H. C. Hawkes has told a plain tale of light and darkness-of one young woman's tortuous odyssey out of the one., into the other; but in so doing, he has done more. Hollywood Virgin is a psychologically accurate graph of the Western psyche, from its outer layers, which are visible, its inner depths, which we hide from the world.
One of the most fundamental and deep-seated associations in the human mind is of light with good and darkness with evil. The antiquity of this idea-since it arises from the very revolution of the globe on its axis, tin diurnal shift from the light of day to the mysteries of the night-antedates by an awesome span the first stirrings not only of Western Civilization but all civilizations as well; it reaches back into what I might call the "historical id," the collective unconscious of the human species.
But in our culture, far more so than in any other, from its earliest stirrings, the black man came to be the living symbol of this primeval darkness. We see the black man not as he is but through this subjective screen, clouded with fear and unacknowledged longings; in our minds he is the very manifestation of that which we would rather remained buried, out of sight, suppressed; he is a constant, ever-present reminder of that part of us which our tradition calls "bad".
The entire history of our race can be seen as a vast interplay between these forces of subjective light and subjective darkness: the Crusades, the Inquisition, the Reformation, the conquest of "inferior" races in North and South America, slavery (with its peculiar, underlying, all-pervading guilt unknown to other slave-holding societies), the American Civil War, and of course the racial upheavals of today, which threaten to bring all this to a head and from which white America may never fully cover-just as Hawkes' Virginia Holden will never recover from her first contact, through a black man, with the hidden and unsuspected core of her own sexuality. Perhaps it is no accident that this story is set in Little Rock. Painfully, excruciatingly so, it is all coming out into the light. This book is a microcosm of that dark birth.
Traditionally, the devil is black. In Dante, "The Emperor of the Universe of Pain is ... the color that one finds on those who live along the banks of the Nile, literature of the Middle Ages abounds in references to the "tall black man" who comes in the night. In Othello, Desdemona's father-with no proof, but with an innate certainty-accuses the Moor (by which the Elizabethan's meant Negro) of seducing his fair daughter with the "drugs and minerals" of Hell. And we need no one to impress upon us the utter outrage felt by this white father when he hears Iago's malicious accusation: Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul; Even now, now, very now, an old black ram Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise; Awake the snorting citizens with the bell, Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you. Indeed, throughout the play, we hear in Iago the familiar voice of the white racist of today; to a very large degree one senses that he actually believes his own lies about Othello-or at least feels them justified. Iago, if he joined the Klan tomorrow, would make Grand Wizard within the month. I have forgotten who said that the racial conflict in America today arises from the white man's deep-rooted feeling of insecurity about the Negro male's supposed sexual superiority-the fear, in other words, that a time may come when the black man will take the same liberties with his women as he has always taken with the black man's women.
I said that these psychic depths contain longings as well as fears: because, while in the darkness one cannot see, neither can one be seen. And in many of us the thin skin of the superego, stretched like a hymen between our daylight and our dark, is very tenuous indeed. Note how rapidly-almost with a kind of ease-Virginia's long-suppressed lusts rise to the surface under the stimulation of her brutal abductors. We realize that she has lived on the threshold for a long time; she needed only a slight push. The appearance of the black man, like the horse, in the dreams of women nearly always represents unconscious sexual yearnings; at night the membrane becomes porous. Dr. Emil A Gutheil, the psychologist, says that, "In the United States, the Negro appears in dreams of white people as a symbol of repressed desires, or as a symbol of white, but otherwise tabooed persons. It is the 'second ego' or the 'person in the dark.' " For Virginia the dream has broken free of its bonds and intruded forcefully upon her consciousness. Before going out into the night in search of her "person in the dark," she looks at herself in the mirror. "The face in the mirror smiled at her. It was a wicked smile, full of lust and sinful longings for carnal pleasures-the very things Virginia had been suppressing all her life."
