the narrow stem to her lips. Carla filled her lungs quickly with a slow powerful puff, then held it until her chest seemed about to explode. Sandy then disappeared again in the haze around the bed, but it didn't matter. Carla could feel the potent psychedelic rush straight to her brain; the flashing colors from outside suddenly intensified, burning brightly now like tinted floodlights shining into the smoky room.
Her hands had been by her side, but now they were moving of their own accord up to the flat plane of her belly, just above the gentle mound of her pelvis with its thin dark pubic triangle. She was pulling the crotchband of her panties aside and rubbing herself tenderly, caressingly, her body responding now fully to the black man's carnal probings up between her long slender legs. With both his hands, Joe brushed apart the soft curls of pubic hair guarding her exposed vagina, gently spreading the soft moist flanges of pink flesh. He leaned forward at the same moment, without warning and clamped his hungry lips on the pearl-like bud of her nakedly glistening clitoris. Her whole body suddenly arched up off the bed, shattered with a searing blast of animal desire that shot out of her loins as his lips made their first contact with her naked young pussy, his fingers at the same time ripping aside the soft flimsy crotchband of her panties.
"Oooohhh ... please ... ppplllleeeeeaaasseee...." But her cry was more of anguished helplessness than of pain or terror and she felt her panties as only a thin elastic band around her waist, her hips began a response of their own, grinding upward against his face as he chewed ravenously on her cunt-lips. She was trapped in a swirling, soaring surge of drug-heightened rapture and wanton delight.
Joe's tongue snaked lewdly up into the moist pink tunnel between her widespread legs, worming between the soft wet walls, then licking along the tender furrow of her pussy until his tongue again brushed electrically over the throbbing little bud of her clitoris. His hand was far up between the cleft of her buttocks, his fingers caressing the tightly puckered little ring of her anus, then climbing up to the damp slit of her vagina. Two of his big black fingers slid easily up into the warm shelter of her moist pink pussy-slit, pushing back the tight fleshy walls that clamped around them.
"Christ, she's got the tightest little pussy I've ever seen! Man, it's gonna' be something else pumping my meat in this hot little bitch...." He pulled his fingers momentarily from her constrictive cuntal passage and spread even wider the fluted pink lips of her pussy, burying his face tightly in the vulnerable furrow of her loins, his lips clenched firmly around the pulsing little nipple of her clitoris. His tongue licked hungrily at her traitorously acquiescing pussy-slit, lapping at her sweet young vaginal secretions and eagerly gulping them down, relishing the pungent feminine taste of her naked pussy against his lips.
She opened her mouth as if to cry out, but only a mournful hoarse moan escaped her lips, a soulful whine from deep in her throat. She was writhing phrenetically now quivering at his every agonizing touch, slamming the whole of her lust-heated crotch against the black man's face, grinding her pink fleshy pussy-lips hard against his full ebony lips.
Oh my God, what's happening to me? Have I turned into some kind of animal? Why can't I make this all go away? Oh God, why can't I stop myself ... why can't I stop myself! Her unbearably empty vagina was now aching with wild, insatiable passion ... aching for the one thing that would answer the torturing, lustful desires that were raging hotly in her naked belly ... aching for the hard soothing thrust of this black man's cock ... aching for his long throbbing rod of flesh to be buried deep in her burning cuntal passage. She had to have it, she had to have its rock-hard firmness rammed deep inside her there was no other way to quell this frenzied riot of savage passion raging out of control in her quivering belly.
Joe's two strong hands suddenly gripped her ankles as he pulled away from her, and with one twisting snap, he rolled her over on her belly. "Get up on your knees!" he commanded and Carla obeyed. She would have done anything now to curb this frenzied spasm of wanton desire rippling incessantly from her inflamed loins. The mattress was soft and it gave with her weight, but she gripped the headboard securely, bracing herself as she rose to her hands and knees, her naked white buttocks waving like a red flag before the rabid black man on his knees behind her.
