Chapter 3
Money is the only thing in this world you can count on, thought Bert Tapper as he gazed across the dinner table at his family. Everything else comes second to that in trustworthiness.
His father had taught him that, and how right the old bastard was. The last time Bert had felt he could actually trust someone, was the day he married his wife, Jessica. It had only taken until the wedding night to prove her unworthy of it.
His kids were marvelous, but he didn't really feel all that secure with them. The boy wasn't in his kind of mold, not following him in growth and attitude, and the daughter, from the way he saw it, was turning into her mother at a rapid pace.
The baby, it was too soon to tell about, but he too, would in the end, disappoint him, Bert was certain. He felt often like he only lived in the same house with them, that he wasn't really close to them at all.
His eyes swept across the table again and came to- rest on the nurse. She was eating casually, as if she didn't really care one way or the other for her meal. Now and then she would glance up and their eyes would meet.
They would stare at each other for a few moments then, though her gaze he knew would be much more intense and less guarded than his. She could hide her true feelings, he had come to realize, better than that best poker player he'd ever faced.
He never knew what was going on in the black bitch's mind, and that worried him. Bert Tapper always liked to know what others were thinking about, it gave him a warm, comfortable sense of security, to know exactly how anyone felt at any given time.
He trusted the nurse, least of all. Somehow, he felt she had an edge on him, that wasn't exactly there, just because he was screwing her. It was more than that, but he couldn't quite put his finger on the feeling.
It wasn't just balling, though, he was sure of it. He was almost certain that Jessica knew, anyway. So merely worried about being caught at it, or worse, the dumb black fool telling his wife, wasn't the thing that troubled him.
Even if she did tell Jessica, and Jessica did give a damn, that kind of thing happening was not too worrisome to Bert Tapper. After all, he was too rich to worry about Jessica divorcing him, in fact, too rich for her to divorce him, anyway.
No, he felt okay on that point. The days when divorce was a scandal that could hurt a man were long gone. And so were the days when a woman was foolish enough to throw away the security of a wealthy husband just because he was screwing a servant.
Besides, Jessica didn't give a damn about sex, so she could not feel jealous or slighted about that. Him putting his dick somewhere other than her hole was probably a wonderful idea to her, Bert thought, grimly.
He wondered, idly, if the nurse realized that, too. Maybe that might be it, that she understood. Understood too damn much. He gazed at her intently, then, almost a cruel smile on his lips.
She could give him the impression that she was smug and self-confident without ever acting that way. Sometimes, he was certain that she was laughing her ass off at him behind his back, all the while telling him what a good lay he was.
She had told him that, often, in the three months since she'd joined the family. They had lain in bed many a night and she had cooed words of praise and passion in his ears, stroking him pointedly at the same time.
"You're just such a big, strong lover, Mister Tapper," she had murmured to him. "So good and manly, I can't stand it sometimes!"
He'd believed her, too. In those moments, he had felt strong and powerful, had felt like a man. Felt like that for the first time in a lot of years, too, he added to himself, grimly.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so masculine. He had felt sexual often enough with the whores and quick jobs with other women in the past. With his money and power, it wasn't hard to get a woman to open her thighs to him, but that had not made him feel manly.
After finding out so quickly, that Jessica wanted as little to do with him in bed, as possible, he had fallen into a deep shock and despair that half a dozen minor and short-lived affairs had not been able to solve.
This affair, as strange as it was, with Salome was the first time in years, perhaps since his illusion that his wife found him desirable, that he felt wanted for himself. Wanted for who he was, not his power and money.
And he distrusted that emotion completely. Even though she never asked for anything other than her wages, he still could not believe it was true, and had no intention of ever believing it might be.
Still, he felt himself being drawn to her, almost as if he were falling into a web, with uncontrollable feeling of loss of will. Incredibly, he sensed she had a control over him in some way, and it was that that worried him.
Without doing or saying anything, she somehow owned him.
It was affecting the others in the family, too, he could see. His wife was wary of the nurse, always on her guard, it seemed, around her. She almost, it appeared, seemed afraid of her.
