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"You're sure this is going to work?" Jack McPhee asked Jen
Lindley as they sat out in his car, their eyes focused intently on the
half-empty parking lot.
"You sure don't shit about being gay, do you ..?" Jen laughed.
"And how do you know so much?" Jack shot back, slightly pissed
off, but more curious than anything.
"The internet," Jen explained. "How else does a kid our age
get to learn all about the darker aspects of sexual perversion."
"And you READ that guys .. truck drivers .. stop at these
places looking for .. anonymous .. gay .. sex in public restrooms."
Jack could barely get the words out. "This is insane, Jen. Let's
just go back to Gram's house and .."
"Quit being such a faggot," Jen laughed. She reached up and
gently stroked Jack's cheek. "This will be good. You'll see. I've
got the whole thing figured out."
"Tell me again WHY we're doing this," Jack half-demanded.
"We're freaks," Jen giggled. "You saw us in that locker room
this afternoon. You got raped, and you were loving it. Same here.
AND, watching you suck cock and get your ass fucked by a big dick was
THE biggest turn on I've ever had in my life. God, I must have cum
like twenty times watching Mark McCreary pound his cock inside your
butt. You two were so sexy, so primal. Then when he was done using
you .. the way he stood up and kicked you away in disgust and called
you a 'fucking faggot'. That was the best of all." She paused.
"This is exactly what we need. Casual, anonymous sex with big, burly
truckers who will fuck us and abuse us like the freaks we are."
"You're a sick woman, you know that," Jack shook his head.
But he couldn't deny it. His cock was as hard as a rock. Every nerve
in his body was tingling. His brain was on overload .. just waiting,
craving, needing.
They were parked at a rest stop off the interstate. Five
people - two couples and a man in his forties -- were milling about
inside the tourist information bureau, drinking coffee and eating
peanut-butter cheese crackers out of the vending machine. They had
all used the bathrooms, which were located in a separate building
about 50 yards behind the Visitors Bureau, and now they just stood
around making small talk.
"The guy in there is definitely looking for action," Jen
observed.
"You keep saying that," Jack was slightly annoyed. "Do you
want me to go in there and get his attention?"
"We don't want queer old fags, Jack," Jen explained
impatiently. "We want big burly truck drivers. Just be patient. One
of them is bound to stop. We just have to wait."
"So you don't want me to approach the guy?"
"He just wants head," Jen answered. "If you want to suck some
limp dick for like $20, go ahead. Knock yourself out."
"I'm giving this ten more minutes," Jack said after a long
pause. "If no one pulls in by then, we're out of here."
"Got one," Jen smiled, checking out the rearview mirror. Jack
turned around in the front seat to see a big, eighteen-wheeler turn
into the rest stop. The trucker parked in the area designated for big
rigs. Then he alighted from his cab, stretched his legs. He was big
and burly, maybe forty-five, with a protruding gut pressed against a
tight flannel shirt. His face was covered in facial hair that looked
like it hadn't been trimmed in weeks. He took off his baseball cap,
scratched his thick, oily hair and then walked up to the path to the
two-building complex.. As he passed the car, the two teens glanced at
him and locked eyes.
Jen smiled, and the trucker just stared. He slowed down,
checked out Jack for a second, and then strode up to the restroom
building casually.
"That's your signal," Jen pushed jack to the door.
"What signal?" Jack protested. "I didn't see anything."
"The smile," Jen explained. "Now get in there. I'll look out
here for a few minutes and go in after you. GO!" she shoved him
towards the door.
Not even knowing why, jack obeyed his best friend. His whole
body shook as he exited the car, closed the door and trotted up to the
men's room. When he entered, the trucker was pissing in one of the
urinals. He barely looked over at Jack, his face cocked in that same
bemused smirk.
"Hey." Jack tried to catch the trucker's eye and smile, but
the trucker only looked over the boy's shoulder.
"Hey," he finally responded. "You look like you could use a
friend," he looked directly at Jack now as he spoke. "You kids lost
or something."
"No .. I mean .. yeah .. I mean yeah we could use some help."
"'Zat your girlfriend?" he asked, still eyeing the door.
"She's just a friend," Jack blurted.
"Pretty girl," the trucker commented, stepping away from the
urinal. He hadn't tucked his penis back into his pants, and it just
hung there, bobbing and hardening. It was short, maybe five inches at
the most, but it was incredibly fat and two long scars cut down the
side like racing stripes. "You're both good-looking kids," he
commented as he approached Jack. "I've never seen you on this stretch
..?" he half-asked.
"We're .. uh .. new," Jack couldn't think of what else to say.
"Well, I'll take care of you." He paused. "You gonna get the
little lady in here."
"Sh..she'll be in .. in a minute," Jack was trembling as the
trucker stood before him and placed his hand atop Jack's scalp.
"She's .. making sure the coast is clear."