On the other side of the room, Sandy had dropped into the chair by the door, her naked legs draped over the arm and Hilbert was preparing to fuck into her hungrily waiting cuntal orifice, holding his impatiently jerking cock with both hands as he guided it in toward the waiting white girl's glistening pussyhole. Neither of them could take their eyes off the obscene performance on the bed for an instant, but they had withstood the torturing flames of naked lust as long as they could stand it ... there was no holding back. The voluptuous young blonde cried out as the long, gleaming wet shaft eased up between the pink flanges of her pussy, stretching the tender lips as the blood-filled head quickly sank out of sight in her hungrily clasping vagina.
Fighting the intense pain, she gripped the arm of the chair and shoved her ravenous pussy back against the huge Negro's hard lunge; she gasped aloud as the thick black battering-ram sank far up into her wetly streaming cunt, pushing aside the soft moist cuntal walls like rippling waves as he burrowed deep into her open vaginal sheath. He paused, then sank the enormous fleshy rod to the hilt in her nakedly squirming belly, ramming into her so hard that tears filled her eyes from the painful agony. He'd waited too long already for this there was no time for slow, rhythmic thrusts. With all the strength of his powerful hips, he beganpistoning into the blonde like a stallion at stud, shoving every long, gleaming inch of his incredible weapon into Sandy's raging belly. By now, Joe had crawled up behind Carta and, with his hands, grabbed the soft resilient flesh of the nakedly quivering brunette's buttocks, turning her wetly glistening cunt back up at an even more acute angle. She felt one hand slip away from her buttocks for an instant, followed by a hurried zipping sound as the black man's cock pulled out into the air. It was now poised just an inch from her cowering pussy-lips and with one hand, he spread apart the soft pliable folds of her cunt and eased his aching cock up into the moist little opening.
Sandy, only partially recovered, had swung her long legs back around from their obscene fucking position, and was sitting enraptured on the edge of her chair. Hilbert was standing behind her, unconsciously resting his mammoth cock on the blonde girl's bare white shoulder. An insistent oozing of semen dripped down onto her naked flesh, trickling in a lurid stream down to the swell of her voluptuously upthrust breast.
Joe eased forward, his thickly distended cock slithering easily up into the naked brunette's tight young pussy, parting the soft dark pubic hairs with the shaft of his lust-engorged member. He could feel the warm, resilient folds of her pussy close tightly over the huge bulbous head of his cock as he held it there immobile, in her involuntarily clasping vagina, rocking it in and out, teasing her and intensifying the uncontrollably lustful desire in her writhing body.
My God what a tight pussy! He couldn't believe how good it felt as the strong wet walls gripped his aching prick like a clenched fist, pulling him deeper and deeper into her now hungrily sucking pussy-lips.
He kept his long powerful cock there for several minutes, nestled only an inch or two within the thrilling tightness of her vaginal passage, rocking it in and out, driving the naked white girl insane with his rhythmically insistent, but short, strokes. The warm, wet walls of her pussy had come alive! They were throbbing, pulsing, grabbing at this lewdly invading male-flesh desperately trying to pull its entire satisfying length into her ravenously hungry passage. The moist soft lips were reaching out as if to grab his penis and suck it madly up into her drug-tortured young cunt.
"Oh God, I can't stand it! I can't stand it! Fuck me, oh, please fuck me! Fuck me with your big black cock! Fuck me hard!" she suddenly groaned, her head spinning wildly from the combined effects of the hashish and his torturing probes of sensuous sexuality.
Suddenly nothing counted except having his pleasure-giving cock rammed inside her sexually starving cuntal passage, and with a quick vicious snap of his hips, Joe sank his long cock to the hilt in her steaming vagina, slamming his powerful loins forward until his heavily sperm-laden balls slapped lewdly in between her thighs. Carla cried out with pleasure, a long low moan of anguished relief, as the hulking black man began to thrust into her with a pounding savage rhythm, each instroke seemingly deeper and deeper in her fiery hot belly. Her whole body jerked and squirmed beneath him, a constant cry escaping her half-open lips, her face contorted with primitive, savage lust as wildly raging desires took over her body. Beads of perspiration ran down her naked thighs and mingled with the rivulets of sweat the black man was beginning to shed where their, legs ground desperately together.
