

THE SHATTERING

~ By Lord Horn


BASIC SYNOPSIS OF THE STORY

Being black and having a "brotha" attitude gets you only so far. When you mess around with someone's wife, try to steal his home and try to poison the husband to get his hard earned business empire, it seldom works. This story is a result of what happens when a "white" brother decides to get even with his slut wife, her black lover and his entire gang of "black" brothers. As the saying goes, "A black man has the bigger cock, but the white man has the bigger brains".

PART I - THE DISCOVERY

Eddie "Screwdriver" Pando was giving it to my wife. Hard. The way I thought she never liked it, but apparently she did. His thick black cock was embedded into my wife's platinum blonde pussy up to his balls. His thick meat sawed in and out. Eddie gave a grunt as he pushed in, his shaft thick with my wife's discharge. Sumi gave a grunt as Eddie pulled out up to his shaft's head. A steady trickle of cum flowed from her hairy vagina to the bed sheet. Eddie was grunting. His sweat flowed off his chest into my wife, who was too busy tonguing his hard nipples. She bit his nipples as he came on the downstroke and pushed a finger in his anus as he went up. A sordid pleasure, all for my viewing. My bed was shaking at the force of his thrust. Sumi, a Scandinavian by birth, had first met me when we were in college. We continued our friendship as we grew about. I took over business from my Dad, bless his soul, when he was taken away by God in a car accident. My mother loved him. She went in a coma induced by shock and passed away only a year ago. All through, Sumi was my only pillar of strength. She was the shoulder to cry on and the rock who stabilized my life. I grew our business from just that. A business to an empire. Though I gained business, I lost Sumi. She has always had a preference for black meat. And I always ignored the way she eyed a black man's cock whenever she happened to pass by one. I assumed she was just looking. How wrong was I!

Louie "The Tounge" Bomli was seated on the chair next to the bed. He was naked, he was sweaty and he was tired. No big wonder considering he must have "tongued" and fucked my wife before the Screwdriver went to work on her. Sumi's got an appetite I tell you that. Lying on the floor looking tired and well fucked were Will "Sodomizer" Hunt and Nigel "Door Opener" Hatch. Getting and drinking beer while watching the latest Formula One F1 Grand Prix racing was Mombasa "The Cannon" Doorbell. Yeah, funny surname the last one, but I tell you his prick was no laughing matter.

All must have taken turns to fuck my beautiful Sumi. And there was no doubt in my mind that this time they had gone on two-in-one and maybe even three-in-one.

I watched silently from the window all these activities. It was a blistering afternoon and no one would be mad enough to stand outside in the heat like me. But I waited and watched. I had just recovered and returned from the hospital. I still carried my hand in a sling, my foot in a cast and my back swathed with bandages. This was wrong. Five black brothers, fucking my wife in my own house.

When I had first discovered them, I was appalled. Horrified and angry. I confronted my wife. She cried and apologized, promising it would never happen again ever. When I left home the next day, the five were waiting for me. I knew then and there that they were more precious to Sumi than me, who must have informed them of my confrontation with her and asked them to "take good care" of me to ensure I never shouted at Sumi again. They stopped my car, pulled me out screaming, and beat me senseless with a steel pipe and a truncheon. Good thing they didn't knife me. My stay in the hospital was not a good one either. I understand from Savage, my doctor and co-incidentally my good friend, that she had come to see me in secret. She was with those five as she walked into my room. I understand she had papers with her and a stamp pad. I also understand from Savage that she tried to take my thumb, put it on the stamp pad, get it wet with the stamp fluid and imprint it on the document. I also understand from Bruce, my lawyer and another best friend, that the document was actually something that would have transferred all my business and money to my Sumi and her five lap dogs. That last move broke my back. It was bad enough to see my girl laying down for black jerks. It was not acceptable at all that she simply give away my blood and sweat to those same jerks as share in business, just because they gang-humped her the whole day and night. Its a good thing that Bruce mentioned to Sumi that a thumb imprint cannot do in these cases where conditions of complete business transfers apply, but an appropriate signature in front of at least three witnesses was required for this type of transfer. Backed into a corner, she tried the next best thing, which I stupidly fell for. She turned lovey dovey. For three days she stayed with me, cleaned me, read me books, fed me on a diet of home food and generally did what wives do to take care of their husbands when they really love them. On the fourth day, she again got food for me. She fed it to me with her hand too, albeit hesitantly, as I was all swathed up. I was almost beginning to forgive her, after all, isn't forgiveness the biggest blessing of all? She seemed to recognize my relaxation and coming of terms with her romps in the bed. She broke down. All wet-eyed and quivering lips, and loud heaving sobs, making it look as though she was too embarrassed to ask my forgiveness and that in her heart she really loved me and she was willing to forget the entire episode. I gently held her face in my hand, looked deep into those mint blue eyes and kissed her softly on her lips. "Hush", I said. "Let us not talk or think about this again. Let us get back with our lives. I love you Sumi", I declared in the grand action of one truly in love. She literally hugged me and began crying. I could feel her hot tears staining my hospital gown. As she regained control, she looked at me with doe eyes and said, "I'm sorry darling. I hope in your heart you can forgive me. I hope Papa and Mama, if they are watching from above the sky also forgive me". I held her close and whispered that I want to eat the food with her own hands as a beginning of our new relationship. She fed me and patted my hair after every bite of morsel I took. The food was home cooked, warm and extremely delicious. Too bad it was laced with Propanic Acid. Savage had to man the stomach pumps for five hours for at least three days before I got back from the brink of the dark. I decided there and then that enough was enough.