On the other hand, the contempt and hatred that was obvious in Candy's eyes for the nurse was equally as shocking and puzzling. He would feel a lot more comfortable, Bert thought, if he could put it all down to the fact of his daughter knowing what he was doing with Salome.
But it wasn't that, it was something more personal, something more intense between them. It could be so many things, things often spoken of by other men, when they sat around drinking and telling the woes of their lives to each other.
Daughter's lusting after their fathers, mother's passionate for their girl's boyfriends. This world was full of sick things, Bert thought grimly. Half the ideas he came up with as reasons for his family's behavior, he didn't even want to think about.
His son, for instance, could not seem to tear his eyes off the nurse half the time. He could see the desire in the kid's eyes, and that scared the hell out of him, too. The last thing he wanted, was his son getting dreamy over a servant. A black one at that.
His youngest child was gurgling in his high-chair, and now and then, the nurse would rise from the table to attend to him. He watched as she did so now, realizing that he didn't even like the way she dealt with young Billy, either. She was just too damn good at her job, just seemed to give the kid too much love. It was unseemly, Bert thought, for it wasn't her child she was pouring this affection onto.
Once again, he did not trust her motives.
Then fire her, he thought. Go ahead, give her the ax, send her on her way. You could even pay her off with a handsome sum. Jesus, you could set her up in her own nanny business, if you wanted to ease your conscience.
Go ahead, his mind taunted him. Fire her. It's easy.
But it wasn't. He could no more give serious .consideration to that thought, then he would have given any more than a passing reflection to the idea of never having her in bed again.
Of never feeling those soft, warm thighs gripping his as tightly as a vice. At never tasting the sweetness of her lips, or feeling the incredible warmth and snugness of her pussy as he slid into it.
No, he wasn't going to fire her. And that really scared him. He turned his head down, tearing his eyes from her back as she bent over Billy in the high chair. He cleared his throat, as he often did when about to speak and nearly rapped on his glass to get the table's attention.
"I think we shall spend the summer on the island," he announced, bracing himself for the chorus of groans he expected.
"Ohh, God, Daddy," moaned his daughter. "How can you even think of it!"
"Jesus, Father, I was planning on going out for the team this summer," his son chimed in.
Patiently, he awaited his wife's objections. She took a moment, gathering her weapons, he thought grimly. Her smile was as false as a mask, the sweetness dead and the coldness clear in her eyes.
"It is rather isolated there, dear," she said, quietly, but coldly. "And the children do need their contact with their peers."
"Then there peers can come down for a visit," Bert hissed, measuring his own determination against his wife's. "I don't wish to spend the summer in this hell-hole of a city. It is not that hard to get off the island when needed."
His daughter looked grim and sullen, his son disgusted. The mask on his wife's face had cracked just a bit, allowing some of her anger and hatred to pour through. He shook his head, sighing wearily.
"Look, it's peaceful, there, quiet," he insisted. "We can all relax and get some of the city out of our bodies. It'll be good for us, God damn it!"
"I think the baby could use it," Salome said, suddenly. All the heads of the table turned to her, and she smiled. "Children can always use a little time away from a city. The fresh air is good for them."
"I didn't know the servants had a voice in this," muttered Candy.
"Oh, shut up," snapped her brother. "She's right, probably right about all of us. I don't need to play baseball all summer anyway. The swimming and hiking will be fun, I bet!"
Salome smiled warmly. To Bert's eyes, he thought he saw a bit of triumph in them, and he began to wonder why a plan of his had suddenly begun to feel like he had been tricked into Something.
"At any rate, we are going," he said abruptly. "I am still head of this family, and I think I have some idea of what would be good for it."
"May I be excused from the table," snarled Candy Tapper. "I have to get ready for the party, tonight. Probably be my last one for a good long time, too."
Her father nodded and she pushed herself away, giving Salome a quick, glaring glance as she walked out of the dining room. The nurse watched her go, then quickly gathered the baby up out of the high-chair.
"Think I'd better wash him up, too," she murmured. "Want to put him to bed before the guests arrive, Mrs. Tapper."