"Oh yes! Harder! Harder!" she yelled. "Stick it in me hard and deep!" She was mindless of Sandy and Hilbert watching mesmerized at her sudden change, just a few feet away, both of them now standing closely by the wildly pumping figures of the muscular Negro and the naked young brunette on the bed. Joe grabbed the fleshy curve of Carla's pelvis and yanked her back toward his loins, causing her to cry out shrilly as she was deeply impaled on his long hard spear of flesh. He could feel the soft smooth walls of her pussy clenching and unclenching in time with his plundering thrusts, sucking tightly on the long black length of his cock. Carla's breasts were mashed against the bed, her buttocks waving wildly in the air behind her, her eyes and nostrils wide like those of a crazed animal.
Joe reached under her and lifted her bodily up off the mattress as she pushed back hard against him, bracing herself .still against the headboard, forcing every rock-hard millimeter of his ebony shaft deeper and deeper into her defenselessly upthrust womb. Sandy and Hilbert drew closer they were only a couple of feet away from the bed now, eyes wide with astonishment as they both watched the long wet shaft of the other black man's cock slither in and out of the naked brunette's tightly clenching pussy-lips, slipping out on the backstroke until only the bulbous tip remained encased in the hot moist sheath, then ramming home again, crashing hard into her belly as his sweat-matted pelvis ground tightly against the cleft of her nakedly squirming buttocks.
"Atta boy, Joe ... let her have it!" bellowed Hilbert, caught up in the lascivious perversity of the moment, fighting the painful hardness swelling anew in his loins as he stood naked by the bed. His powerful black arm was around Sandy's waist and she, too, seemed hypnotized by the other man's hardened cock rippling in and out of her best friend's hungry vagina.
"Fuck her good, Joe! Stick it all the way up in her hot little belly!" he cried. Carla was nearing her orgasm, and she wanted more, more! It was incredible ... she'd never experienced anything like this in all her life! She was dazed by the flashing colors that seemed to explode across her brain, by the high-voltage blasts of electric passion that shot through her body like blasts from a shotgun. Suddenly, this was the way she wanted it ... wicked and perverted, the filthier and more lurid the better! "Oh! Oh! OH! That's it! That's it! Oh yes ... yes ... YES!!"
Her shivering ass was wildly gyrating from side to side in uncontrollable savage . passion as he rammed her ass back harder and harder against his nearly bursting, lust-inflamed prick.
"Oh my God! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!!" Joe didn't slow his powerful fucking even for a second; instead, he rammed each long stroke to the hilt, straining his loins forward so that not even a millimeter of his cock was left outside the naked white girl's hungrily sucking cunt. Her body arched high, her asscheeks waving lewdly high in the air as she pushed up and back against her black lover, and she quivered all over as her orgasmic secretions flooded his cock and testicles, flowing wetly down out of her tight pussy-slit and down her thighs, soaking her pubic hair and oozing down her belly as his cum-swollen balls slapped hard against her tingling little clitoris.
Joe knew this was almost the end; he couldn't hold back the painful tide in his loins much longer. His fingers bit into the soft fleshy cheeks of her ass as he felt the pain intensify in his balls. His strokes grew more vicious, faster and faster ... deeper and deeper. "Oooh ... ooh ... ooh!" Carla punctuated his every thrust with a soulful cry, eagerly grinding her upturned cunt back against his hard-driving black loins. Then ... with a loud, relieved grunt, the naked black exploded inside the impaled hips of the white girl, filling her insides with his wild hot torrents of sperm, shooting it far, far up into her open and receptive womb. Again and again and again his long rubbery shaft emptied itself with spasmodic jerks up into her savagely sucking passage and then, after a seeming eternity ... with a pained grunt, his flaccid penis slipped from her tightly clenching cuntal grip and she fell forward on her face, still shivering and squirming from his ravished assault on her helplessly trapped pussy ... the only sound in the room was the gasping wheeze of the half naked girl as she fought to regain her breath.