"Well, we can keep ourselves occupied til she gets here," the
trucker pressed down on Jack's skull, and the boy instinctively
dropped to his knees on the filthy tile floor. "You got a nice pretty
mouth," the trucker's voice became huskier, more aroused. "What's
your name?"
"J..Jack," the boy stammered as he felt the trucker's short
thick, salami cock graze his quivering lips.
"Well, Jack, you make a pretty little fag," the trucker
suddenly spit down into the boy's eyes. "I like watching pretty
little fag boys suck my dick," he coughed and butted his bulbous
prick-head against Jack's teeth. "Come on, boy. Open up. It's time
for dinner."
Jack took a gulp of air and the trucker battered his thick
dick-sausage between the teen's sucking lips. This cock was different
than Mark McCreary's .. it was thicker, yes, but that wasn't it all.
It tasted dirtier. The gnarled veins and rough scars made Jack fight
back nausea as the trucker piled more and more of his thick, stumpy
tool between Jack's aching jaws. The width and girth of trucker
stretched Jack's lips to an unbelievable circumference, and he found
himself gagging and straining to get even the whole cock-head inside.
"New at this, huh ..?" the trucker scowled unsympathetically.
"Well it's about time you fucking learned how to suck dick, faggot!"
He jabbed his fat prick hard into Jack's mouth and held the boy's head
still, forcing the inexperienced teen to take it all and hard.
"That's it, faggot. That's how you suck cock. See?" he jeered as he
power-fucked the boy's face. "That's not so bad, is it?"
Jack could barely catch enough air between the man's merciless
thrusts. The boy was choking on the thick cock, but the trucker
didn't seem to notice or even care. Jack heard the door creak open.
"Hey, baby," the trucker chuckled. "Take that top off and get
down on the floor here with your little faggot buddy. I've gotta make
Charlotte by dark, so I don't have time for games."
A second later, Jen was topless and kneeling next to Jack.
She shuddered when the trucker bent down slightly and pinched her tits
with his callused fingers.
"Man, you are a pretty little whore," he whistled. "Here you
can take over," he plopped his fat cock out of Jack's gasping mouth
and fed it to Jen. "Give the little faggot here a rest," he laughed.
Jen Lindley had sucked cock before, big ones, too, but never
one this thick and brutal. The trucker just kept shoving it between
her lips no matter how she tried to control it. He was just too
strong and powerful, and his thick stubby dick would not be denied.
"Suck my balls, faggot," the trucker grabbed jack by his hair,
shoved his head down and turned up the boy's face so his young mouth
was nestling the trucker's hairy nuts. "That's it, faggot," he
chuckled when Jack began running his tongue across the hairy nut sack.
"SUCK BALLS,bitch!" He yanked Jack's hair, and the boy obeyed,
drawing one bristley ball between his lips with a wet slurp. "See?
You're learning. Just like your little girlfriend here." The trucker
slammed his cock so hard into Jen's face that his thick cock-head
skewered her mouth and butted into her gag reflex.
While Jen puked up over the trucker's fat pipe, he just
continued hammering away, using her spittle and vomit as lubrication
while he choke raped her.
"Okay, your turn," he pulled out of Jen's mouth with popping
whoosh, and as she gasped for air he brutally shoved his cock back
into Jack's mouth. "Now you lick my ass out while the faggot sucks me
off," the trucker ordered Jen.
Her mind in a cock-daze, Jen Lindley did as she was told,
crawling beneath the trucker and sticking her droling, puke-stained
lips up into the brute's dirty shit hole. Dried turd and hemorrhoids
greeted her snaking tongue, and as she listened to Jack gurgle
helplessly she jabbed and licked her tongue even further along the
man's diseased shit chute. She was so hot, her cunt so wet at their
degradation that she reached down with one hand, opened her jeans, and
began to play with her pussy.
"Now that's a fucking slut," the trucker roared with laughter.
He squatted down slightly on jen's face and let loose a succession of
machine-gun farts that quickly filled themen's room with an ungodly
stench. "CHOKE ON IT, FAGGOT!" he bellowed at Jack, slamming into the
boy's mouth like he was fucking a blow-up doll. 'DRINK THAT SPERM you
fucking queer-assed, cock-sucking FAGGOT!"
Loose, pussy shit dribbled out his hairy asshole and smeared
across Jen's face as she munched on the trucker's putrid butt. He
slammed Jack's face hard around his cock until his balls slapped the
bottom of the boy's chin. Then he fired a hot load of choad into the
boy's lungs, holding his head perfectly still and making the teen take
every last drop. Then, with the casual ease of a grizzly bear, he
yanked Jack's mouth off his prick, lifted him to his feet and then
tossed him in a heap over the sink.
"You keep cleaning my ass out while I butt-fuck the little faggot,"
the trucker growled at Jen. In seconds he had jack's jeans pulled own
and his shorts torn to shreds. Jack's dry, tight, teenage asshole
flinched as it felt the trucker's thick, inhuman cockhead blast
through the tender defenses of his sphincter. Jen kept eating the
man's diseased shit chute while he slammed into her gay best friend.