The woman nodded, vaguely and the nurse quickly walked out of the room. She noticed her husband's eyes following the gentle sway of Salome's buttocks as she moved away, and wasn't shocked to find her son's eyes on the same target when she glanced at him. She had been noticing that for quite some time.
She shook her head to herself, staring down into the plate of roast beef she suddenly did not feel like eating any longer. The cold, distance sensation she had of moving further away from her family every day was a little bit stronger.
Salome used the bathroom beside the girl's bedroom to attend to the baby. She had decided on that almost the moment she had moved in and had judged who would be giving her trouble in the family.
She liked to be as close to the girl as possible, without seeming so. They had to share the bathroom, now, as the rest of the family used the other three to prepare themselves for the party.
She was busily washing the little boy as Candy came in, wearing only her bathrobe. "God, a person never gets any privacy around here," she muttered angrily.
Salome thought the time was right. She turned on her heels and glared at the girl. "You listen to me, little bitch," she snapped. "I got my job to do, if you think you can do it better and faster and get me out of here quicker, you take over!"
The girl blinked, then grabbed the washcloth out of Salome's hand. "You bet your ass I could," she snarled, shoving it rudely at the baby. She felt the child's little penis brush her hand and she yelped.
She was gazing down into the water, her fingers curled around the little boy's cock then, unconsciously kneading the tiny shaft. For several seconds, she could not let go, but was nearly glued to the tiny organ, it seemed.
"Yeah, play with it, little miss uptight," chuckled the tall, black nurse. "I know you've been watching me, I know what you want, too, so keep out of my way, honey, or else your secrets will be revealed!"
The girl gazed at her in shock, dropping the washcloth and the child's shaft and racing from the bathroom in near tears. Salome glanced after her, chuckling softly with delight. She'd made her point, the little bitch would keep away from her then. At least for a little while. And she had other things to say, when she got nasty again.
She returned to washing the baby, laughing softly to herself at the memory of the little event that had taken place just a couple of weeks ago. It had done a lot for her self-confidence, and more than that, added some points to her score board, the way she saw it.
Little miss bitch didn't know it, but Salome was well aware that she was not a virgin any longer. At least not in one way. Her little cunt might still be tight, Salome knew, but her trim little bottom wasn't any more. Her buddy Coal had taken care of that.
Coal was a tall, black buck who owed her a few favors. She knew him from college, and more than that, knew that he was dealing dope, these days, to the kids in the expensive high schools in the city.
It didn't take much to convince him that Candy was hot for his dope, and equally as attracted to what he might have in his pants. The only warning she gave the black man, was to leave the girl's pussy alone. She had other plans for that.
A girl friend had come over with Coal. Her name was Lisa Morrison, and she was a prize slut, as Salome had heard it. Everyone was gone for the afternoon, and the nurse was supposed to be out, too. But Salome had a little spot in the big apartment she picked out for hiding and she was able to see most of what went on without anyone observing her.
Coal didn't waste much time. He got both girls very high, very quickly, and pretty soon was goading them to strip down naked with him. "Come on, don't you like black folks," he taunted. "Or are you two girls too prissy and prudish to feel the beauty of nakedness?"
Naturally, Lisa didn't need much more than that. She slithered out of her halter top and shorts as quickly as he had spoken and turned to Candy, a look of superiority in her eyes.
Salome had known the bitch couldn't take that. With the dark, muscular black man and the short, skinny blonde looking on, she allowed the grass she had smoked to take hold of her.
"All right, you creeps," she snarled. "I'll show you!"
She put a record on the stereo, a loud, lush fifties song with a harsh, driving beat. She began to rock and sway in front of the other two, smiling at them in what she hoped was a sexy fashion.
"Now you got the idea, baby," cackled Coal as he saw the girl's fingers reaching for the buttons to her blouse. "Yeah, strip, momma, strip down, good!"
The sixteen-year-old girl, frightened but determined, ran her fingers over the buttons, plucking them free. She did a short, quick twirl on the balls of her feet and the blouse flew open and down her shoulders as she completed the turn.
