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"The Long Night"
   by A. G. Thomas


Horace sat nursing his beer and fuming. Fuming because his sister
had not asked him to stay at her home and watch the children
while she and her husband went on one of his many business trips.
He had known about their going out of town for about two weeks
and had been eagerly waiting for them to ask him to house sit and
watch the kids, especially the daughter. Oh yeah, sweet Natalie,
he couldn't wait to get the young thing in bed again after an
abstinence of what seemed like years, but was really only months.

He was horny as hell and could hardly wait to pick up where he'd
been so rudely interrupted two months earlier. He remembered all
too well that day and how he'd damn near been caught. Natalie's
mother had gone shopping. As she'd left the house she'd told
Natalie,"No visitors." But the little vixen had called him saying
ever so sweetly how much she missed her uncle and that since mom
was going to be gone for a couple of hours why didn't he come
over and keep her company.

So like a horny fool he'd thrown caution to the wind and rushed
over. As the memory of how she'd greeted him at the door wearing
one of her skimpy baby doll teddies floated up from his drunken
mind, he smiled for the first time in hours. Her passion-hungry
kisses as she'd met him at the door before taking his hand and
leading him upstairs to her bedroom had damn near made him shoot
his wad right there in the middle of her living room.

But the best was yet to come. Once upstairs she almost tore his
clothes off and then as he'd sat on the edge of her bed she had
crawled between his legs to lovingly caress and fondle his
testicles. Her sweet mouth and marvelous tongue, like so many
times before brought him to the brink of ejaculation before he'd
fallen backwards onto her bed and she'd climbed atop him. Just as
his rock hard cock had slithered into her tight buttery soft cunt
Natalie's mother had come home unexpectedly and he'd damn near
broke his fool neck disengaging himself and hurriedly climbing
through her window onto the roof, half expecting to be caught, if
not by his sister then by some nosy ass neighbor.

But he'd been lucky. As he'd been putting his clothes on before
making a hasty retreat he'd heard doors slamming, things being
thrown and his sister screaming something about where the boy was
hiding for why else was the young tramp naked and in bed in the
middle of the day. He learned later that Natalie's mom suspected
her of screwing around even though no boys had ever come to the
house and she'd never gone on a date. Horace, of course, knew the
reason. Natalie showed no interest in boys but he damn sure
wasn't going to tell his sister and wind up in jail. But now here
he was again just like last time, horny as hell, lonely and
expecting one thing and getting another. He'd been so sure he was
going to babysit that he'd taken the whole week off from work.
Hell he'd even planed on keeping Natalie out of school just so he
could enjoy her whenever he got the urge, but then his sister had
spoiled it all.

Climbing from the shower, Natalie wiped the steam from the full
length mirror looking at herself long and hard, aware not for the
first time that she was not the skinny flat chested little girl
that her uncle had first come to know. The remembrance of how her
uncle kissed and fondled her whenever they were alone caused a
tingling sensation in her pussy as well as her nipples and in
dreamy repose a hand rose to her breast rolling and pinching the
sensitive buds between her thumb and forefinger while her other
hand slid over her flat stomach to her mound.

When Uncle Horace had first started paying attention to her,
touching her, she had been confused, scared and ashamed, but
strangely his soft words and gentle touch awakened something in
her, mysteriously replacing her fear and shame with an almost
giddy feeling and a desire to be every bit the woman he told her
she was. The butterflies in her stomach even when he wasn't
around almost drove her crazy and she found herself yearning for
his attention. Never had he forced himself on her. Everything
thing that happened, at least to her, seemed to happen at her
suggestion until finally one night after many weeks of her
sitting in his lap first touching and then later kissing his
thing he had lain atop her kissing her like a woman and telling
her he loved her.

In response to his touch and soft words of love and thinking that
she was the one in control she had spread her legs, telling him
she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He had kissed her eyes,
nose, lips, throat and finely her nipples making her all tingly
and burning with desire while whispering tenderly that she was
his woman as he had inserted himself slowly into her and though
he had tried to be gentle it had hurt terribly. It had hurt the
next couple of times also but at the same time she grew aware of
the strange wonderful feelings racing through her whenever he
pushed himself into her rhythmically sliding his torrid hardness
in and out. She found that once past the pain she liked, even
gloried in the feeling.

She began looking forward to his visits. Even going so far as to
ask her parents when uncle Horace was coming over or when he was
going to baby sit her and her little brother. Walking naked down
the hallway to her bedroom she retrieved her makeup kit while
from the third drawer of her dresser and from amongst her
undergarments she removed a pair of bright red bikini, almost
transparent, panties before going to her dressing table. Blow
drying her long flaxen hair and while putting it into pig tails
the events of the last few weeks floated unbidden from her
subconscious, replacing her uncle as she applied eye shadow,
rouge and finally her lipstick before slipping on her red bikini
panties.

The angry face and tall dark body of a boy she had no business
thinking about floated mist-like over her mirror. A boy, who if
the stories were true, not only was the leader of a gang but one
who dealt in drugs. She had had been intimidated by him and his
gang during her third year of high school and though she was
frightened, she found herself hanging around the fringes of his
group. She hadn't know it at the time but tongues began to wag,
saying she was putting out for the gang. One of her girl friends
though, one who had dated a negro, told her she understood her
infatuation and then she'd shocked her by asking if it were true
what everyone was saying; that she was fucking Henry and several
members of his gang. She was jealous.

For the rest of the year she'd stayed away from the group, but
during the first week of her fourth year she found herself once
again hanging around them, but this time not as an outsider. It
had been only three days into the school year when she'd stayed
late to help the new librarian. A couple of hours later, just as
it was getting dark and as she was leaving school, she almost
collided with Henry and several of his friends as she'd exited
the building.

They were huddled in the doorway passing around what she thought
was a cigarette. When she'd tried to go around them they had
surrounded her, calling her honky and white bitch, asking if she
were going to put out for them. But Henry, wonderful Henry, had
come to her rescue. Putting his arm about her shoulder he'd
talked to her, telling her they were a little high, that they
were just having some fun and that she shouldn't pay any
attention to the guys.

Then he'd given her shoulders a squeeze, telling her he really
liked her new style of clothes and that for a white girl she was
pretty cute. He then held the cigarette to her lips. He told her
to take a puff. She had and in the process did what they called
"nigger lip" the smoke. As she'd been coughing her head off they
had lit up another saying that because she got the other all wet
she had to smoke it all. By the time she finished the smoke her
head felt light and she lost all inhibition. Over insistent
giggling she told them that everyone at school, even her friends
thought she was doing them.

It was then, at that instant, that Henry, whose arm was still
about her shoulder, turned her to face him, mashing his lips to
hers. She had melted into his arms hungrily, returning his kiss,
resisting not in the slightest as his hands had fondled her
buttocks. His tongue had probed and tickled her tonsils. After
that things got all mixed up and fuzzy and though she couldn't be
sure it had really happened; that it wasn't just a figment of her
imagination; hadn't been wishful thinking on her part. She dimly
remembered being passed from boy to boy, of other lips and other
tongues and just as hungrily; just as passionately as she had
with Henry of returning the multitude of kisses while hands
roamed freely over her unresisting body.

Horace could still hear his sister Arlean's words. "Natalie's
been acting strange and I want to find out what's going. But I'll
never know if she thinks I don't trust her. That's why I'm
leaving her in charge. But do me a favor brother dearest. Check
in on them from time to time. I can't prove anything, but when a
girl who's always worn ankle length, loose fitting dresses or
baggy coveralls and sweaters suddenly, at the start of her last
year in school, switches to mini skirts and jeans that look as if
they were painted on, it can't help but make a mother
suspicious."