Jack was sobbing in real pain now, but through the trucker's
hairy legs Jen could see the boy's cock harder than she'd ever seen it
before. Affectionately, she reached out and began to roughly yank on
Jack's tool as the trucker caved in his ass with an ass-thrashing so
powerful that it started tearing the sink out of its moorings.
Jen was more than amazed at the trucker's virility. He had
just cum not even two minutes ago, and yet he hadn't lost one inch of
beefy erection. He kept slamming Jack even harder, battering the
boy's face against the mirror until it cracked and Jack's blood bathed
the broken shards of glass.
Jen looked up and saw the same sick smile on her friend's face
that she'd seen in the locker room during the assault earlier that
afternoon. She was right. Jack McPhee was a freak, just like her.
They were both freaks, and this was the only way either of them would
ever get off. Jack caught Jen's winsome smile in the broken mirror
and grinned back. She pumped his prick until it sprayed in fits and
spurts all over her hand and wrist.
Jack collapsed, and the trucker slam-fucked his ass for
another five furious minutes before he pulled out of the boy and waved
his smoking sausage at Jen Lindley. Jen looked in his eyes and
nodded. She turned about on all fours, pulled down her jeans and
panties til her round ass stared up at the brute's enraged cock.
"Let's see how juicy that pussy is," the truker grunted as he
bent over her, mounted her like a bitch and pummeled her pussy with an
inhuman fury she had never experienced before. While he thrashed her
cunt, he bit her shoulders and the back of her neck, finally clamping
his teeth down on her earlobe and tearing it off while he pounded a
hole in her dick ditch.
Her face pressed against the cold floor, she could feel the
tremors of a cum-quake quiver in her flat belly and then rip down
through diaphragm and into her pulsing womb. "FUCK ME!" she howled at
the top of her lungs as the trucker's rape-tusk gored her uterus and
sent her shuddering and gibbering into a giant puddle of hot, wet,
female fuck.
"Freeze!" the voice cut through the bathroom, and everyone -
Jack, Jen and the trucker - went suddenly still. "Got you, you sick
motherfucker."
Jen and Jack turned to the footsteps that now padded across
the filthy tile floor. They belonged to the fortyish man they had
spied in the Vistors Bureau, the one Jen had thought was cruising for
a blow job. Only now he was in the restroom waving a badge and a gun.
Two uniformed highway patrol officers and a deputy from the Capeside
department followed him.
"Oh, shit," Jen sighed when she recognized the Capeside deputy
as Pacey's older brother.
"You stupid fucking kids," the fortyish, plainclothes officer
snapped at Jen and Jack. "Do you know who the fuck this is? Do you?"
Jack and Jen shook their heads.
"This is HIV-Dan," the plainclothes officer shook his head.
"He's been riding around the interstates for the last five years
infecting truck-stop whores with AIDS." He looked at all the blood
and shit stains spattered all about. He caught sight of Jen's bloody
cunt and Jack's shredded asshole, and he sighed. "You stupid fucking
kids!"

Pacey Witter checked the address he'd written on the scrap of
paper. * That's it, * he said to himself as he checked out the small
house at the end of the narrow, dirt road. He slowly pulled his bike
into the driveway and looked back towards the house when he thought he
caught sight of the curtains rustling. He could feel eyes staring at
him as he parked his bike on the side of the garage out of view from
the road. As he climbed off the bike, a spike of terror shot up his
back and he found himself patting down his pocket, suddenly terrified
that he'd somehow lost or forgotten his $700 passport into untold
pleasure.
* Whew, * he breathed a sigh of relief as his fingers stroked
the folded wad in his pocket. * What if this is some kind hustle? *
This new fear now gripped him, freezing him where he stood. He hadn't
even considered the possibility before. There could be some huge
black guy inside just waiting to shake him down. He turned back to
his bike and contemplated hopping back on and riding like the wind. *
You're being a nimrod, * he calmed himself. * This is a business
woman. She wouldn't be able to survive in this town if she just
robbed her clients. Someone would have reported her to dad, and she
would have been arrested and run out of town. *
For a split second, Pacey's anxious mind flashed a picture of
his father, Sheriff Witter, and his two brothers, both Capeside
deputies. Did they know about this place, this woman? How could they
allow prostitution to flourish within the boundaries of their little
Mayberry RFD principality? Were they staking this place out, getting
ready to make a bust?
Pacey glanced about with another rush of panic. His whole
body felt rigid and brittle, like he could break into a billion pieces
at any moment. His heart pounded in his ears, and he was conscious of
his rock-hard cock as it strained against the sweaty cotton of his
briefs.
"Hey, soldier boy, back here," a voice, a black female voice
interrupted his anxiety attack. Pacey looked into the backyard and
saw the dark figure of a woman beckon him from behind a screen door.