She gasped herself, as her breasts were revealed to the other two. The mounds were small, still blossoming, and the nipples two tiny pink pebbles on the creamy background of her globes.
Coal laughed and stomped his feet, handing another huge, long cigarette to Lisa, who aside from her loose reputation, also had one for passing out on grass very quickly. She puffed wildly on the big cigarette, sucking as much smoke into her lungs as she possibly could get.
Coal watched intently, nodding his head as Candy got over her nervousness. The grass had hit her pretty hard and her mind was growing foggy as its effects grew more powerful and intense.
"Come on, baby, get them jeans off," hissed Coal, his hand idly stroking the big, long spear that was expanding between his legs. "Let me see more, momma, more!"
Nervously, Candy fiddled with the belt and zipper to her jeans, pushing them down over her hips and thighs, once they were free. She stepped out of them, the black man gazing at her with rather blazing eyes by this time.
"Jesus, honey, don't stop there," he laughed. "Let me see the rest of it!"
Candy glanced at Lisa, and a sudden chill washed through her belly. The girl was on her side, her eyes glassy and distant, obviously in a thick, foggy stupor.
"I... I don't want to," Candy stammered, reaching down for her blouse, then.
"I've... I've had enough of this game, you'd better go!"
Coal stood up and caught her wrist, pulling her to an upright position again. "Shit, baby, you can't do things halfway," he chuckled, reaching out and pinching one of her tiny nipples between a thumb and forefinger, then.
"Stop it, don't," gasped the girl, wincing as the pain of his caress shot through her tender boob. "Are you crazy? Don't you dare touch me!"
The black man's shaft was thick and full by this time, rising up and out of the darkness of his groin and pointing high into the air. He curled his arm around the girl's waist and pulled her to him suddenly, mashing the shaft hard against her belly.
"Shit, bitch, we're just starting," the black man growled. His mouth bent into hers and she began to scream. "I want a taste of you, baby, and I'm gonna get it!"
She pulled her head away and slapped at him, wildly. He laughed, grinding his belly and his throbbing cock against her belly. "Ohh, you the kind, likes to fight, huh?"
As Salome watched intently, his free hand slithered down over the girl's spine and took hold of her panties. He curled his fingers into the fabric of the garment and ripped it away from her body, savagely.
"Ohh, God, you're.... you're crazy," she hissed, shivering and twisting against him as she felt his hand roaming over her bottom and his groin mashed hard against her naked loins.
"Yeah, baby, crazy for a little white pussy, I sure am," Coal laughed harshly.
He cocked his fist then and slammed it hard into the girl's right temple. She moaned, and slipped to her knees, bowing over and across them, as she was dazed for a few seconds by the blow.
He pushed her back on the floor and fell across her body, his hands greedily exploring her soft, warm flesh, then. She groaned, shivering at the contact of his dry, greedy fingers and shuddered as his mouth came down over hers.
"You wanted to try some dope, baby," he cackled thickly. "Well, you gonna get a lot more than that, this afternoon!"
Salome watched from her hiding place in a portion of the hall closet, as the black man began to kiss the girl, savagely. His lips roamed over her soft, innocent petals with a fierce greed, his big, wide tongue trying to pry her teeth apart.
"Man, bitch, don't give me a hard time, I'm warning you," he snarled. "I'll fuck you so bad you won't be able to walk for a week!"
With that remark, he thrust two fingers against her tight, young pussy and the girl screamed in terror. "Ohh, God, no, no, I'm still a virgin," she sobbed, trying desperately to roll away. "For God's sake, I haven't had anyone inside me, yet!"
The big black man jammed his tongue into her mouth as she spoke and took hold of one breast in his hand. His huge, dark paw enveloped the small, alabaster sphere completely and the girl sobbed as he massaged her captured globe.
"Man, you got sweet little tits, baby," he cackled softly, pinching her nipple between his fingers once again. "I just bet the rest of you is as tight as your boobs, ain't they, honey?"