"Don't look at me like that. She's my little girl and I'm
worried, even though she is damn near eighteen. Look, she's never
brought a boy by the house. Never seemed interested in them
before and now all of a sudden this big change. So humor your
sister and keep your eye on her. Maybe if she thinks nobody's
watching her she'll reveal herself."

As he listened to his sister's ranting, his mind drifted,
remembering the time he'd taken Natalie shopping and they'd
stopped at a cosmetic counter. The sweet thing had been shown the
different colors of makeup and the proper way to apply it. The
lady had even applied it for her, showing her how much prettier
she would look. He also remembered the fit her mother had when
they'd gotten home, making Natalie scrub her face and screaming
at her, saying she looked like a hussy.

Natalie was no dummy. She had learned early on that a little
makeup went a long way in attracting a man. Of course, a little
mini skirt or tight blue jeans didn't hurt either. Her inquiry
about boys when she'd started her third year of high school had
at first made him jealous as hell, thinking he would lose her,
but she had belied his fears, professing to always love him, even
if a boy did find her pretty. But lately, since she started her
last year of school, whenever he visited it seemed her mind was
elsewhere.

What the fuck was wrong with him? He was beginning to sound like
his sister. Suspicious and, as far as he knew, there wasn't any
need. She still fucked like a mink and was always bubbling with
eagerness when they were alone. Fuck it. Trying to figure out a
woman/girl just gave one a head ache and pissed one off.

If she had a boyfriend, which he doubted, he didn't want to know
about it because he considered that tight snatch his and he hated
the thought someone else might very well be banging what he
considered his. Damn his sister for making him suspicious. As he
sat nursing his ninth beer he wondered if Natalie was even now
slipping into one of her sexy outfits in hopes that he might stop
by. Maybe, just maybe she was expecting him. Besides, he had
promised his sister to pop in and check on the kids, so he had an
excuse. What better time to pay an unexpectedly visit then now.
Standing he paid his tab leaving a $5.00 tip for the barmaid and
then swayed from the bar.

Removing a box from beneath her bed she took out her school girl
outfit. An outfit her uncle had bought and one that always
brought a hungry look to his eyes whenever she wore it. A
complete four piece outfit consisting of a checked pleated
micro-mini, white thigh high stockings with little black bows, a
short white blouse meant to be worn without a bra and held
together by tying a knot between her breasts, leaving her midriff
exposed and finally heavy black shoes with three inch heels.

After slipping the whole outfit on she walked back toward the
bathroom and the full length mirror. There, staring back at her,
was 5 foot 4 1/2 inches of oozing sex. A 108 pounds of rather
good looking girl that she had to admit was a world of difference
between how she used to dress and now. In the past she hadn't
been one to admire her figure, her uncle did it for her. Now,
looking at her 34x21x33 figure attired in her naughty girl school
girl outfit, meant only for her loving uncle's eyes, Henry's face
floated before her again. She wondered if he would like to see
her wearing it.

Maybe she should wear it to school one day. A smile crossed her
ruby lips as she envisioned all the stares and attention she'd
get if she were to wear her school girl outfit to school, but all
the attention would mean nothing if he didn't like it. Why was
she so caught up with this boy? This negro who was half the age
of her uncle and who she had only kissed once. No, four times if
you counted the third and fourth time separately even though they
occurred the same day and within minutes of each other.

Her fingers lightly touched her lips as the memory of those times
came to her. The first had been after helping the librarian. The
second kiss had come perhaps three weeks later, after again
smoking their funny tasting cigarettes. For some reason it had
affected her more, making her light headed and unsteady on her
feet. Henry had offered to help her home and there, on her porch,
bathed in the bright light of the porch light, he held her close,
kissing her deeply.

The last time had been just two days ago. She been at the mall
and he had come up behind her, putting his hands on her waist.
Whether by accident or because he had planned it she didn't know.
Putting his face to the back of her neck, breathing deeply of her
perfume, he'd whispered she not only looked fantastic, but
smelled great too.

In a dream like trance she had let herself be led to his car
where after smoking another cigarette they had made out. The
memory of that time washed over her, tingling her spine, bringing
a small shudder to her shoulders. It was here that she guessed if
she were being truthful she had to say that what she did next
could be counted as the fourth kiss. His hands had been all over
her as his thick lips had kissed her and she had been unable to
resist as he had almost undressed her.

Well, not really undressed her, but darn near because, after
unbuttoning her blouse and pushing her skirt about her waist, he
had removed her bra and panties. A slight shame-thrill brought
goose bumps along her arms and a tingling shudder to her
shoulders as she recalled him putting her undergarments into his
glove box, saying they were a souvenir and then once again taking
her into his arms.

Kissing her neck and ears he had whispered he wanted to fuck her.
It had been one thing to let him almost undress her. To kiss and
nibble on her pert little breasts and nipples while his fingers
wormed into her pussy, but for some reason, perhaps fear that if
she surrendered to him, let him fuck her, she would be
stigmatized if others found out, or worse yet, she were to become
pregnant. So she had resisted his repeated efforts to climb
between her legs.

Instead she had slipped from the seat to crawl between his legs,
taking his dick into her mouth, lovingly kissing and sucking his
hard black cock. The memory of those few short moments and what
she'd been thinking as she'd paid him homage sent another shiver
racing up her spine. Thoughts of his cronies finding out and
demanding she also suck their dicks surfaced and despite the
luridness of such a thing taking place, she found the thought
strangely arousing.

Whether from excitement or fear at the prospect of such an event
happening, she didn't know, but her lips tightened around his
cock and she sucked harder as her hand went to her bare breasts
squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Just as Henry's jerking
cock entered her throat a vision flashed before her eyes. She saw
herself upon a rumpled bed; her body and the sheets covered with
sperm as about her stood a dozen, 5 dozen, a thousand smiling
naked negros all with cocks the size of fence post or larger.

As the lurid scenario filled her mind, Henry's cock erupted like
a volcano, spewing forth lava filling her mouth with his seed. As
she hungrily swallowed spurt after spurt of his salty thick
sperm, not wanting to loose a single drop of his precious fluid,
her dream-like vision of untold numbers of negros climbing over
her, atop her sticking their horrendously large yet wonderful
cocks into her pussy and mouth slowly faded and she found herself
alone with Henry.

Another shudder racked her shoulders as the memories of that
afternoon welled up fresh. She mustn't think like that. Besides,
Henry would never tell anyone, therefore nothing so sinful or
depraved as she had fantasized could or would possible happen.

What was wrong with her anyway? Why had that sordid vision she
had all but forgotten suddenly surfaced? Was it because she'd
been unfaithful to the man who'd taught her so much; the man who
she loved and he her. Memories of all the tender loving moments
shared with her uncle floated before her. God she wished he were
here, that he could see her in her naughty school girl uniform
that he liked so well. With the thought that he would be here
shortly and a final smoothing of her skimpy skirt over her hips
she turned from the mirror, silently vowing that upon leaving
home at the end of the school year she would move in with uncle
Horace, if not to be his wife then his lover for all eternity.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't hear the
glass in the back door break. Nor did she hear the hushed voices
of the two boys as they made their way through the darkened lower
part of the house and toward the stairs. Shutting off the light
she walked toward her bedroom, changing direction at the last
moment as the urge for milk and cookies overcame her. Skipping
down the steps she ran directly into the arms of the two boys. As
their three bodies collided Natalie gave a startled gasp as she
fell to the floor, her short skirt rising about her slim waist
exposing the treasure that belonged to her uncle to the greedy
stares of the two intruders.

Without thinking that she might be in danger and without trying
to cover herself, she stupidly asked what they were doing in her
home. The boys just looked at her. Not at her face, but between
her widely parted legs and her plainly visible red panties. For
what seemed an eternity no one moved. Suddenly coming to her
senses, she jumped from the floor running toward the living room
and escape. Before she had moved three feet though, arms tightly
encircled her small body and a hand covered her mouth, cutting
off any protest she might have made.