My mind shifted back to the action as Sumi was almost sucking Eddie's neck off. Eddie was gonna have a heck of a hickey in the next few hours. I understood that Sumi was gonna come. I did not know how many times she must have come, but this looked like a big one. A multi too. And I was correct. She almost took the skin off Eddie's back with her nails as she came. She let go a big scream and literally ejaculated. By the way, when Sumi comes, she ejaculates. She is one of the very few women who have ejaculatory orgasms. Eddie's six-pack took the brunt of fluid from first spasm. Man, it looked real sticky. Eddie couldn't hold it any longer too. He opened his mouth in a silent scream and dumped what seemed like a ton of load into my wife's open vagina, deep into her belly. That was some combined orgasm.

Unfortunately, my face and body betrayed no emotion. Nothing. Over these months, the beatings and the poisoning attempts had made me very pragmatic. And hard. I vividly recall Savage mentioning that my lips were definitely thinner and eyes definitely colder. He also mentioned that he was glad he was not one of the five brothers. I watched the scene without emotion, as if a scientist observing a specimen. Cold, calculated and without taking my eyes off for a second off the scene. When "Sodomizer" got up, came to the bed, turned over my wife, put his cock in her slick pussy for a few times before positioning it over her brown puckered and wet anus, I let a small smile escape my lips. I wanted to watch this. And I did. And it was not before 2300 hours that the party finished. The black brothas got into their giant red Cadillac and drove away. Sumi got up and took a bath and went out for dinner. I waited till she returned. Wouldn't you know it. She came back in the same red Cadillac. I knew what was in store. And I must say I was not disappointed. I got the show of my life. My Scandinavian wife with her five black lovers.

It was only around six in the morning, when I heard the newspaper boy deliver the paper around the corner, that I moved. I was feeling a little woozy what with me yet to recover from my injuries. But beyond the wooziness was a cold determination. I approached my Mercedes and woke Hans up. I slept half the way up to the penthouse. As I moved in, the first thing I did was to brush my teeth. My mouth smelled bad. I also took the razor, loaded up a foam and took a clean shave. A bath was next with the morning newspaper read through the bathroom only. As I towelled myself dry, I looked at myself. I was looking good. The scars were beginning to heal and I did look a little dangerous, to say to myself. Even if half my body was covered in bandages and swathes. I went downstairs, had good heavy breakfast of ham, eggs, rolls and lots of tea. That over, I attended business for an hour in my office on the first floor of my house. After that I shut shop for the day. Staying awake all night was not my idea of enjoyment. I put on my pyjamas, turned on the four-ton dual air conditioners all the way up in my bedroom and slept like a baby. I was out the instant my head hit the pillow. I needed rest and was intent on waiting at least a month before I put my plan into action. During this time I would learn to control my emotions, come face to face with terrible human suffering all initiated to make me tough. I also met a few people in "the business" to understand how vengeance could be extracted. Five black brothas and a hot Scandivian chick. Many suggestions flew around. I tended to listen to the few elder ones for their maturity and mental anguish it would bring to my wife and her five black lovers. But all through I heard one saying again and again, as each one beseeched me for patience before kicking into vengeance overdrive. And that was: "Do not be in a hurry to extract vengeance son, for revenge is a dish best served cold."

...To be Continued 

(Part II - The Ascension)