* I'm really going to do this. * The revelation struck him as
almost amusing as he took one step and then another towards the voice.
It took him what seemed hours to cross the side yard and trot up the
back walk. Eventually, however, he reached his destination, the heavy
scent of perfume almost causing him to swoon when he finally stood
before the back door.
Although the interior of the house was somewhat obscured in
shadows, he could still make out most of what lay inside. The figure
had moved away from the door and he saw a very bodacious black butt
swish into the living room. * Oh, yeah, * Pacey licked his lips. *
She is one fine black babe! *
Pacey gripped the doorknob and entered the house. In a
moment, he was staning inside a cramped kitchen area. He heard the
sound of female laughter, took a deep breath, and then followed the
bodacious black butt and perfume trail into the living room.
What greeted Pacey Witter's hungry, young eyes had only
existed in the realm of fantasy before. The bodacious black butt and
soft laughter belonged to a stunning black woman in her early
twenties. She was tall for a woman, about 5'9" or 5'10" in her heels,
and her dark skin and trim curvaceous body slinked with a catlike
grace beneath a tight black tank top and matching miniskirt. Her
bare, black belly lay flat and ripped between her big luscious boobs
and her narrow waist. Just below her navel, her tummy ended at the
hem of her miniskirt, and her hips widened into a thoroughly awesome
lower body. Her muscular, chocolate thighs tapered down her long,
powerful legs, ending in a pair of black heels. Her black body was so
intoxicating, Pacey Witter just stared at it for a few moments before
trailing his gaze back up from the floor and finding her face.
She was absolutely riveting in every aspect. Her face was
exotic and feline. Her arched, pointed eyes reminded Pacey of a
Saimese cat. Her full, glossy lips curled into a truly delicious
smile around a set of shining white teeth. Her long, black hair was
braided in cornrows, that whipped about her black shoulders with every
subtle movement.
"Hey, baby," she finally spoke, shooting Pacey a truly
captivating smile. "You are a young one, ain't ya' ..?" she
half-asked, checking him out while he struggled to find an answer.
"I..I'm eighteen," he tried to assure her, his mind scrambling
to remember his lie. "I'm in the army."
"That's what you told me," she smiled at him suspiciously.
"You got the money, and that's what I'll believe."
Without thinking, Pacey reached into his wallet and produced
the wad of bills. The woman winked at him in approval. "That's what
we like to see," another voice spoke from behind the black beauty, and
Pacey was suddenly aware that there was another black woman in the
room.
She was more like a girl, actually. She couldn't be much
older than Pacey if that. Pacey looked past the first woman and into
the girl's face. She was captivating, but with a totally different
style than the tall, exotic beauty. Her features were fresh and cute,
and she still had a hint of baby-fat peeking out along her young,
plump body. She was sprawled across the sofa, dressed only in a
sheer, lacy cream-colored shawl. Her skin was lighter than her
companion's, and her breasts seemed even fuller and more succulent.
Her tummy was not flat and ripped like first woman's, but rounded and
soft looking. Her face was drop-dead cute, with big round eyes and
adorable dimples. She had much shorter, straighter, silkier black
hair than her friend, and the only make-up she had on was a slight bit
of eyeliner.
"Wow .." was all Pacey could say after his eyes had imbibed
fully in the intoxicating chocolate treats set out before him. "You
two are absolutely breathtaking."
The first woman smiled and cuddled on the couch next to the
younger, lighter girl. "Do you hear that, Cherry," she laughed. "The
soldier boy here thinks we're breathtaking." She opened Cherry's lacy
shawl and tongued one of the girl's plump, exposed boobs.
"Wh..what's your name?" Pacey asked the exotic beauty as she
locked eyes with him and sucked Cherry's cantaloupe-sized breast.
"Tiara," she answered.
"And you're Cherry?" he asked the younger girl. He felt like
an idiot standing there making small-talk with the two gorgeous black
whores, clutching his money wad and watching the one suck the other's
huge tit.
"Mm hmm, baby," the girl answered. "And what's your name
again?"
"P..Pacey," he answered.
"What kind of name is that?" Tiara asked.
"It's a long story," Pacey nodded. "And one I'd rather not
get into with two gorgeous babes ready to get down to business with
the clock running."
"Just put the money down there on the mantle, baby," Tiara
told him. "Then we can get started."
Pacey looked at them again, thanked God for being alive, then
walked over to the mantle. When he set down the money and turned back
around, the women had changed positions slightly. Cherry was now
lying back on the sofa, her head against the armrest. Tiara had sunk
down so that her mouth was slowly working down the younger girl's
plump, caramel tummy. Cherry shuddered with each lick and kiss, and
she tried to force Tiara's head down lower. But the older darker
whore resisted, teasing Cherry's belly with even more kisses before
she looked up at Pacey.
"You can come over and get a better look," Tiara invited him.
"I was planning on it," Pacey grinned, crossing the room, his
eyes glued to the exotic erotic floorshow on full display before him.