As she struggled and kicked at the boy holding her, almost
breaking free, the other stepped in front of her, clamping a hand
to her throat, harshly hissing at her to knock it off or he'd
slit her throat. In fright she fell limp in her captors arms,
noticing for the first time that the boy in front of her was a
negro and that even though she was more scared then she'd ever
been and his face was contorted with an evil demon-like grin he
looked vaguely familiar.

Without a word, his hand slipped from her throat down over her
heaving chest as the boy holding her from behind tightened his
hold. Frightened and sobbing softly, she begged them to let her
go, saying she wouldn't tell on them. That they could leave and
she would never say a word, but then, so suddenly that her mind
at first didn't comprehend what was happening, the one before her
reached for the knot between her breasts, untying her skimpy top,
letting the loose material fall to either side of her heaving
chest before lowering his face to her breasts.

As his tongue lapped over her small firm breasts, leaving a wet
trail in its wake, whimpering sounds of panic issued from her
fear tightened throat changing unbelievably to gasp of arousal
and her body literally humming like a tuning fork as his thick
lips closed about her right nipple drawing a suction.

Just as quickly though her fear returned as his mouth shifted to
her other breast and her antagonist's teeth hurtfully tightened
around her left nipple. Behind her she could feel the other boys
hardness pressing against her buttocks and when she tried to pull
away from him all she accomplished was in pressing her heaving
bosom tighter into the boy's face slobbering over her breast.

Her mind was awash with fright and something else, a feeling she
tried to deny, a feeling she hated to admit, but the lips sucking
her nipples refused to let her. She knew they were going to have
their way with her. Knew she couldn't prevent it from happening
and though the thought of forcefully being made love to was
reprehensible her pussy moistened and a tingling sensation
erupted in her small breast.

What was wrong with her? She was about to be savagely raped by
these two negros; who, if the stories she'd heard were true,
would not be gentle and more then likely would use her
repeatedly. Her body shuddered as the hot breath of the boy
behind her tickled the back of her neck and she collapsed limply
into his arms as his tongue slithered wetly over her neck and
into her ear after whispering he was going to enjoy fucking her.
Suddenly she was free, there were no constraining arms holding
her but still she didn't try to escape from between them as the
thought raced through her mind that she was going to be made love
to, though not by the untold multitude of negros she had so
vividly envisioned.

She knew that she shouldn't just be standing there, that she
should be screaming like a maniac and if not running from them at
least fighting, but she couldn't move as her mind all a flutter
with indecision argued with itself on whether or not she wanted
these boys to fuck her and worse still on whether or not she
would enjoy it. Then like a light bursting into brilliance in a
darkened room the very real fact that what she had wanted to
happen, had vividly fantasized happening was going to happen,
though not exactly as she had thought and there was nothing she
could do to prevent it.

Standing between them with her arms at her side breathing heavily
she listened as they talked to each other about how she really
got off being kissed and felt up while smoking and even though
they didn't have any smokes it was about time she put out. She
felt their hands gliding lightly over her body caressing her
buttocks and probing between her slightly parted legs and despite
her fright she began to become aroused. But then she almost
fainted as the face of the boy before her filled her vision
snickering with mirth as he told her Henry had bragged to them
that for a white girl she sucked a mean cock.

With a mixture of fright and stimulation coursing through her and
not wanting to provoke them for fear they might hurt or possible
even kill her she found herself walking unassisted upstairs after
a stern voice had commanded her to show them her bedroom. As
comments about her skimpy clothing as well as how they were going
to pound it to her and have her begging to be fucked beat against
her ears, she blushed profusely. Once in her bedroom and within
an arms length of her bed directly in front of the window she
offered no resistance as they again sandwiched her between them
and began kissing her neck, ears and lips.

Why resist the inevitable? Henry had told. He had bragged to his
cronies that she had sucked his dick and now a couple of them
thought it only right that she do the same and more for them.
Goose pimples prickled her flesh as behind and in front of her
she felt their cocks press against her and she slumped limply
between them moaning softly into the boys mouth who was kissing
her as the one behind her fondled her aroused hard breasts
roughly rolling and pinching her nipples.

Her breathing quickened to a ragged gasp as the realization that,
because of Henry's betrayal, these two, whose attention she had
not willingly sought, but now, strange as it sounded, actually
welcomed, would soon have their way with her. Would they be the
last, or would the others from Henry's gang also want her? And
what about all the other black boys in school? Would they too
want her when word spread that she put out for blacks? Was this
what she had all along secretly wished, hoped and wanted when she
had first smoked their cigarettes and then later sucked Henry's
cock?

Shivers of arousal coursed through her young body and her moans
became more insistent as she ground her small white frame against
first one and then the other, not caring in her arousal, that a
neighbor standing across the street in the darkness and happen to
look up he could see into the bright interior of her room and see
what was happening.

As if from a great distance and barely understood until she
concentrated the whispering voice of the one behind her was
telling her that until this year he'd thought she was a stuck up
skinny white cunt, but what with the sudden change in her dress
and manner at school and now seeing her like this he changed his
mind. Another chill tickled her spine with the realization that
these were classmates, boys that might very well have known her
since first grade and that they had broken into her home for one
reason and one reason only.

The next words she heard confirmed it. "We's going to fuck your
brains out Natalie! Yes sir ol' Lester and me's going to have
your white ass begging for cock. We's going to have you begging
black boy's to breed you, to fill that little snatch of your'n
with nigger cum and make that tummy of your'n swell with child."

Her mind reeled as his cursory demeaning words filled her ears.
Was this what was to become of her, a white girl seeking the
attention and affection of negros, a plaything for blacks to sink
their dicks into, to breed and to use whenever and however they
wished, instead of the loving wife/mistress of her uncle she had
dreamed of becoming. Her heart beat like a bass drum, but
strangely an inner calm washed over her and the panic she had
initially felt slide away as unbelievably their rough fondling
and demeaning remarks began to awaken something primal in her and
as if her hands had a mind of their own they reached up, pulling
the grinning face of Treat back to hers, plunging her tongue
between his thick lips, kissing him deeply.

For long minutes she stood between them, almost swooning as
unbidden, her body visibly shuddered in response to their lips
and hands. Suddenly, she was wrenched from her reverie as the
long hard kiss was broken and she was told to get onto her bed.
Automatically, and as if in a dream, she obeyed. Only, instead of
laying prone she leaned against the headboard drawing her knees
up to her chin, hugging herself with the faint hope of putting
off the inevitable. But that was not to be because with another
command she let her blouse slip from her shoulders to fall
useless and forgotten.

For a moment they stood beside the bed arguing as to which of
them was going to enjoy her first. Then Lester pulled a coin from
his pocket, flipping it into the air, saying heads. With the
casual flipping of the coin and the smirking look of smugness on
their faces, the plight and possible future severity of her
situation surfaced and with it another rush of panic.

She prayed that her uncle would suddenly appear to save her. He
wouldn't let these boys have their way with her. Unable to help
herself, her eyes locked on the coin as it arched through the
air, fascinated, yet repulsed, by the prospect that a coin toss
would determine which of them would fuck her first. As the coin
hit the floor spinning crazily she held her breath and then
gasped as unbelievably it came to rest on its edge.

With her eyes still held by the coin and her chest rising and
falling from her rapid breathing, she wasn't aware either boy had
moved till the bed sagged and one of them  whispered in her ear.