Carla didn't know how long she had lain there, it seemed like hours, though it was only a hazy blue time of lights and colors, sounds and voices around her. She tried to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. Perhaps it was too late for that, she told herself. She would have liked to hide from the awful truth, but it kept hounding her, nagging her with the humiliating degradation of what she had done. She would have liked to pretend it had been awful a painful, unpleasant nightmare-a brutal, unfeeling attack that she couldn't have avoided ... But she knew that wasn't the truth at all she knew she'd let this man, this black stranger, drive her to do and say and feel things she would have never dreamed possible. She'd never known sex like that she'd never known her body to leap wildly out of control, to respond of its own apparent will.
She didn't know how she would ever face her husband Clark again; she was afraid of even turning her head now, of having to look this black man in the face, of having to see that knowing look in his eyes, of having to feel that laughing stare. She knew Sandy was there, too, and she knew there was no ultimate choice but to face them all, but for now, she wanted no more than to be left alone.
She jerked instinctively as she felt a strong man's hand suddenly grasp her buttocks. Oh, no, it can't be! He doesn't want more from me ... he couldn't! She turned her head to protest ... it was Hilbert, the other Negro! His eyes mirrored the lustful urge the huge man had no intention of suppressing. His teeth gleamed through his wicked, mocking grin. Grabbing both ankles, he spun her over onto her back and shoved her legs back tight against her shoulders, smashing her tender breasts beneath her obscenely upturned thighs. Her ravaged cunt, still moist and sensitive from its recent fucking, was opened to him like a dinner plate before a starving man.
"No, no ... please don't! Haven't you done enough to me, I can't stand any more, I can't!" But there was no stopping the immense black hulk now. Without any hesitation, he probed savagely at her helplessly upturned cunt, ramming her tender vaginal slit with the blunt head of his lust-engorged cock. He found the tiny opening between the pink puckered flanges of her pussy and slipped it in a couple of inches. But suddenly ... he pulled the swollen bulbous head from her already sperm-moistened vagina and lowered his aim, shoving her legs back hard so that she was nearly standing on her head, doubled in half from the brutal pressure of his arm against the back of her thighs.
A cold, frightening chill suddenly raced along her spine, the pressure of his hardened penis pressed against the tiny puckered mouth of her anus, relaying the horrible truth about what the huge black man was about to do to Carta's drug-numbed brain. It shattered into her head like a rifle blast. "Oh my God, no! NO! NO! PLEASE!" Her eyes were wide and white with fear, "Sandy!!! Somebody! Don't let him do it! Don't ... Don't ... AAAGGGGHHHH!!"
She tried to pull away, but it was too late. Like a pile-driver, the enormous man sank his thick swollen cock stiffly into the helpless girl's rectum, splitting apart the tight muscular bands and ramming deeply into her cringing ass-hole. She screamed again and again, but in vain. It felt as if she was being split in half as he drove mercilessly into the depths of her smooth rubbery nether opening. She could feel his mammoth hardness burrowing far up into her burning rectum, spreading the unprepared walls of her rectum wide apart as he plowed into her. Through tear-flooded eyes she saw the outline of another girl, her friend Sandy, naked as herself, and felt the girl shoving a lumpy pillow beneath her upturned ass, forcing her anal crevice even higher toward the black man's crudely humping pelvis.
