Chapter 9
She remembered taking her clothes off between the drinks. It seemed fun, and Jack helped her. While they both giggled like woozy children, he worked her bra off, feeling of her tits until the nipples were sticking out, pink and erect. He poured a little bourbon on them, then licked and nibbled the precious fluid up with his tongue while she laughed and ran her fingers through his hair.
He got her panties off in the same teasing way, fingering the hotness of her cunt, then cooling it off with a sprinkle of bourbon-which he again claimed for himself by sucking at it between the pouting lips of her slit.
He poured whiskey over the head of his stiff cock, letting it run down over his balls and into the crack of his ass. Then he lay back with his legs raised while she licked up every drop of it. She especially liked the way he groaned when she put the tip of her tongue into his anus. She tongued his asshole greedily as he rubbed the furred, yearning mound of her cunt with the palm of his hand.
He finally slung his hairy legs around her shoulders and pulled her down in a sultry hammerlock. Holding her taut between his legs, he played with her tits until she was choking with drunken laughter. To obtain her escape, she grabbed his balls with both her hands and began to massage them like globs of dough.
This brought a quick truce. Still laughing, they lay tangled sweatily together and finished off the bottle.
Her head was swinging like a bell-tongue.
She was unquestionably drunk-and he knew it.
"I got another bottle," he husked, "I'll git it."
She pulled at his bare shoulders as he moved to leave the bed. "Don't go, Jack. . . let's fuck . . . forget . . . bottle . . . damn it-"
He still pushed away from her roughly. "Don't fret, baby. You're gonna get that crack filled-you're gonna git it filled real good."
She watched as his naked buttocks moved away from the bed. She grinned, her head buzzing with the memory of how he had wiggled and groaned while she was licking his ass. She would do that again to him. And she would make him do it to her, even if- Her mind stopped thinking.
Her vision was blurred, but she saw that Jack had not gone to the bureau, but to the small, dark John at the end of the room. At first she thought he was going to urinate from where he was standing in front of the sagging door. Then she realized that he was making a gesture toward something beyond the door.
The black man came out of the John. Grinning.
Despite the electric, numbing shock that ran through Laura's body, she was able to shift up in bed on her arms, her swollen tits aswing. She stared at the largest man she had ever seen-and the blackest. His skin was the color of eggplant, and his swarthy, muscular body was naked except for a pair of dirty, tight shorts. A mixture of awe and fear circled her brain as her eyes fell on the monstrous bulge inside those shorts.
Both of the men came toward her.
"Jack-! she moaned.
The Negro male moved both his hands to the top of his shorts and pulled them slowly down. Laura stared blindly at the gigantic snout of black meat that flopped out from between his legs. It grew stiff at once, and stood out horizontally toward her.
Jack laughed softly and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The black stud stood grinning down at her, proud of the outrageous size and hardness of his swarthy cock.
"Suck him, Laura," Jack snickered. "Suck on his big, horny, coon-cock. You ain't lived 'til you've tasted dark meat!"
She tried to put the shattered fragments of her mind back together again. She tried to understand why Jack had hidden the Negro in the small John. She didn't want to remember that he must have been watching while she and Jack did all those things on the bed. She wanted to believe it was all some terribly humorless joke!
"No, Jack," she breathed, weakly. "No, I don't want to-"
"Hear that, buddy? She licks my white shithole, laps around on my balls, sucks my dong like it was sugar'n spice, then says she don't want to suck a nice black peter. Now ain't that just like a woman. Contrary. That's what she is, contrary."
His words wafted to her ears with stinging mockery. There was neither mercy nor compassion in his voice. It was as if he were talking about a stranger-an animal. And then the word came into her brain like a heavy fist.
Whore.
Laura Miller is a whore now!
She moved toward the edge of the bed, but it was too late.
Jack grabbed her wrists and forced her backward, twisting her arms until a ragged pain zigzagged through her neck.
She opened her mouth to scream, but his hand cupped her jaws like a vise. Her muffled noises only made him grin.
"Tear me a strip off that sheet," he snapped at the other man. "She's gotta be trussed up, I reckon!"
Laura struggled insanely against the iron grip which held her. But she might as well have been struggling against a whole platoon of supermen. Jack held her down while the Negro tore one of the dirty sheets into long strips. Her mouth was gagged with one of them, and while the Negro held her arms and legs tight, Jack methodically lashed her ankles and wrists to the iron bedstead.
She was tied spreadeagled-helpless prey to whatever their sadistic minds could devise.
Jack swaggered over to the bureau and produced another bottle of whiskey. He came back, tearing the lid off with pincering snaps of his fingers.
"Bought this stuff with the money she give me for fuckin' her," he chuckled hoarsely, glancing proudly at the black man. "Yeah, don't that beat a preacher shittin' on his pulpit! She paid me to dick her-and now here she is gettin' all hot and bothered because we want to give her a couple of hours of heavenly humpin' for free. You figger women, I can't."
The Negro had not yet spoken. All through the brutal exercise of tying her up, he had not made a sound. But the solid mace of his huge prick was still in evidence. Laura could hardly take her eyes off of it. She thought once-wildly-of Willy's country cock, and what Bev had said about it. So big and thick that fingers couldn't reach around it!
Worse, Laura now knew that she had made a tactical error. Instead of allowing herself to be tied up, gagged, rendered defenseless-she should have agreed to suck the Negro's prick. At least she would have been able to deal with it on her own terms!
She writhed and kicked at her bonds, making moaning noises against the wad of cloth which filled her mouth.
"She's gettin' impatient," Jack grinned. "She's wan tin' you to dick her with that big prod of yours, man. Don't disappoint the lady. Crawl on... lemme watch you fuck a white pussy!"