"I guess that means both of us gonna do you at the same time,
Vanilla." Together they climbed onto her bed, propping themselves
beside her against the headboard. Then, in guttural street slang,
the one she now recognized as Treat indicated she was to remove
their clothing. As if in a dream she complied with his wishes.
Slowly unbuttoning his shirt and removing it before undoing his
belt. Then hooking her fingers into the waist band of his pants,
she pulled them and his shorts from his hips and down his legs
while Lester on the other side of her chuckled he could hardly
wait to see if she sucked cock as good as Henry said.

Shifting slightly, she turned to Lester, doing the same for him.
As his body too came into view, Natalie's heart beat so loudly
that she thought they could hear it. It wasn't just the sight of
their bodies making her heart beat so; it was what they were
saying as she undressed them.

"I think this white girl be liking what she sees. She be
shivering with excitement at the thought of these fine cocks
tween her legs." Her mind felt like it was smothered in cotton or
under the influence of a strong narcotic as, with amusement in
their voices, they told her to get naked. Unable to do other then
obey, she slid from her sitting position downward and, once
prone, she raised her buttocks and, unhampered by her short
skirt, which was now about her waist, she hooked her fingers into
the waistband of her bikini panties, sliding them from her hips
and down her legs.

"The skirt too, bitch."

With trembling hands she reached behind her, unfastening her
skimpy skirt, and then it too slid from her hips to follow her
panties at the foot of her bed. As her hand fell to her thighs,
her fingers slipped into the top of her stockings to remove her
last vestige of clothing. A hand fell on hers, stopping her as a
voice whispered in her ear to leave them on, 'cause weren't
nothing sexier then fucking a bitch wearing nylons.

As she lay between them waiting for what was to come next, their
hands began to lightly glide over her naked flesh, tracing every
curve and swell of her young body; strangely calming her frazzled
nerves, while at the same time, heightening her arousal.

When suddenly, but not totally to her surprise, Lester lowered
his face to hers, kissing her deeply, while at the same time
pushing a hand between her slightly parted legs fingering her
pussy. She, for her part, after only the briefest of moments,
responded, parting her lips in willing acceptance to his probing
tongue, while at the same time bending her knees upward and
parting her legs, giving his fingers free and easy access to her
cunt.

That she was shamelessly responding to Lester's kisses and
fondling of her pussy was bad enough, but when Treat's mouth
closed over her left tit, his teeth nipping and biting her
nipple, her body arched upward as ripples of excitement racked
her small frame. She almost passed out as he too pushed a hand
between her legs, joining his friend in fingering her cunt. Her
pelvis, that had only minutes ago been moving slowly in response
to Lester's fingers toying at her pussy, now began moving rapidly
in tight circles pushing upwards to meet the combination of
fingers giving her such pleasure. With her buttocks bouncing
rapidly from the bed in cadence to the fingers inside her
inflamed pussy and with her choking sobs of pleasure and arousal
filling her room despite Lester's thick lips covering hers the
two negros eyes locked on each other with amusement.

As if on cue their mouths left her lips and breasts, their
fingers coated with her cum withdrew from her cunt, leaving her
feeling unfulfilled and needing. Then a voice, sounding like a
thunder clap, telling her to get ready for the fucking of her
life reverberated in her ears, but whether it had been her own
inner voice, eager with anticipation or one of theirs she
couldn't say, but obediently her legs already forming a vee
splayed wider in open invitation.

It was at that moment that she realized that her small hands were
occupied. That unconsciously as they had kissed her lips and
nipples and fingered her pussy she had been and was still slowly,
lovingly stroking their long, thick black cocks. Turning her head
slightly from one to the other she gazed in rapture through
lust-dulled eyes at their upright stiff cocks while continuing to
stroke and massage their still growing pulsing hardness as they
laughingly joked about what a eager little slut she was and how
after they finished fucking her they would see to it that other
brothers got a crack at her snatch.

The bed swayed and jostled as together, and in time to her
pumping hands, their hips bounced in perfect cadence, at first
slowly and then faster and faster. Mesmerized by the sight of
their dark bodies beside hers she subconsciously found herself
comparing each boy to her uncle. Longer? Bigger? Maybe an inch,
possibly even two and almost again as big around but, unlike her
uncle's dick, their cocks had skin covering the whole hard
length. She found that fascinating, but then her thoughts were
interrupted as Treat shifted his position, throwing one of his
legs across her mid-section, slowly raising to a sitting position
over her.

Then, with a jerk of his head and a softly spoken word for his
friend to check out her snatch, he scooted upward. Before Natalie
could grasp what was happening she felt Treats buttocks mashing
her lust-hardened breasts and his knees pressing into her arm
pits as the fingers of one hand gripped one of her pigtails,
lifting her head from her bed while his other hand guided his
cock to her slightly parted lips.

Lester, momentarily forgotten and now hidden from her view,
climbed back onto the bed between her parted her legs, closing
his fingers around each of her ankles almost pushing her feet
under her buttocks before lowering his face to the dew moistened
lips of her pussy and swiping his tongue over her slit. Before
her eyes and less then five inches away swayed what looked like a
large over ripe banana and then her face was being pulled towards
it as a rough voice told her to open wide and get her treat.

Behind the boy whose cock she was about to suck and hidden from
view, she felt Lester, whom she'd momentarily forgotten,
adjusting her legs and then her body jerked convulsively as she
felt his tongue lick up through the sparse blond hair surrounding
her pussy lips causing her to gasp and jerk forward sending her
face even closer to the rock hard dark cock upon which her eyes
were fastened. This close it looked huge, even thicker and longer
then she had at first imagined and as her face drew even closer
she could see the blood vessels and every bump and wrinkle along
its tremendous length as it pulsed and throbbed in expectation
and then her eyes crossed as her lips made contact.

For almost three quarters of an hour Horace had been standing
drunkenly in the shadows looking at the dark house across the
street. Well, dark except for his niece's room on the second
floor where, if his mind hadn't been playing tricks on him, he'd
seen two maybe three shadowy figures moving around when he'd
first arrived. The initial sight had kept him from entering the
house for, as unlikely as it sounded, it was possible that his
sister was right about Natalie. That she had a boyfriend and was
even now entertaining him.

Pissed, angry and befuddled, he had paced back and forth in the
shadows trying to make his drunken brain function. He had wanted
to run screaming from the shadows, burst into the house and upon
catching the punk, beat him to within an inch of his life.

Somehow though, he had held back, staring instead with clenched
teeth and balled fist at his nieces window looking for any
further movement or for the light to go out, either of which
would have indicated she indeed did have a visitor. Now that he
was beginning to sober up though he realized that except for the
first few fleeting moments of movement he hadn't seen anything
suspicious nor had her light gone out. Other than a second or two
when he'd taken a piss his eyes hadn't left the house so when
he'd seen no one leave and saw no further movement came in the
upstairs window he began to think it had been his imagination.

That what he'd thought he saw was in reality Natalie fixing
herself up, maybe even slipping into that sexy school girl outfit
he'd gotten her. He sure hoped so. That she was even now waiting
for him wondering where he was at tugged at his mind and that
thought gave him solace bringing a stupid grin to his face and he
began to unwind. Silently cursing  his damn sister for ever
making him doubt his young lover Natalie. With the knowledge and
certainty that he'd been dreaming the whole thing after all and
that she was eagerly waiting for him, he stumbled from the
shadows and in the most sober gait he could muster, he walked
toward his sister's home and the young lover awaiting him.

Opening the front door Horace stepped into the darkened living
room, only to hit his shins on the coffee table. In chain
reaction-like fashion, he staggered against a chair, knocking it
over, striking his head against the wall and generally making
enough noise to wake the dead.

Surprisingly, other than his burst of curse words, the house
remained silent. Stunned and with head throbbing, he cursed his
clumsiness, as on hands and knees he crawled head down toward the
kitchen mumbling about needing a drink. For a second he stopped,
cocking his head slightly and staring into the darkness toward
the stairway, trying to make out the sound he thought he'd heard.