Joe looked down at his young brunette victim with a sneering leer of triumph on his lips, beads of perspiration rolling down his dark cheeks. Carla's head twisted horribly with each painful jab, her teeth tightly clenched as her lips parted in a half-cry of soul-rending anguish. She tried to lift her arms, to fight back, anything to force this devastating assault on her anus to stop. But it was hopeless, her feeble blows only glanced off the giant Negro's muscular thighs. She was impaled helplessly beneath him, and he wasn't about to pull his huge rod out of her now; he was savoring every magic second of this wanton ravishment of this naked young beauty.
Carla tried to tighten the strong muscles of her rectum, hoping upon hope that she could force the painful intruder from her forbidden orifice, but her on-and-off clenching only seemed to add fuel to the savagely raging lust the big man was feeling; as the muscular walls of her anal passage squeezed tightly around the impaling length of his thick dark cock, he slammed into her with renewed excitement, burying himself deeper and deeper in the wretched brunette housewife's ravaged ass-hole: The taut bands of muscle around the normally tiny opening were stretched beyond endurance to accommodate the ravaging log-like pole of his cock, clasping like over-stretched elastic the hard thick shaft of his male flesh, tightly massaging every rigid inch of its fantastic length.
Her nostrils unconsciously flared at the salacious scent of their perspiring bodies grinding together in the hot, stuffy room, the sweat of her own body running freely with the musky wetness of this man; a whiff of pungent sharpness caught her attention the smell of her own vaginal secretions was mingling with the pungent male scent of the black man's wildly pistoning cock. This incredibly lurid scene ... the Overpowering numbness from the hashish ... the indescribable salaciousness of being ravished like this, being used and manhandled by a complete stranger, right before the eyes of her best friend and another man, these things all coupled together, slowly bringing on a change deep in Carta's abused young body.
Almost indiscernible at first; it was nearly impossible to feel anything except the constant intense pain. But something was happening to her, something was changing ... "She's starting to dig it now, Hilbert, boy! Let her have it good! Really throw it to her!" screamed Sandy, up on the bed on her knees now, her eyes glistening hypnotically just a foot from the painfully stretched nether ring of Carla's ravaged anal hole, her eyes wide and glazed as she puffed on the hash pipe and watched this fantastic performance right in front of her face.
Carla felt an involuntary movement beginning that was not of her own doing; her hips began to arch upward toward the giant black. The bruised and battered walls of her rectal passage began to contract involuntarily as the sheer perverted wickedness of what she was doing began to rattle through her insanely drugged mind. Her naked torso was coming to life, rolling and squirming from side to side, starting a slow deliberate rhythm as she slowly ground back up against his loins, impaled painfully with the whole long shaft of his black cock rammed up her quivering ass-hole. Slowly, undetectably at first, the pain of this brutal, vicious attack was gradually subsiding. And in its place ... unfamiliar waves of wanton pleasure began to fan out from her battered rectum, rippling up through her belly, coming to rest in the bulging peaks of her young voluptuous breasts, smashed beneath her upturned legs. Her toes curled tightly against the bottoms of her feet, opening and closing in perfect harmony with his long, slow thrusts that seemed to be so deep they were coming out her mouth. His cock slipped easily in and out of her tight, constrictive anal passage now, lubricated with the oozing seminal flow from the enormous, throbbing head of his savage rod of steel-hard flesh.
"Ooooohhh ... Aaawwww! Oh God! Oh God!" Her hands were on his mammoth black shoulders, her nails raking his tough flesh and leaving long wakes of red as she dug in viciously through his skin.
A whirling melange of thought pictures raced across the screen of her mind, jumbled and confusing images of familiar faces in slow-motion, like a movie running on the wrong speed, slowed by the stupefying powers of the hashish she had consumed. She thought of her husband Clark ... of what it would be like to be with him now, away from this frightening nightmare. Oh, how much she wanted him to come and save her from this horrible degradation.
But other thoughts, other feelings, other sensations, were bouncing around in her head, too. She recalled the many long empty nights when only a few moments of unbridled passion would have fulfilled the gnawing pain in her loins. Those nights, those countless nights when she'd cried herself quietly to sleep, clutching her belly to keep from screaming in anguish, plunging her fingers up between her legs to quench the insistent pain in her loins, the recurring, all consuming pain that Clark could have eliminated so easily ... but didn't.