"Take your dick out," Cherry moaned, looking up at Pacey as he
towered over the couch. "I want to play with your dick."
"You take it out, slut!" Tiara snapped at her partner as she
nibbled at the top of Cherry's wet mound. "Take that boy's dick out.
You're the ho' here."
Pacey found his dick grow even harder as the dark ho' berated
young Cherry. Cherry bit her lower lip and reached up to Pacey's
trousers. In a split second, she had his belt unbuckled, his buttons
unsnapped and his zipper down. Her skillful young hands pulled down
his trousers and snaked inside his shorts.
"How's that dick feel, slut?" Tiara asked Cherry.
"Mmm," Cherry licked her lips again. "Nice dick," she purred
as she stroked it inside Pacey's shorts. "I like dick."
"Quit yakking and suck that dick, ho'," Tiara hissed at
Cherry. By now she was strafing the younger girl's plump caramel cunt
with her catlike tongue. The light-skinned girl was bucking her thick
hips about while she freed Pacey's hard cock from his cotton briefs.
"Nice dick .." Cherry cooed again when Pacey's sturdy
seven-inch member popped out into the light of day.
"Shut your mouth and suck it, ho'," Tiara slapped Cherry's
pussy and pinched her big, soft tits. "He don't want to listen to
your fucking mouth. Now suck his big dick, you stupid ho'."
Cherry nodded, smiled and scooted up on the sofa so that her
mouth was poised right at the tip of Pacey's bloated cock-head. She
oozed some spit from her lips and coated his prick-helmet before
worming her tongue into his piss-hole. Pacey practically jumped out
of his skin when he felt that, and his knees wobbled. "Ohhhhh, shit,"
he shuddered as he watched bob her head back and forth, working his
cock into her mouth one inch at a time while her spit slobbered in
long strings to the floor.
"Fuck the ho's face, white boy," Tiara reached up and smacked
Pacey's bare white ass. "Come on, boy, jam that big white dick down
the ho's throat." SMACK!
Pacey gritted his teeth and began gently thrusting his cock
between the young ho's light-brown lips. He wanted so bad just to
start slamming his cock down her throat, but he didn't want to hurt
her.
SMACK!! "I said FUCK the ho's throat, bitch," Tiara repeated.
SMACK!!! This time, after the third hard blow to his ass, Pacey felt
himself start fucking his dick harder into Cherry's throat. The young
whore squealed slightly, and he eased up. "Don't try pulling that
shit, ho'!" Tiara scolded Cherry, slapping at the girl's big caramel
tits and biting down on her puffy clit. Cherry squirmed. "Hold your
fat-ass still, ho'," Tiara kept at her, smacking her tits. "FUCK her
face white boy. Give it hard to the ho'. She can fucking take it.
FUCK her fat ho' face." SMACK!!!!
This last blow ripped across Pacey Witter's butt, and he
grunted. Looking down into Cherry's helpless, bleary eyes, Pacey was
suddenly overcome with a carnal ferocity he could not control.
Ignoring the young whore's gagging gurgling groans, Pacey began
driving his dick harder and harder between the girl's lips. She tried
moving her head aside to escape the onslaught, but Pacey held her face
still and made her take the full fury of his face fuck.
"That's it, white boy," Tiara cheered him on. "You don't ever
let no ho' get away with that shit. Fuck that ho's fat face. Choke
her with that big white dick, boy. Fuck her worthless ho' mouth."
"Shit!" Pacey Witter cursed as he allowed Tiara to spur him
on. Cherry's big eyes were huge now, the pupils dilated in terror, as
she gasped and struggled to breath under the suffocating choke fuck
she was being forced to endure. Sweat dripped from Pacey's brow,
sizzling on her hot caramel skin while she thrashed about in agony.
Between Pacey's brutal throat throttling and Tiara's savage pussy
eating, Cherry's light-skinned body was trapped between agony and
ecstasy.
"Harder, fuck the ho's face harder," Tiara snarled between
mouthfuls of Cherry's hot, sopping cunt. "Choke the ho' with that big
dick, boy."
"Uggghhlllggppllll .." Cherry began writhing about in a
spastic frenzy. Pacey just fucked her harder.
"That's it, ho', cum for your big sister," Tiara spit at
Cherry's clit while the younger whore bucked her hips uncontrollably.
In a second, Pacey's eyes became transfixed on the girl's caramel
pussy when a stream of liquid jetted up from her drenched cunt.
"That's it, baby, squirt for your big sister. See that, boy. That's
a squirting pussy," Tiara explained to Pacey. "This little ho' is a
fucking freak."
"Oh, my God," Pacey Witter whispered. "That's the most
beautiful thing I've ever seen." His balls twitched and his knees
began shaking. "FUUUCK!" He wailed, slamming his dick hard into
Cherry's windpipe, smashing her howling mouth up against his stomach
and draining every last drop of his teenage spunk into her soft,
caramel belly.