No, it was nothing, maybe just the house settling like these old
houses do or perhaps even his ragged breathing but for a second
he could have sworn he'd heard something. Then, not seeing,
hearing or even aware that only a feet away several dark figures
who'd also heard Natalie's gasping sounds of pleasure and the
unmistakable grunting response of their friends and knew them for
what they were stifled their laughter as he continued his slow
crawl toward the kitchen.

With a smirking disdainful glance at Horace's retreating figure,
they made their way toward the stairs, bragging in hushed tones
that once they slapped meat to the bitch, even the fucking drunk
would know her screams were of pleasure and then smacking each
other playfully on the back and without regard as to whether or
not they were heard they rushed upstairs eager to get to the
white girl they'd been told was a real nympho who wanted a bunch
of bros, to gang fuck her.

The many years of lovingly sucking her uncle's cock, of using her
mouth and throat to bring him to the point of ejaculation and
then hungrily, greedily swallow his cum filled her brain as with
soft meowing sounds of pleasure her lips parted and she began
licking along the quivering length of dark manhood before
concentrating on its thick bulbous head.

As her tongue danced along it's length and over the skin encased
head she thought how much different than her uncles, this dick
not only appeared but also tasted and smelled. Not really bad,
just different in some weirdly strange way. But it was that very
strangeness, mixed with a touch of fright that she was finding
erotic. Instinctively, as she'd been taught to do, her hand,
which had been gripping the base of his cock slowly began sliding
up and down it's length, pumping it in time to the bobbing of her
head, as her other hand slipped to his testicles, rolling and
fondling them between her small fingers.

Pulling her lips from the head of his cock, she bent her head
slightly lowering her face to kiss and nip at the underside of
his cock, inhaling deeply of the musky stale odor between his
legs before taking first one and then the other of his golf ball
size nuts into her mouth, coating each in turn with her salvia.
Between her bent quivering legs the other boy was still using his
tongue, alternately prodding her puckered anus ring and pussy and
in doing so giving her great pleasure.

As the tongue probing her cunt sent another shiver of arousal and
pleasure through her a sigh escaped from her heaving chest and
her body quivered and jerked as the tongue wormed an inch or so
into her hot wet cunt. Again her lips closed around the twitching
cock before her and soft purring sounds vibrated in her chest as
her ass swayed and bounced in time to the rhythmic probing of the
tongue into her cunt and then her whole body shuddered in
orgasmic delight.

Words she couldn't understand and didn't even try to mixed with
her gasping breath and the jovial laughter of the two boys as the
dick she was sucking pushed deeper into the moist confines of her
mouth. She was in heaven. A boy's cock was between her lips
filling her mouth with its powerful masculinity, sending her
taste buds into overload as it pushed against her tonsils while
unseen but definitely felt, another's tongue was alternately
licking and probing her hot quivering pussy and ass hole.

This was so much better then just her uncle's cock. Nothing could
be better then having her pussy tongued while she sucked cock.
Instinctively, she relaxed her throat muscles wanting more than
anything the wonderful cock she was lovingly sucking to enter her
throat and to send its warm salty spunk into her belly, but then
just as quickly the muscles tightened, preventing the cock from
entering her throat as her mind screamed everything was moving
too quickly, happening too fast. "Slower Natalie, go slower, pay
homage to this boy, lick, nibble and kiss his wonderful tool,
show him how much you like having his huge black dick fucking
your mouth, then and only then can you take him deep into your
throat swallowing his virility and milking his cock with your
throat muscles assuring him not only pleasure and fulfillment but
yourself as well."

Dimly she heard Treat chuckle to his friend that he oughta see
the horny bitch gobble his cock but she didn't care.

In fact, if the truth be known, she would hate to have the
wonderful tonguing of her pussy stop but Natalie wished with all
her heart that Lester could see her ravenously devouring his
friends cock, see it's glistening hard black length disappear
down her throat knowing that when Treat filled her belly with
spunk her ruby lips would be tightly stretched around his cock as
he too fucked her throat. No longer was there any thought that
they were using her against her will, that she was being forced
to do something reprehensible or that they were even of another
race, all she thought of, all that mattered was that she give of
herself freely and in so doing give them, both of them the same
or even greater pleasure then they were giving her or that she
had so often willingly and freely given to her uncle,

Whimpering pleas to be used, to be made their white whore, their
slut, issued from around the cock slithering between her tightly
clasping lips as it burrowed ever deeper into the tight clinging
confines of her throat until finally and to the great delight of
Treat her nose pressed flaredly into his groin and her lips
mashed into his kinky pubic hairs as all 9 plus fat inches
disappeared between her soft ruby lips. With a final tonguing and
lick of her pussy Lester left his place between her legs almost
falling from the bed in his eagerness to view the promised
spectacle.

Moving around the bed till he was beside her head he watched
mesmerized as inch after inch slowly disappeared into Natalie's
hungrily sucking mouth only to reappear momentarily covered with
her salvia before again tumbling forward hiding its glistening
length from his sight. He was so struck with the sight of
Natalie's lips sliding ever further down his friends nine plus
fat inches that he didn't realize he was speaking out loud as he
told his friend to fuck the white bitches throat, to give her the
treat that had earned him his nickname.

Suddenly without warning and before his cock flooded her mouth
and throat with it's promised nectar, Treat pulled his glistening
cock from her tightly clasping lips. Feeling denied and almost in
tears she clutched at the boy hips as the thought of unashamedly
begging him for his cock fluttered across her mind. But before
she could give voice to her thoughts he began taunting her. "It
be Lester's turn to use that sweet mouth of your'n white girl.
Me, I gonna pound that pussy, yes sir Treat's gonna fill that
snatch of your'n with cock, pump you full of nigger juice, maybe
give you a little nigger child whiles his good buddy takes his
turn at your throat. This nigger's gonna breed you white girl but
he won't be the last." and then he climbed from atop her.

Natalie with eyes misting from arousal was too far gone to heed
his words of pregnancy or of becoming a fuck-toy for untold
numbers of negros as she looked expectantly into his smiling
face, her mind focused only on his promise to fuck her, to stick
his dick into her pussy filling her with his cum. Unresisting as
he turned her onto her stomach gripping her slim waist pulling
her lower body into the air she at first didn't understand what
was expected of her, couldn't grasp that he wanted her on her
hands and knees, but realization dawned in her eyes when Lester
climbed onto her bed to sit with legs wide apart leaning back
against her headboard his hand slowly moving up and down the
torrid hardness of his cock.

Moving her knees under her, she stiffened her arms, arranging
herself onto her hands and knees rocking backwards slightly as
with baited breath and a soft whimpering sob of wanton need she
pleaded for his cock. Reaching out, she fondled Lester's
testicles as behind her Treat's cock slithered between her ass
cheeks touching, tickling her pussy. Rolling, kneading the golf
ball size testicles only inches from her face she raised her eyes
to look into Lester's beaming face as she lowered her head
brushing her lips down along the length of his cock, kissing,
licking it till she reached it's hair lined base.

She shivered with excitement at the realization that it was her
lips, her tongue that was making his cock twitch and jerk in
anticipation of her sucking him off and then her darting tongue
touched his nuts licking first one then the other, tasting,
savoring his muskiness. Behind her a hand pressed into the small
of her back pushing downward causing her back to arch even
further as Treat leaned into her slowly almost teasingly pushing
his fat dark cock a millimeter at a time between her pussy lips.
Lester, grabbing her pigtails pulled her face from his nuts
groaning in frustration as despite his effort to guide the
movement of her head he couldn't get her lips on his cock. Hands
tightly squeezing her small waist pulled her backward as with
grunts like a rutting pig Treat pushed another inch or so of his
large dick into her hot wet pussy. Backwards and forwards she
moved in time with the hands gripping her waist, her pussy lips
tightly gripping his thick black cock as it wormed inch upon inch
deeper into her seething pussy.