Virginia's father was a "Hell-fire preacher," and her upbringing was Puritan, through and through. The Puritan motto is, as everyone knows, "Pleasure is sin." Hence the closer one adheres to the rules-the further he keeps his distance from "sin"-the further he also remains apart from pleasure; this sets up a tension; the membrane becomes as taut as a drumhead. Strongly religious people are therefore at a disadvantage; it takes more to satisfy them when the drumhead breaks. Intense pleasure requires intense sin. When religion people fall from grace, they fall very hard and usually do not recover. When they embrace the Evil One, they find they cannot let go. Says Gutheil: "Religious (white) people also associate the figure of the devil with the 'black man.' " Virginia knows she is possessed, but does not et know the depth of the possession. " 'Just this once,' she whispered to her reflection. 'Then everything will be back to normal again.' " She says to herself: "A demon has possessed you. Hurry now! Go do what you must to exorcise him'"
But such demons are not so easily exorcised. Hollywood Virgin is constructed in the shape of a hollow pyramid. At the top, in the homey, apple-pie daylight of Puritan America, Virginia Holden and her faithful husband Harold are making love in a bathtub. Their little son Mark is snug in his bed. The sex this husband and wife are enjoying among the sloshing bubbles is full of tenderness and love; it is a wonderful experience. It's clean fun. This is the first time Virginia has ever had a bath with her-husband; perhaps it is the first time she has ever allowed him to see her nude body with the lights on. Sin and pleasure, after all, belong to the darkness. Hawkes' erotic description of this incident is detailed and vivid; and yet one is strangely unmoved, untittilated. It is too wholesome for us. The bath itself symbolizes purity; how many of us have not heard, as children, repeated over and over by his mother, this phrase?-"Cleanliness is next to Godliness." In the midst of coitus Virginia says: "Oh, Harold. I love you. I love you." But we would rather hear her say-and she will: "Delicious! Hot and musky and slick and slimy! Ball juice! Nigger ball juice! Dirty and vile and sweet and wicked!" Pleasure is sin. (Notice also that the Negro's hair is always "greasy", just as snakes are always slimy-two little gems of American mythology.)
Inside the pyramid, quivering in the half-light like a mirage, just below the apex, stands Wash, a huge, naked black man with an erection that staggers the imagination, poised for the spring, ready to pounce at any moment upon our wives and children; one glance at him sends us scurrying for our ropes and shotguns.
Far below, on the broad floor of Hawkes' structure, in the hot, panting gloom of the subconscious, one half-step above the animal kingdom, we perceive a veritable sea of black men, each one's phallic endowments more massive than the next. They have been there all along, but they are strangers to Virginia; she leers at them hungrily. They have paid their price and are waiting their turns, snorting impatiently, pawing at the brimstone with their bare feet, their white eyeballs glaring upward, watching for the drop. Black flames lick about their haunches-eternal flames, for hellfire is inextinguishable. When in her rapid downward progress Virginia reaches these demons at the base of the pyramid, all thoughts of exorcism will have been thoroughly burned from her mind.
The opposing forces are clearly defined. Virginia, Harold and little Mark stand for consciousness, Wash, Red, Bob and the sex-mad Lotta for the unconscious. These two are at war, but the final outcome is not in doubt. True, somewhere between the top and the bottom the embattled superego, sensing defeat, makes a few desperate rallies, such as destroying Virginia's abductors by fire, but that fire is feeble and utterly ineffective-a mere spark compared to the raging holocaust they have ignited in their victim.
"The heat in her loins was a terrible thing. It was a raging hunger such as she had never known." Masturbation does not help; for "to her horror and complete amazement, the fire inside her cunt burst into an inferno of all-consuming lust. The mental picture of Wash's incredibly sweet organ rushed back, biting into her brain and sticking like a leech. It would not be driven away this time. It sucked at her mind till Virginia realized the awful truth. There was only one way to put out the fire within her. It would take a huge, black fireman ..."
Some twenty centuries ago, at Qumran on the banks of the Dead Sea, far from the barbarian tribes of Europe, in the gathering dusk of the Classical Civilization and the pre-dawn of the Western, a scholar of the Brotherhood of the Essene sat at his desk composing a treatise on the coming Doom. It was entitled, The war of the Sons of Light and the Sons of Darkness. The Doom has not come-not yet-but the War rages on.
CHAPTER ONE
Harold scooted across the couch and put his arm around Virginia's shoulder. She gave him a brief smile, then went on reading the evening newspaper. As she turned from the front page, he began kissing her neck and ear. Still she ignored him and went on trying to read. His hand slid intimately over her knee.