She groaned, feeling the man's fingers riding down over her belly once again and thrusting, suddenly between her thighs. She gasped as she felt the thick, long spears toying with the lips that guarded her virginal chamber, rubbing them back and forth in a teasing fashion.
Dampness began to seep from her cave and she shivered as the lingers roamed her cunt, freely. She started to twist and turn on the floor beneath him, panic and fear taking hold of her, then.
"Let me up, let me go," she wailed, thrashing under the big black man and nipping with terror at the mouth that covered hers. "Let me go, God damn you!"
He shouted with pain as she sank her teeth into his lower Up. Savagely he crushed her breast beneath one hand and banged her on the side of the head, again with his other.
"Fucking little white bitch, stop fighting me," he snarled. "I want some pussy, bitch and you're giving it to me! Any more trouble and you gonna regret it!"
Candy was crying wildly, then, shivering and jerking spasmodically as she shook her head against the deep pile of the carpet. "But I'm... I'm still a virgin," she groaned. "I'm a virgin, I am, I am!"
Angrily, Coal thrust a finger deep inside of her, then. She screamed as the thick, stabbing digit drove hard into her virginal wall and the pain shot through her like a burning knife thrust inside of her cave.
He wiggled his finger back and forth and laughed, harshly. "Jesus, you are still cherry," he cackled, "Well, bitch, I guess I wouldn't want to steal that from you, even if you is a white whore!"
"Don't... don't hurt me, please, I'll... I'll do anything," she moaned, her eyes wide with fear, yet moist with something more than that, by now.
"You will huh?" the black man chuckled, his finger now casually twisting and turning in the girl's cunt, even as his other hand was once more massaging her tiny, round breast.
Coal could sense the girl growing more accustomed to his caress, for the dampness and heat were pulsating inside of her then, and her tiny, short gasps were less painful and frightened, as he continued his leisurely attack.
His mouth moved over hers once more and he kissed with less urgency, but still the same degree of hunger. "You want to make me happy, baby, and still keep your cherry?" he chuckled. "Is that what you're telling me?"
The girl groaned, her mind and body at war, as Salome knew they would be. She had her eyes shut tight and a great part of her, was obviously responding intensely to the black man's actions, at this point.
She sighed, feeling the caress of his finger inside her cunt completely enticing and his thumb brushing across her clit, quite pleasing. She shuddered, unable to keep from returning his kiss, her own sweet, pink tongue crashing into his, greedily.
His mouth roamed over hers brutally, but he was not trying to hurt her as much as before. He was rolling her off her back, now, onto her side, and she shivered as she felt his greedy lips begin to slip down from her mouth to her throat.
"Well, bitch, I suppose I can find another way to satisfy my needs," the black man chuckled. "I guess we can work something out."
She shuddered at the words, even as the hot, powerful sensations of excitement were building up in her loins. She felt his hand slipping from her breasts as his mouth neared them, rolling over her hips and slithering down over her soft, tight buttocks.
She felt his fingers kneading her bottom, then, digging in deep and massaging the spongy flesh of her tight half moons with a growing insistence and demand. She shuddered as she felt the squeezing digits digging deeper into her flesh.
"Man, you got a sweet little set of buns here, baby," he laughed quietly. "I bet you just as tight as a drum inside, ain't you?"
His fingers slowly slid between her soft, warm mound, then and she gasped as she felt one thick, hard digit poking at the moist, tight dot of her anal entrance. She groaned as the finger continued to probe, trying to wedge itself inside her damp, narrow corridor.
His mouth had slipped over her breasts by this time and he had completely gathered one-soft, spongy globe inside. She winced as she felt his teeth digging into her precious sphere, hungrily chewing on her flesh as he lathered the trapped globe with his tongue.
"Ohh, God, stop it, ohhh, no, please," the girl groaned, and Salome was delighted to hear the weakness in her protest.
She watched as Coal now pushed his finger at her rectum more insistently, determined to force it inside the tiny chamber. The girl's face was a contorted mixture of pain and pleasure then, and her small, lithe frame was quivering with both the ecstasy and agony she was experiencing.