In frustration Lester released his hold on one of her pigtails.
Grabbing his cock, holding it as well as her head steady and
finally after four failed attempts succeeded in guiding his boner
to her slack, gasping mouth and to his immense pleasure Natalie,
without the slightest hesitation opened wide accepting, welcoming
the new invasion. As her lips closed about his cock drawing a
suction he gripped the back of her head as with his buttocks
bouncing from her bed and excitement tingeing his voice, he told
her to suck cock and drink cum.

She, for her part, slavishly labored to obey his command while
trying her best to concentrate on both cocks; not just the one in
her mouth. As his cock entered her throat her small hands which
had been on his thighs slipped beneath him clutching his buttocks
tightly, kneading and squeezing his ass cheeks in a desperate
effort to assure that his cock didn't leave her throat no matter
how hard Treat pulled her backwards onto his cock. To again have
a cock between her lips was wonderful, fantastic, but to also
have one in her pussy at the same time was beyond description.
Her mind screamed repeatedly as she rocked slavishly between the
two dark bodies thinking she'd died and gone to heaven.

At the kitchen doorway Horace with labored effort pulled himself
upright but because of the pain tearing at his brain he almost
slumped to the floor again. "Jesus fucking Christ my God damn
head hurts. I gotta get another beer. Maybe that'll stop this
throbbing."

Pushing himself from the doorway he staggered through the kitchen
toward the refrigerator and the beer he knew his brother-in-law
always kept there. Pulling open the door he grabbed a bottle,
pressing the cold glass to his forehead, but even that didn't
help. Swaying drunkenly, he leaned heavily against the counter
where, after grabbing a towel, he again staggered to the
refrigerator dumping several ice cubes into it holding it to the
back of his neck and then he weakly slid to the floor beside the
still opened refrigerator sighing contentedly as he closed his
eyes trying to shut out the throbbing pain.

"What the fuck, there's that sound again. Damn my head hurts.
Probably gave myself a concussion. Shit if I didn't know better
I'd say some cunt was getting her brains fucked or killed. Other
then me ain't nobody home but sweet thing and the brat, maybe the
kids having a nightmare. Gotta move, get myself up she's waiting
for me." Looking at the beer he still held he opened it taking a
long pull while subconsciously straining to again pick up the
sound he hadn't quite identified but other then his labored
breathing he heard nothing. Another swallow and the bottle was
empty. Pulling another from the refrigerator he guzzled it down
thinking to himself that he was not only seeing things but
hearing shit as well. "Maybe it's the booze. But what if it
wasn't my imagination, maybe I should check it out. Yea, check it
out, but first I better have another beer."

Behind her Treat pulled her jostling rotating ass cheeks apart,
fascinated by the sight of his 9 plus fat inch black cock sawing
in and out of the white girls tight cunt. Her pussy seemed to be
winking at him as the lips of her cunt sank inward every time he
pushed forward, and sweet Jesus she was tight. Maybe the bitch
was a virgin, but that's silly, ain't no such thing as a 17 year
old virgin and lord look at the bitch's juices flowing, this cunt
is having a constant orgasm.

He chuckled mirthlessly as he told Lester what a nasty bitch she
was. "This be one nasty cock hungry white bitch bro. She be
leaking like a faucet from the fucking we giving her. This whore
be gettin' off fucking two niggers the same time. She be
vibrating like a guitar string."

Choking, nonsensical blubbering came from her cock-stuffed throat
as together the two dark cocks simultaneously and repeatedly
plunged deep into her tender white body. In the beginning she had
been rocked back and forth between them taking first one and then
the other deep into her body but now the boy's were pushing into
her at the same time. It was as if they were trying to meet
somewhere deep inside her. Natalie had never felt anything like
what she was feeling at that moment. She was being penetrated by
two cocks simultaneously and it hurt but yet felt wonderful at
the same time. Together they would withdraw and then as one push
deep into her mouth and pussy as if trying to meet somewhere deep
inside her. Was that possible? Oh God she hoped so, with all her
being she hoped so because what they were doing, the feelings
they were causing to pulse through her slim white body were
beyond description. Oh God, it felt soooo wonderful. She didn't
want the feeling to stop, she never wanted it to stop.

Lost to her was the fact that even as Treat was rapidly pounding
her snatch he had picked up her phone. She wasn't aware that the
malicious laughter or staccato choked comments about her sluttish
behavior weren't directed at either his friend or her but at the
person on the other end of the line. She was only aware of the
mind shattering feeling of ecstasy and the constant trembling of
her slim body along with the brightly hued mufti-colored lights
bursting behind her tightly closed eyes. A silly thought struck
her and she would have burst into laughter if not for the cock
stuffed in her throat. Was the door to her room shut? What
difference did it make, other then her and the two boys fucking
her.

Everyone was gone. But what if they weren't? Would her little
brother or parents have been able to hear what was happening, the
slapping together of sweaty flesh, her labored groans or the
grunts of the two negros breeding her? But the thought vanished
as she concentrated on the pleasure she was receiving as her body
was racked with yet another climax, brought on when Lester's cock
exploded like a volcano in her mouth, spewing his cum into her
throat as it whipped about like an unmanned fire hose between her
tightly clinging lips. Cum, sweet glorious cum.

With throat muscles contracting, milking the torrid length of
Lester's cock and swallowing as best she could she felt the
blessed nectar flood the inside of her mouth and slither down her
throat. It didn't taste the same as her uncles. It had the
consistency of buttermilk and a strong bleach-like taste, but yet
she gloried in it. Relished it and sought desperately to swallow
every last thick drop.

Behind her she felt Treat's fingers tighten, digging cruelly into
her slim waist, yanking her backwards forcefully to meet each
deep thrusting impalement of his pistoning cock until with a last
savage thrust he ground himself against her tightly rotating
buttocks holding himself against and deeply in her. She felt his
quivering cock seemingly grow even longer, fatter, filling her,
stretching her, and then like a raging torrent let loose from a
bursting dam his thick globular spunk sprayed into her. Like
Lester's cock that mere seconds earlier had flooded her mouth
with its cum, Treat's jerked and throbbed twice, three, five
times spewing her insides with its thick globular sperm. With the
first and even the second release of his ejaculation, it felt to
Natalie as if his sperm would blast through her body to mix with
the cum still filling her mouth and she responded by forcefully
shoving backwards in an effort to make it happen.

But what she wanted was impossible and as much as her sex induced
brain wished it to happen she felt a measure of disappointment
when with each seceding throbbing jerk of their cocks the blast
of cum grew less until finally nothing. Then each slipped from
the confines of her sweat drenched body. Without support she
slowly slid forward collapsing face down onto her bed, arms and
legs akimbo breathing raggedly in exhaustion. Dimly she realized
they had climbed from her bed.

Were they done with her? Had they had their fun, but what if they
weren't? Could her small body take another fucking such as just
happened? Maybe, but more than likely they would be like her
uncle. They had cum and like him they would put on their clothes
and leave. Time slowed to a crawl as she lay face down slowly
regaining her composure, while the buzzing of voices droned in
her ears making little sense, unaware that the two weren't
speaking to each other but to someone else in the room.

As her breathing steadied, she rolled limply onto her back,
looking in the direction she'd heard the voices. Surprised and
pleased by the fact that Lester and Treat were still naked and
more surprised still to see that their cocks weren't all soft and
mushy like her uncle's. Were they going to fuck her again? Her
mind struggled with itself. On the one hand she was afraid
another fucking like she'd just gone through would kill her.