He continued pumping into her throat for another minute or so
while Tiara licked all the fuck from the younger whore's pussy. "You
fucked her face pretty good for a white boy," Tiara rubbed Pacey's ass
as she spoke now. "So how was that, baby?" she asked when Pacey
finally slid his dick out of Cherry's gasping mouth.
"Pretty unbelievably awesome," Pacey sighed.
"Well, you ain't done yet, baby," she smiled, sinking to the
floor at his knees. "We got plenty more games to play. How does that
sound?"
"You're the boss," Pacey laughed.
"You better believe it, white boy." She turned to Cherry, who
was now just sprawled out on the couch in a blissful swoon. "Get down
here and suck some more dick, ho'. You ain't done yet." She turned
Cherry over on her side and slapped the girl's thick, caramel ass.
"Just because you're my sister, don't go thinking you don't have to
work for your money, ho."
Cherry huffed but slid down onto the floor next to Tiara.
They were now poised right below Pacey's spent and softening prick.
"Is she really your sister?" Pacey asked as Tiara shoved his shrunken
schlong in the younger girl's face.
"Yeah," Tiara nodded. "Little ho' wants to go to college and
be like daddy. He told her she needed to get a job if she wanted to
do that shit, so I took her in with me."
"How old are you?" Pacey asked Cherry as she sucked his dick
back to life.
"16," she answered.
"You don't go to Capeside ..?" he half-asked, suddenly
terrified that she did and that she recognized him. But he knew
everyone in school, and he certainly didn't know her. She was black,
and there was no way he could have ever missed her in the halls.
"I go to Starkweather Academy," she smiled up at him,
lavishing his now rejuvenated cock with a passionate flutter tonguing.
"Oh," Pacey almost laughed. Stakweather was the private
academy about ten miles outside of town. The thought that a
Starkweather girl was down on the floor at his knees sucking his cock
amused him greatly.
"The ho' got in on a quota scholarship," Tiara taunted her.
"Did not," Cherry protested.
"Look at the ho'. Big tme Starkweather girl, and she didn't
even know how to suck dick proper til I got a hold of her."
"I did so," Cherry snapped back.
"Ho' heard it was called a blow job, so she took the first
john she ever had, put his dick in her mouth and blew .." Tiara
snorted in laughter. "Ain't that some funny shit?"
Pacey laughed even though he saw Cherry was getting angry.
"She's making that up," Cherry tried to fight back.
"Did I say you could talk, ho'?" Tiara slapped her sister
across the mouth hard. "Don't you ever TALK til you are spoken to.
You got me, ho'?" She gripped Cherry's face in one hand and squeezed
her cheeks in until her mouth puckered. "You got me?"
"Yes." Cherry's voice was obedient, but her eyes were still
afire.
"You want some of this Starkweather pussy?" Tiara asked Pacey.
"Sure," Pacey nodded.
"Ho' needs to be fucked like a dog." Tiara stood up and
patted the sofa. "Come here, girl," she spoke to her sister like a
dog. "Assume the position and spread those fat brown butt flaps."
Cherry passively crawled up on the couch, and knelt on the cushions,
pointing her big, brown ass out. WHACK! Tiara struck Cherry's big
butt with her open hand. "Spread those flaps, ho'," Tiara hissed at
her younger sister.
WHACK!! Tiara struck her sister again, and Cherry complied.
The young, brown whore reached behind herself and gripped both her
butt cheeks in each hand. Then she spread them apart to reveal her
fuck holes still sopping with female fuck.
"Take a belt to the ho'," Tiara reached down to where Pacey's
trousers bunched up at his knees. In a second, she slid out his belt.
She folded it in her hands and handed it back to Pacey. "Ho thinks
she's better than you, white boy. When you leave here, she's going to
laugh at you, go back to all her Starkweather friends and forget about
you like you're NOTHING! You going to let her do that to you, white
boy? You can let this ho' forget you like you're nothing?"
"Please don't whip me?" Cherry whined. "Please."
"She's playing you, white boy," Tiara laughed. "You going to
fall for that shit?"
"Please .. she's lying. It's not like that .." Cherry begged.
"It's your decision, white boy. You can either be a joke or
make her remember you the rest of her life."
"She's .." Cherry started.
CRACK! "Quiet!" Pacey lashed the belt hard against the young
whore's big, brown bottom.
"Please .." Cherry tried again.
CRACK!! "I said QUIET!" Pacey reiterated. It felt good to
beat her fleshy ass. It felt good to strike a woman, to make her feel
pain. She was only a black whore, and Pacey knew it was Andie's white
ass that he truly desired to scourge, but the young caramel slut would
have to do. He had paid his money, and now he was going to beat some
serious ass.
CRACK!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!! Each blow was louder and
harder, and Cherry just sobbed as he lost himself in the sadistic
pleasure. The blows started cracking like a thunder storm of pain,
then, and the whole universe ceased to exist except for his arm, the
belt, and the fat brown butt that submissively withstood every bit of
anger and heartbreak flooding his soul.