As Coal sucked on her trapped boob, flicking his tongue wickedly at her nipple, his finger forced the dampness of her taut bum entrance to widen a bit. The girl winced as he shoved the finger into her, twisting it deeper along her trim, narrow channel.
"That's it, bitch, loosen up," he chuckled. "You gonna have to get a lot wider if you're gonna take care of me!"
He grunted as he pushed his finger further into her bum, burying it almost to the hilt in her tender pit. He flicked it back and forth against the moist, warm walls of her bum, each movement of the digit giving the girl a curious mixture of throbbing pain and tingling delight.
His free hand was massaging her cunt sensuously, then, riding two finger up and down along her cunt lips, and plucking at the sweet, moist petals, teasingly. She rocked spasmodically as he caressed her, her body receiving sensations from half a dozen different spots.
"Take hold of my dick, bitch," he hissed, thrusting himself tighter against the girl's body. "Come on, baby, give my prick a little attention and stroking!"
The girl moaned, moving her hand about behind her until she felt the throbbing thickness of his rod. She gasped and pulled her fingers away in shock, then hesitantly curled the soft, tiny spears around his powerful, huge shaft.
He groaned in delight as she squeezed his meat in her little hand. He shuddered wildly, jerking about behind her and nodding, his mouth crushing against her boobs once more in response.
Savagely, he thrust his finger back and forth along her anal track. She sobbed as the wave of pain engulfed her, and her tiny anal tunnel was forced to quickly expand to twice its normal width.
The driving attack of his finger was painful and severe and the girl shuddered and moaned loudly as the man pumped it in and out of her bum. She gasped tightly as he twirled the digit around inside of her, his cock beginning to throb savagely in her hand.
"Ahh, yeah, that's it, bitch, pull on that dick," he groaned, his voice full of the pleasure and lust he was experiencing. "Ummm, baby, yeah, you getting me good and ready for that asshole of yours!
To her eyes, Salome thought the girl hardly knew what was happening to her. She saw Candy jerking and twisting on the rug, bucking under the impact of the finger driving along her anal passage, but she could not be certain that the sixteen-year-old had any real idea of what was happening to her.
Coal, however, was in complete control. He roared his finger in and out of her asshole ruthlessly, now, and laughed as he tweaked her cunt lips between the fingers of his other hand..
His cock was raging in the girl's tiny, tight fist, and she squeezed it spasmodically, opening and closing her fingers around the throbbing prong. He was moaning softly, clearly reaching a point of extreme tension in his loins, and even Salome felt her flesh quickening with excitement. "How you like-it, little baby?" he cackled, his voice thick and husky with greed. "How you like all this, little white bitch?"
She mumbled something, but it was impossible to understand and the big black man merely laughed, harshly and began to pushed her over on her belly. Salome watched as the girl rolled over, her face pressed tightly to the rug.
"Man, I can't wait to get this dick inside of you, bitch," the black man laughed. "My prick is just dying for that hole of yours, baby!" He pulled his finger suddenly from her bum, then, and Salome leaned forward, locking her eyes fiercely on the scene in front of her. Beneath the man who was adjusting his position behind her, little Candy Tapper trembled with anticipation.
"Don't... don't hurt," she moaned. "Please, please, don't hurt!"
"Shut up, bitch and lay still," snapped the black man. "You gonna love this fucking, I promise you!"
He locked his fingers deep into the taut flesh of her tiny buttocks and pulled them apart. The girl sobbed as she felt him pressing his huge shaft between them, inching the throbbing tip of it forward against her damp, quivering dot.
"Now just relax, bitch, let yourself go," he cautioned her. "I'm gonna take my time, unless you fuck with me, then I'll give it to you mean and nasty."
Salome watched, a grim smile on her face as the girl grew tense with fear. That was the worst thing she could do, of course, and since her rectal muscles were drawn closed, it made the going all that much more difficult for the black man.
He hissed at her, shoving forward and pushing the huge, fat knob of his helmet into her damp, hot tunnel. He grunted with the effort, moaning a little louder and pushed his prick into her a little deeper.