Suddenly, something snapped deep inside her. The pain was gone, completely kicked aside by the growing savage animal passion that had stealthily slipped from her loins and taken control of her naked body.
"Oh God ... it's so good! It's so good!
Oh shit, fuck me! Fuck my ass so hard!" A long deep moan growled from her lips, her body arched hard against his pelvis, his long thick cock rammed deep inside her ass-hole. She screamed again, wordless, gasping cries as a torrent of her own juices flooded from her ravenously hungry pussy and drained down the narrow furrow of her buttocks, streaming a white warm wave over the huge black shaft imbedded deep in her rectum. Spurred on by the sight of her orgasm, the Negro pumped into her anew, spreading the ass-cheeks of her nakedly unprotected buttocks with his fingers to allow his giant penis even deeper entry to her forbidden, tightly-clasping rectum. He pulled the immense shaft all the way out, leaving just the distended pulsing tip to keep the tiny hole open, then rammed straight down, sinking deeper and deeper until his kinky-haired pelvis smashed against her nakedly upturned ass. He could feel her struggling to open her legs wider, to suck his lust-maddened cudgel deeper into her belly, to swallow him up in the immense, raging inferno of her loins.
Carla was now aware of nothing around her; the room could have been filled with all her friends, all her relatives, and it wouldn't have mattered now. Suddenly she was lost in the animal raptures of pure, undiluted savage passion, simple-and primitive. She imagined herself a helpless love-captive of this towering African above her, his to own and ravish, his to do anything with that he desired. Every muscle, every nerve in her trembling body was attuned to his rhythmic, plundering thrusts that seemed deeper and deeper with every powerful lunge. She had become just an extension of his strong black loins, just another instrument of the burning savage lust now about to explode from his sperm-swollen balls. He reached between the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks and the cushioning pillow, lifting her even higher, tilting her up painfully so that his rapid, potent thrusts were driving straight down into her helplessly upturned asshole.
She was insane with salacious desires! She had no control at all over her body ... it was responding on its own, humping and writhing as the Negro bored mercilessly down into the tight hairless opening of her rectum.
And then it began to spurt ... the heated lava-like flow shooting like liquid fire deep up into her nakedly spasming rectum, blasting up into her belly, ripping through her hungry, receptive body in never-ending spurts of flame. Over and over again, the boiling white flow erupted from the throbbing blood-swollen head of the huge black shaft, filling the cavernous hollow of her insides and draining over the tightly-sucking muscular ring of her anus, streaming in a warm flood down both sides of her deeply creviced ass-cheeks, trickling in twin streams down her back and down over the hungrily twitching lips of her vagina, soothing the lust-inflamed passage with an oozing viscous balm.
When every precious drop had been milked from his thickly pumping penis, when every hot spurt had been sucked deep down into her quivering belly where it mingled luridly with the sperm of the other man, he gave one gasping lunge, and pulled his now soft, pliable cock from her still tightly clenching anal grip, collapsing exhausted on the bed beside her.
She knew she should feel worse than ever before in her life ... that she should be crying pitifully from this horrible, filthy act of perversion she'd been forced to endure ... that she should feel abused and humiliated, lying prostrate at this bottom-most pit of wanton depravity. But she didn't....
She felt nothing except the fullness of her sperm-laden belly, the warm glow of satisfaction that had eluded her all these years. She couldn't help it; she'd have been lying to pretend otherwise.
She glanced through the slits of her blood-veined eyes, and caught a glimpse of Sandy, laughing and giggling like a teen-ager, pulling the other Negro down onto her squirming, tempting nakedness, her tiny fingers gripped around the hardening shaft of his long black cock. She closed her eyes and drifted away ... drifted as if in space, floating languidly through the hazy shadows of the long night.