A wide, evil smile broke the ebony blankness of the Negro's face. He put one hand around the middle of his throbbing prick, and stroked upward several times until his tool was rigid as stone.
Jack chuckled obscenely.
"Second, man-I got me an idea. We oughta least let her see what's happening to that sassy puss of hers. Hold on."
Jack nimbly strode across the room and pulled the small, cracked mirror off the wall from behind the bureau. He brought it back to the bed, holding it in front of him like a banner. He angled it so that Laura could see the reflection of her own thighs. They were pulled apart so that the pink slit of her pussy was a yawning hole.
"Just like one of them stag movies," Jack grinned. "Okay, hoss-screw your mare. Make her purr for that big dong."
The Negro crawled onto the bed between Laura's legs. She struggled to get away, but he balanced himself on all fours over her thighs, locking her in place. Then he put his dark fingers together at the edges of her labia, and pulled her cunt slowly apart.
Through the mirror's reflection, Laura could see her pussy gaping open-hairy and wet. It looked like a toothless mouth, pink with gums.
The Negro lowered his head briefly toward her sex. His wide, African nostrils flared as he sniffed at the aroma of her pussy. He seemed to like what he smelled. His grin came back as he moved his large black nose even lower, closer, drinking in the pungency of the woman's genitals.
Laura could feel his nostrils tickling the hairs along the lips of her cunt. Her heart began to beat wildly in her breast!
"Don't smell the goddamn thing to death," Jack laughed, softly. "Just fuck it off!"
The dark stud took one or two more lungfuls of her sexual perfume, then brought his head up. The veins in his neck and forehead were gorged with excitement. Through the mirror, Laura could see his black prick: as solid and thick as a ballbat!
The Negro dug his knees under the soft roundness of her buttocks, lifting the trough of her loins up to meet the big nozzle of his cock. The meatus was abnormally large, the size and shape of a small cooking apple. A droplet of whitish sperm hung at the eyelet.
Very slowly, he pulled the labia of her cunt open again with his fingers and lodged just the head of his cock into the satiny pinkness. He fitted it inside the warm slit of her by gradually inching forward with his hips until the entire meatus was buried.
Laura stared with fear and fascination at the mirror. The inky darkness of his huge prick fitted between the lips of her cunt sent a sluttish, unreasoning thrill through her. She watched as he slid his cock halfway up her pussy, stretching the lips back like thick slabs of raw liver.
Her stomach began to palpitate, and the Negro put one of his large, black-palmed hands over her navel to steady the ruthless violation of her cunt. The funky smell of his body swarmed into her nostrils, and she thought again about what her sister had said concerning Willy and the barn. The smell of the male in heat. The odor of a man about to fuck a woman!
The teasing pleasure of his first entrance suddenly gave way to cutting pain as the walls of her cunt expanded to full capacity. She felt choked, gorged by him, and tossed her head back and forth on the pillow to show her pleasure-pain.
He didn't care about her pain or her pleasure. He pushed the oversized prick further into her well-stretched cunt until she could feel the head of it nudging at the nether end of her vagina.
She made animal noises of agony around the glut of cloth stoppering her mouth.
"Git it all the way in!" Jack husked. "Cram her fuckin' cunt full of it!!"
The black buck raised his loins a bit, paused, then drove the whole of his titanic prick deep into her bleeding slit.
A ragged rainbow of pain arched through her. She fought back the blackness of nausea. When she was able to look at the mirror again, she could see that he was all the way into her. His enormous, swarthy balls rested against the crack of her anus.
"Fuck her," Jack whispered, taking a swig from his bottle and wiping his drooling mouth with the back of his hand. "Fuck her 'til it comes out her whore's mouth . . ."
Her brutish playmate leaned over her now, supporting his massive body on his strong arms. He began to work his hips in rhythm. He was trying to show her he was the black masterfucker by spreading the grainy walls of her cunt with each stroke and thrust of his cock.
Laura clenched her imprisoned hands and dug her fingernails so deep into the palms of her hands that she could feel a trickle of blood running down her wrists.
Still he fucked her: bluntly, blindly, steadily.
The pores of her body burned as the pain ebbed slowly away into rakish pleasure. The muscles of her randy cunt wrapped greedily around the hugeness of her black fucker, squeezing and nipping at the cockhead as it moved.
Fuck, her brain cawed. Fuckmefuckme-fuckme-U Her clit grew large and long and sensitive-a meaty, quivering horn of gristle that begged to be rubbed. At the same time, the nipples of her tits pushed out pinkly, thick as thumbs at the base.
"Suck her boobs," Jack breathed, hotly. "Chew her titties while you fuck her-she likes that shit!"
The Negro's thick lips closed powerfully over one pointing tit after another, sucking with deep, hungry strokes until the peaks of her breasts were puffed and swollen and in the same heated condition as her cunt.
She felt an orgasm coming swiftly on and moved her hips wantonly to prolong the delicious ecstasy of it. When it came, she threw back her head and made a long, low strangling noise. Her liquids exploded in a flood of salty hotness, lathering the jumbo prick ramming up and down between her legs.
Her creamy discharge only excited the black stud to greater lust. His sweaty hips rose higher and fell harder now. He was battering the insides of her pussy raw-ripping and tearing the helpless, soft hole without mercy.
"Make her come again," Jack hissed. "I wanta see her joy-sap runnin' down her legs 'til it wets your black balls good. Show us how it feels to tickle a white woman's pussy! Kill her with fuckin'! Kill her, hoss!!"
The Negro grinned-and jacked his hips harder at her succulent, screaming cunt . . .