On the other hand it had been so wonderful and she hoped they
would. God she hoped so. With all her heart she hoped they would.
What was wrong with her? She shouldn't be thinking such thoughts.
She shouldn't be wanting them to stick their hard black cocks
into her again, thrusting savagely and deeply into her filling
her again with their warm thick sperm, but yet she was. Through
passion filled eyes that were mere slits, she gazed lovingly at
the two negros who had only moments ago sent her mind, her very
soul soaring in heavenly bliss and then her eyes fell to their
semi hard dicks glistening with her body fluids and the remnants
of their spent cum wishing more then anything they were once
again hard.

But who were they talking and gesturing to? Then movement off to
the side of where her eyes were fixed caught her attention and
she turned her head slightly bringing into focus at least a dozen
and possibly even more black youths. A lump caught in her throat
as her eyes looked at the new-comers. How long had they been
there? Had they been witness to her shameless display of cock
hunger and willing surrender to Treat and Lester. If they had
would they also want to stick their dicks in her?

As if in answer to her unspoken questions they began to disrobe
while slowly advancing toward her but instead of screaming her
only reaction was a half hearted attempt to pull the rumpled
sheets about her in a mock attempt at modesty but one of them
stepped quickly forward yanking the sheets from her grasp while
at the same time and in one smooth motion pushed her onto her
back straddling her upper body. As his cock touched then lightly
grazed over her cheek. its path could be clearly followed by the
smear of pre cum left behind as like a guided missile it homed on
her mouth.

Anticipation welled up in her as she looked into the smiling face
above her, enthralled by his words that the fun had just started.
That she had a lot more cocks to satisfy. Unseen hands slipped
beneath her legs, tightly gripping her thighs pulling them apart
while at the same lifting her lower body into the air. An instant
later with her legs being splayed even further apart as someones
hips went between her thighs she felt a long thin cock worm its
way easily into her still dripping cunt. Above her the boy's
voice was commanding her to open her mouth while unseen but
definitely felt the other thrust forward sinking his hard manhood
in one savage thrust into her.

Her mouth opened in an almost perfect 'O', allowing the one
straddling her chest to push his cock into her mouth as a burst
of air escaped her lungs when the boy between her legs thrust his
pelvis against her own. For a split second as her lower body had
been forcefully lifted from her bed and a new cock shoved in her
pussy she wondered if she would be able to pleasure the new
arrivals like she had the two who had just fucked her. The
thought quickly vanished as a small orgasm rippled through her
and her attention centered on the two hard dark cocks thrusting
into her orifices.

She was ignorant of the fact that these new boys had come because
of a call Treat had made while taking her from behind. A call
telling a friend to gather a few guys together cause he had one
hell of a hot white girl that was hungry for nigger cock, giving
them her address telling them to hurry. Despite her initial shock
at the sudden appearance of the newcomers, when the unseen cock
entered her pussy her body responded automatically, her pelvis
thrusting upward to met the hard rapid thrust of the new cock.
Without thoughts as to the number of boys crowded into her room;
only that there were others eager to use her, to shove their
cocks into her mouth and throat, her lips lovingly encircled the
fat knob of this new prick, tasting him, savoring the flavor of
his flesh as she drew a suction taking him deep into the hot wet
warmth of her mouth while at the same time trying to grind her
loins up to met the others deeply impaling cock. As Natalie for
the second time in less then a half hour eagerly accepted the
duel penetration of her body she thought she'd died and gone to
heaven.

That others had mysteriously appeared eager to fill her throat
and pussy with their thick gooey cum almost made her swoon in
ecstasy. Bucking upwards against the one humping into her cunt
while hungrily gulping on the cock in her mouth, she absently
wondered how the newcomers had been aware of her terrible hungry
need. How they had known she would shamelessly surrender her
petite white body to them just as she had Treat and Lester.

Then, like an electric appliance short circuiting her thought
process fried, leaving but a single thought behind. She tried to
speak around the tumultuous hardness filling her mouth to let
them know she loved them, all of them, that she craved their hard
black cocks and that she was theirs to seek pleasure with however
they desired not only for tonight but for all time.

Her arms encircled the pumping hips of the boy leaning over her
chest pulling him further up onto his knees and deeper into her
mouth. Around her bed, her sacrificial alter, the excited voices
of the boys witnessing her cock hunger urged their friends to
even greater effort while in the background Lester and Treat
bragged to any who would listen that they'd been right about how
horny she was. Excitedly telling them they were in for the
fucking of their life when it was their turn. Natalie heard not a
word as the throbbing of the blood pumping through her veins and
her madly beating heart made other sounds impossible to hear.

Slowly opening his eyes Horace blinked several times trying to
remember where he was and why he was sprawled on the floor in
some strange kitchen. Moving his head brought back the pain but
not quite as bad as before and then he recalled entering his
sisters house, stumbling over the coffee table and getting his
brains almost bashed in while in an eager attempt to get to
Natalie his niece and young lover who he'd been certain was
eagerly waiting for him.

Glancing down he saw the beer laying beside him and with some
difficulty unscrewed it bringing it to his mouth and drinking
deeply. Taking another swallow he tried to stand but pain shot
through his head behind his eyes and instead he slumped back
down. Another swallow and he carelessly dropped the empty
reaching for another, this time shutting the door so the light
wouldn't hurt his eyes. A long hard pull on the bottle and his
head felt a little better, and the thought that maybe after
another beer or two he might feel good enough to stand began to
take root.

She wanted them to know, she wanted all of them to know as she
jerked and writhed between her two latest black lovers that she
welcomed their cocks, that she was theirs to use however they
wanted for the rest of her life but her whimpering choked pleas
confessing her servitude were smothered even more as the cock
thrusting into her throat jerked convulsively and like a dam
bursting it flooded her mouth to overflowing with wonderful sweat
thick cum.

She tried to swallow his offering, to drain his testicles and
cock of every last drop of cum but try as she might some if it
dribbled from her lips down her chin to pool on her throat and
then he climbed from her pulling his limp dick free of her
tightly clasping lips and sucking mouth. Unhampered by the weight
of the boys body on her chest she centered her weight on her
shoulders arching upward even higher while twisting and grinding
her loins at the youth crouched like a grotesque troll between
her widely splayed legs. With body spasmodically arching to met
the wonderful black cock pounding into her cunt together she and
the boy screamed out their release and then she slipped back onto
her bed, for a moment alone.

Natalie did not know that even as she had bucked and twisted
under the duel assault or that what she had thought was a muted
vain effort to make her willing servitude known that her
utterances had not been misunderstood nor fallen unheeded. What
she had thought as nonsensical blubbering's of a sex crazed mind
offering her body, her very soul to these black youths had been
unmistakably clear to every boy in her bedroom as she would have
understood if she could have but read their smiling faces and
minds. As two others and then a third stepped toward her the face
of Henry, dear sweet Henry filled her vision and his hot breath
washed over her face as he told her that she belonged to them.
"You be ours now white girl. Your cunt, every part your body be
ours to use whenever one or all of us take's a liking."

By the forth beer Horace's headache was pretty well gone and the
thought of his niece laying upstairs all alone probably asleep
because he hadn't shown up filled his brain. Oh well better late
then never, he'd just have to wake her up and just the thought of
sticking his dick in that tight warm pussy of hers made his cock
jerk with anticipation. Exiting the kitchen he began loosening
his clothes as he made his way to and then up the stairs. He was
going to give his little sex kitten one hell of a surprise.

Suddenly he stopped in mid stride. What the hell was that?
Staring upwards he realized the sound was coming from above
instead of from downstairs or outside as he'd first thought.
Slowly and with each step the sound grew increasingly louder,
more distinct and then he recognized the strange sound or at
least the familiarity of it. A high pitched warbling sound almost
like his young lover made when he was really throwing dick to
her.