"FUCKING WHORE!" Pacey Witter now stormed as Cherry collapsed
in a plump heap beneath his assault. Her brown butt was scourged with
red welts now and purple bruises, and her gaping fuck holes were even
more sopping wet. As Pacey continued pounding away, he saw the girl's
pussy puddle up again and fire another spurt of female fuck. "Shit?!"
Pacey stepped back and looked at the squirting pussy in awe.
"Ho' likes to be whipped," Tiara rubbed her sister's ass,
knelt down and drank her pungent fuck. "Makes the fat bitch cum,
doesn't it, ho'?" she asked her sister.
"Mm hmm," Cherry purred. "I'm just a fucking whore. Fuck me
like a whore. Please .."
Pacey stepped up to Cherry's thick ass and parted her brown
flaps. He'd never buttfucked a slut before, but today he wasn't going
to be denied. While Tiara alternated between licking her sister's
pussy and sucking his balls, Pacey pressed his bloated prick-helmet
against the big girl's brown butt hole and pushed forward. Her ass
was already slick with sweat and fuck, and he was amazed how easily he
slid into the tight, warm slot.
Her ass pipe felt so much different than a pussy. It wasn't
the tightness, exactly, it was the snugness. He was now gripped
between two of the strongest muscles in the human body, and as he
plowed in deeper he could feel Cherry clenching and unclenching
slightly, milking his stiff white prick. Tiara had her tongue up his
own ass now,and he twitched at the sensation.
"Hold still, white boy." She steadied him with her hands
before she went back to tongue lashing his sphincter. A second later,
Pacey felt something else entering his ass. It was slick and cool,
and it slipped in like a small snake. He turned around slightly, and
saw that Tiara had put a rubber glove over her hand. The glove was
covered in some kind of lubricant and the beautiful black whore was
massaging the teen's prostate. She slowly worked more and more of her
hand up Pacey's asshole while he shuttered and grunt-fucked Cherry's
tight, plump butt.
Every time he powered into the girl's brown ass, he sent a
tremor through her body. Her soft brown flesh rippled up her thick
butt, over her hips and back. Her tummy wiggled and her tits bobbed
back and forth like ripe melons hanging on a vine in a hurricane.
Drool rolled down her fuck-blissed face, and she started sucking her
thumb like a baby as he savaged her big brown ass.
Meanwhile, Tiara was twisting her whole hand into Pacey's
distended anal cavity. He gasped and grunted with every forceful
thrust of her hand, but he rode out her brutal fisting. After the
initial shock, he actually began thrilling to the mix of pain and
pleasure seizing his bowels. He bit his teeth into Cherry's fleshy
shoulder and humped her butt crack even harder. Tiara's fist seemed
to be all the way up to his lungs. She screwed her wrist like a drill
bit, and he shrieked like a banshee.
Then, as quickly as she had filled him, she suddenly popped
her hand out and left him utterly and totally vacant. "Don't stop,"
he heard himself gasp.
"You liked that, huh, white boy ..?" Tiara hissed in his ear.
"Yes," he moaned. "Yes .."
"You're an ass queer, ain't you ..?" she bated him. "All you
sissy white boys are just fucking ass queers, ain't ya' ..?"
"Yes," he blathered uncontrollably as he pounded into Cherry.
He was willing to say or do anything just to feel the whore back
inside the gaping void of his ass-pipe.
"Beg me to fuck your pink cherry ass with my big black dick."
She raked her razor-sharp fingernails across Pacey's back as he rutted
inside Cherry's butt. Then Tiara pulled his head back by his hair and
turned his eyes to face her.
The black amazon was now sporting a huge, 16-inch black dildo
the width of a baseball bat. It was strapped about her powerful hips
and it pointed straight out like a python poised to strike.
"Oh, shit .. no .." Pacey gasped, shaking his head violently.
Suddenly he realized what he'd just gotten himself into. This whore
wanted to rape his ass with a monstrously huge black dildo.
"You're never going to be able to cum good again now that
you've had your ass stimulated, white boy," Tiara snickered. "You
know how good that felt with my fist shoved up your white ass. From
now on, no matter what you're doing or who you're fucking, you're
going to want something hot and hard shoved up that sissy white ass of
yours, boy. You know it, white boy. You can't deny it, and you can't
fight it. So just get it over with and beg me, white boy. Beg me to
fuck your pink cherry ass with this huge black dick."
"Please .." Pacey began to cry now.
Tiara snickered, rubbed some lube on the huge helmet of her
battering ram, then just plowed into Pacey's puckered, lubed asshole.
Pacey tried to fight it, tried to clench off his ass-pipe, but he was
as helpless against Tiara's assault as Cherry had been against him.