The look on the girl's face was agonized as the black man forced his cock deeper into her anal channel. She sobbed, shuddering uncontrollably and he laughed, thrusting hard against her tiny pit.
Her scream of pain filled the air as Coal drove his cock savagely into her bum. He groaned with pleasure, rocking and turning while he buried the weapon to the hilt in her tender, rectal passage.
"Ahh, that's nice, bitch," he cackled. "You got a nice tight hole, all right! Feels just as snug as can be, baby!"
"Hurry, ohhh, God, hurry, it hurts," she moaned, thrashing about beneath him, wildly, then. "Jesus.... I can't... I can't!"
Coal twisted and turned a bit as he withdrew from her, his lips pressed greedily against the moist flesh of her shoulders. "Sure you can, baby, you know you can," he cooed, lovingly. "All you got to do is relax, you know you love it, bitch!"
He rode his prick into her again, and her gasp of pain was drawn and tight. She sobbed as he bucked ruthlessly into her bum, chuckling as the throbbing weapon sank further and further into her hole.
Now he began to pump his tool in and out of her in harsh, rhythmic attack. She sobbed and shivered, jerking spasmodically as the cock tore into her channel. Each stroke that he took was more savage and ruthless than the last, and after a few seconds, she was thrashing wildly and uncontrollably beneath the plunging weapon.
The black man seemed to enjoy this, for he picked up the rhythm and pace of his attack in direct response to her spasms and tremors of pain. Harder and faster he powered his huge, black weapon into her tender bum, twisting and turning with a cruel, ruthless passion as he buried himself inside of her.
Harder, now, he slammed his cock into her bum. Salome could see the huge, thick spear disappearing into the depths of the girl's channel and she gulped at the idea of the pain Candy must be suffering.
Again and again the black man rammed his meat into the girl. His hips rose and felt, his groin crushed hard onto her bottom, and her face drew into a horrible mask of pain as his savage assault grew to an intensity she could not believe.
"Ahh, baby, this is good, fucking your asshole is so good," moaned the black man, his voice nearly breathless with excitement. "Yeah, baby, good ass, nice hot tight pit, yeah, fucking good!"
His rhythm and pace had all but disappeared by now, replaced only by the frenzied lust which was consuming him. He slammed into her savagely, rocking from side to side, nearly laughing with an insane delight as he took the girl's poor, defenseless bum.
His cock was swollen to nearly twice its size by this time, a huge, pounding rod that seemed on fire in the poor girl's asshole. Each stroke was like a vicious, fleshy razor tearing into her ass and she sobbed, groaning breathlessly as the man roared toward the climax he sought.
"Gonna come, bitch, gonna come in your asshole," he groaned, thickly. "Ahh, Jesus, sweet baby, gonna feel good, coming in you, now!"
Again he powered his meat into her, but from the strain on his face and the way his body began to jerk, Salome could sense he had achieved his orgasm. He bucked savagely, driving his cock to the hilt in the girl's tight, warm pit, the hot come pouring from his" rod.
The steaming spurts of boiling fluid splashed inside of her anal channel and Candy could feel his shaft quaking against her inner walls as the climax tore through his pulsating loins.
He moaned, swaying on top of her, grinding the bursting weapon deep in her bum. He lay over the smooth, gentle curve of her buttocks, shivering with delight, allowing the bliss of his orgasm to consume him completely.
His body quaked a number of times and it seemed like quite awhile before he moaned and pushed himself away from the ravaged girl's torn and bleeding bum. He laughed, and then stood up with a grunt.
"That was some nice butt fucking, baby," he chuckled, reaching down and picked up her panties, which he used to clean his still erect tool. "I'll remember you, the next time I want a sweet hole to bang."
With that, he nudged Lisa awake and drew her out of the room and the apartment before she was aware enough to see what had happened. Salome had not gone to the girl's assistance, nor mentioned the event at all, of course. But she had filed it away, with the rest of her triumphs, one more successful piece placed correctly in the puzzle she was putting together for herself with this family.