But what the hell were those deep grunting groans accompanying
the familiar wail? Were those voices he heard? No, they couldn't
be. What the hell was going on? Surely Natalie didn't have
someone with her. And what about those other noises? If those
were voices he'd heard, that meant she had more than one boy with
her. No, not his young lover. She wouldn't do such a thing. There
had to be another explanation. But if she were alone then why the
hell did that warbling sound that was so much like the noises she
made when she was really into the fucking he was giving her seem
to be coming from upstairs?

Taking the stairs two at a time he wondered what the hell was
going on and then as he reached the top and turned toward his
niece's room he stopped in his tracks hardly believing his eyes.
Before him and crowded just inside his niece Natalie's room were
at least a dozen naked negros; their attention focused on the
place where he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt her bed was.
Pushing his way through the boys snickering chants of daddy's
home, and fuck the white slut, fuck daddy's slut of a daughter
good so he can see how much his little whore gets off on black
cock assaulted his senses and then he was beside the bed staring
in disbelief at his niece whom he loved and the five negros
surrounding her.

The snickering laugh of Henry as his face faded from view after
his last words made her think she had imagined his presence. The
meaning of his words which she was just beginning to grasp made
her head light and for a minute she lost conciseness but even in
the mindless drifting of space she was aware that this time not
two but three of their number had climbed onto her bed. In dream
like tranquility she let her body be shifted, adjusted, resisting
not in the slightest as a strong hand tightly gripped the calf of
her left leg just below the knee holding her leg almost straight
up exposing the swollen lips of her pussy for all to see. As the
bed sank from the weight of additional bodies that pressed in
front and behind her fingers pried her lips open and then the all
too familiar flavor of cock washed over her taste buds.

In a dream-like void she began lavishly paying homage to the cock
in her mouth; even freeing one of her hands so she could cradle
the boy's nut sack. Below her waist she felt a cock slithering
between her swollen cunt lips while what felt like a telephone
pole probed the crinkly ring of her anus seeking entrance into
her ass hole.

Time stood still as the only thing she felt was the terrible
searing pain tearing at her ass hole, nothing else, not the cock
in her pussy or the one in her mouth but try as she might she
couldn't scream for the cock in her mouth was like a plug
silencing any attempt and then her throat muscles reacted on
instinct working to swallow the thick globular sperm flooding her
throat as the dark cock flayed about inside her mouth like an
unmanned fire hose.

Forgotten for a moment was the horrible pain tearing, stretching
her ass hole as with a sputtering gagging reflex she tightened
her lips around the cock. Sucking and swallowing as fast as she
could in an attempt to drain the cock that seemed as if it were
pissing down her gullet. Suddenly the vision she'd had earlier of
her laying atop a rumpled bed surrounded by hundreds of negros
surfaced and then her mind snapped back to the present but before
she could scream as the pain again overtook her another cock
pushed between her lips and all she could manage in the way of
sound was a drawn out muffled gargle as the cocks pounding into
her ass and pussy began a forceful rhythmic pistoning like two
pile drivers.

Tears welled up but her muffled pleas went unheeded. Her
tormentors hadn't and weren't giving her a chance to be
understood, but even if they had listened to her sobbing pleas
she doubted if they would have had any mercy. As her slim white
body bounced and writhed between the three blacks her mind
overwhelmed with rapture Treat's words that he would be the first
but certainly not the last came to her as did the words of Henry
who only minutes ago had told her that her cunt, her very soul
was theirs to seek pleasure with however they saw fit.

With their words ringing in her ears and with her body shivering
in orgasmic delight she realized that it was true, she was
theirs, theirs as well as every other black man or boy that might
show the slightest interest in using her slim white body for
their pleasure and with that realization came the knowledge that
she loved them, she loved the way they thrust into her, filling
her, stuffing her with their monstrous black cocks, she loved
them for doing to her, treating her the way they were.

About her the voices became clearer and obediently she began to
move against the two dark bodies which she was sandwiched between
while at the same time slowly bobbing her head and engulfing the
cock thrusting forcefully between her lips seeking entrance to
her throat. Her ass hole still felt as if it were being
stretched, torn, but strangely she no longer felt pain, only an
all encompassing desire to satisfy and pleasure these scruffy
blacks venting their sexual hunger and depravity on her.

Grunts spaced with harshly hissed demands rained down on her from
all sides and she gloried in their debasement as she sought to
please their every desire and savagely hissed demand. Huffed
utterances of "Take it, you fucking white slut. Take it all. Show
your nigger masters how much you like being fucked by three black
cocks. Show us how much you love it." assaulted her ears and in
response her lithe white body that had only just began to
experimentally move between the three negros began writhing and
twisting beneath their combined assault.

But all too soon and almost as one, the three fucking her groaned
out their release, flooding her insides with a seemingly endless
flowing river of spunk. As the combined cum of the three negros
filled her orifices she in turn shivered in orgasmic delight her
mind screaming in joyful rapture. Then emptiness, as after long
minutes and despite her whimpering plea they withdrew their spent
satisfied instruments of virility. Around her excited voices
buzzed like bees as the boys pulled their spent cocks from her,
leaving her for a moment alone atop the rumpled sheets of her bed
with a glazed look in her eyes and a dreamy smile on her lips.

Again her bed sagged and again she felt her body being twisted,
turned. In a dream-like stupor she found herself facing the open
door to her bedroom sitting astride an unfamiliar dark figure
while before her and standing at the foot of her bed holding his
cock was the grotesquely fat dark body of a boy she remembered as
Leonard. His husky command to suck his dick totally unnecessary
as enthralled she leaned forward and down parting her lips
willingly taking him into her mouth. Tenderly, almost lovingly
the boys fingers glided through her hair and then tightened
against the sides of her head as the boy she was sitting astride
arched his back thrusting his hips upward shoving his long hard
cock easily into her cunt. As her lips closed about the short but
thick cock of Leonard's her tongue swirled around and over its
knob and length as in earnest she began to draw a suction trying
to make him cum.

Willing him to fill her mouth and throat with his glorious spunk
while beneath her the cock imbedded in the seething cauldron of
her cunt began sliding to and fro. Rocking between the two cocks
giving her pleasure she dreamily wished that another boy would
shove a dick into her ass hole. Her mind fixated on the thought
hardly remembering the pain only the wonderful feeling it had
given her before flooding her bowels with hot thick wonderful
cum. But she needn't have worried for even as the thought was
forming in her mind she felt the cheeks of her ass pulled apart
and the cock she longed for being crammed deep between the
puckered ring her anus.

To the delight of every negro crowded into her room and without
the slightest of hesitation she responded instantly to the second
triple penetration. Gasping sobs of cock hunger and lust warbled
from around the cock fucking her throat raising and falling in
response to the effort put forward by the three fucking her. As
her body writhed and humped between and against the three fucking
her she began to dream of an endless line of dark ebony bodies
all with hard thick cocks eager to use her, eager to fill her
cunt, mouth and ass hole with their wonderful cum. But it wasn't
a dream for as Leonard's cock spewed its thick Clorox flavor
spunk into her mouth and before he fell away to be replaced by
yet another eager negro two more black youths stepped forward
pulling her hands from Leonard's quivering buttocks placing them
on their own hard dicks.

Tightening her fingers about their cocks she squeezed and then
rhythmically began to stroke and massage them as in a dream like
state of euphoria she prided herself in her ability to pleasure
not just three but now five of these virile black youths. In that
dream like eternal moment of time as yet another hard cock was
shoved between her lips and deep into her throat she gazed with
rapture and love at the beaming dark faces of the negros eagerly
waiting to use her not aware or registering the fact that amongst
their number was the stunned disbelieving face of her uncle.


                          -- The End --


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