While he squirmed like a stuck pig, buried deep between Cherry's thick
caramel flaps, Tiara crashed ahead and caved in what was left of his
tender ass cherry.
The powerful amazon whore was now fucking both Pacey and
Cherry, slamming them into the sofa while she screeched in absolute
joy. "Fuck me," Pacey Witter cried helplessly. "Make me your bitch.
Make me your whore," he whined as she thrash-fucked his ass to
oblivion.
Inch by excruciating inch, she drove the 16-inch rape-spike
into his colon, impaling him while the blood streaked and slicked the
mammoth black fuck-truncheon. Both Pacey and Cherry were now
gibbering like chimpanzees as Tiara drilled them into the sofa. She
was barely half-way inside Pacey Witter before he felt his balls sting
and his piss hole blow out another volley of teenage spunk. He
flooded Cherry's ass valley, and then slumped over.
Tiara now rattle-fucked Pacey, whose limp body flopped around
inside Cherry. The plump, young whore came a third time, drenching
the sofa in another torrent of fuck. And Tiara pressed onward,
forward, further, deeper. 10 inches .. 11 .. 12 .. 13 .. She smashed
into Pacey's ass with every ounce of brutality she possessed,
gradually rendering him into a total fuck zombie. "Beg me, white boy.
Beg me for all of it," she hissed.
"Yes," Pacey Witter wept. "All of it .. please .. all o fthat
big black dick."
"FUCKING SISSY-ASS WHITE BOY!" she howled, plowing the last
three inches inside him with a decisive, devastating thrust.
Pacey's body snapped up in agony as he rode every inch of her
ass-raping fury. "Fuck me .. fuck my white ass .." he blubbered.
"Rip open that pink ass with your big black dick."
"Witter!" a deep, male voice boomed across the room, shocking
Pacey and the girls into a frozen terror.
I know that voice, * Pacey looked up in horror. * Oh, my God
..NO! *
The teenager and the whores watched in horror as a large black
man strode into the room. "Daddy," Tiara and Cherry sang out in
unison.
"I'll deal with you two later," the man pulled Tiara off Pacey
then savagely tore Pacey off his youngest daughter. "Fucking piece of
white trash!" The black man bitch-slapped Pacey Witter.
"Principal Green .. please .. " Pacey cowered beneath the
strong black man's blows. * Oh, my God, he's their father, * Pacey
screamed to himself in horror. * Principal Green's daughters.
Principal Green just caught me fucking his daughters .. *
The black man dragged Pacey's naked, broken to a standing
position after almost ten straight minutes of ass-kicking. "I think
your father .. the sheriff would be very interested in what I found
here today. I think he'd be VERY interested."
"Principal Green, you can't .. Please .. my God .. you can't
. I'm so sorry .. I'll do anything .. I'll do FUCKING ANYTHING! You
can't .. you just can't .."
The Principal smiled. He'd been playing the Badger Game with
his two whore daughters ever since he'd rolled into town. So far,
they'd all been supplementing his principal's salary quite nicely,
Tiara and Cherry hustling tricks and Daddy shaking down hapless johns
when he stormed in on them in flagrante delicto. Usually, this just
entailed emptying their pockets, or possibly bleeding them for further
funds if they were one of Capeside's wealthier citizens. In the next
room, hidden from sight behind a false mirror, Mrs. Green, the
Principal's wife and the girls' mother, was right where she belonged,
manning the camcorder and videotaping everything for posterity. If
Pacey Witter even balked, the whole town would soon be seeing him
scream for "black cock" while being anally savaged.
"Please .. Principal Green," the boy wept pathetically. "I'll
do anything."
Having the sheriff's son under his thumb could prove very
useful to Principal Green's little operation. He and the girls had
struck a real payday. He looked down at Pacey's groveling form and
something else occurred to him. The handsome boy could be quite a hit
with some of Capeside's more specialized interests. Green had often
gotten calls from men who wanted to sodomize fit, hung teenage boys.
Pacey Witter would be perfect. But first he would need to learn the
ropes.
Principal Green unsnapped and unzipped his pants, and Pacey
just nodded. The teenage boy looked up at the principal's thick,
12-inch dick, which wasn't even at full erection yet. "Suck it, boy!"
Principal Green sneered. He didn't even give Pacey time to obey. He
just grabbed the boy by his hair and forced his mouth over his inhuman
ebony throat fucker.
Pacey puked when he tasted the black man's savage rage, his
vomit spattering across the principal's spit-poilshed, patent leather
shoes. The girls giggled and Cherry proceeded to strap on the 16-inch
dildo and tease it against Pacey's blasted ass-cheeks. Pacey
continued sobbing and puking.
"Relax and give me that throat, Witter" Principal Green jeered
as he started jam fucking his black dick into the boy's heaving mouth.
"You know what a man likes, boy."
"He sure does, daddy," Cherry slapped the teen's ass and then
shredded his sphincter with one thrust. "Come on, ho', ride that
black dick," she giggled.