"Harold. For goodness sakes, honey, let me read the paper," she protested.
He chuckled "Go ahead, baby," he said softly, nuzzling her neck, Virginia tried to continue her reading but couldn't. Harold's lips kept working at her neck and his hand began stroking her nyloned thighs. She clenched her thighs together to stop his wandering hand, then dropped the r to the floor.
"What's come over you this evening?" she asked, turning her face toward him with a teasing smile.
"I love my wife and I'm horny as the devil. Let's go back to the bedroom."
"It's not bedtime, Harold. Besides, we can't"
"Why not? It's not your period, I hope." She laughed. "No. Not for two more weeks yet." "That's a relief," he breathed, hugging her closer and pushing his hand higher between her thighs.
Virginia accepted his kiss, opening her mouth little by little to take in his darting tongue. When his fingers brushed the lips of her pan tied cunt, she sighed and let her legs open slightly. She sucked his tongue as he teased her pussy through her panties. In less than a minute she felt his fingers hook under her crotchband and begin trying to enter her.
"Slow down, darling," she breathed, pushing him away. "Come on, Ginny," he coaxed. "Let's go have a quickie."
"Mark is still in the tub." "Go get him out and put him to bed." "It's too early," she protested.
Harold's hands cupped her face lovingly. He looked into her eyes. "Then let's have a quickie while he's bathing. Come on."
Virginia was moved by his urgency. "I'll get him out of the tub and into bed. Maybe he'll go to sleep early."
"I hope," Harold grinned, leaning forward to kiss the tip of her nose. "The condition I'm in, I doubt if 1 could wait till bedtime."
"Sex maniac," Virginia teased.
"It's your fault for being so pretty," he countered.
"I love you, Harold."
"Then prove it. Take me to bed and show me."
"All right, darling. But first, let me take care of Mark," she said, rising from the couch and moving toward the bath.
"Then you can take care of me," he called after her.
They both laughed as Virginia hurried down the hall. Still smiling, she went into the bathroom, put down the toilet lid and sat on its decorative cover, using the John like a chair. Leaning forward with her chin in her hands, she watched her young son splash happily in the tub of warm water.
"Fun, Mama. Fun," he said, suddenly striking out at his toy boat and sinking it with one bomblike blow. He laughed shrilly as the plastic boat shot back to the surface and rode the waves.
Virginia laughed with him. It pleased the boy and he immediately sank the boat again, this time watching his mother's face as he jumped up and down.
"Hold on, podner," Virginia grinned as a wave came sloshing over the side of the tub and wet the tiled floor. "You're getting too big for that."
"Mark a big boy, Mama," he said proudly.
"Mark certainly is," Virginia cooed. "Mark is Mama's little man."
She let the boy play for a couple more minutes, then took a soiled towel and spread it over the puddle beside the tub. "Come on, sweetheart It's time for bed now," she said kneeling beside the tub and holding out her arms.
He stood up and waited for her to inspect him. "Wash good, Mama," he said.
"How about your face?" she smiled, noticing that hadn't been touched.
"Wash good," he said again.
"Okay, pal. Okay," she chuckled, but got the washcloth to scrub his face anyway. Holding the back of his head, she managed to get his face clean with him squirming and sputtering.
There was one other part of his anatomy that Mark always forgot to wash. Virginia took his tiny penis between her thumb and forefinger and skinned it back. She took the head in the wet cloth and washed it as Mark giggled and erected.
"There," she said. "All clean."
She dropped the cloth into the water and reached for a clean towel. His penis was already beginning to droop as she put the towel around his little body and lifted him from the tub. She dried him thoroughly and carried him into his room, wrapped in the towel.
She dressed him for bed and put him into it, pulling the cover up to his chin.
"Night-night, Mama."
"Good night, sweetheart," she cooed, then bent to kiss him. She turned on his night light and turned off his lamp, then patted his tummy before she left and went up the hall to the living room.
Harold was sitting on the couch watching TV. He looked up and smiled as his wife entered the room. "Did you get our towhead put away for the night?"
Virginia noticed the gleam in her husband's eye. She nodded and returned his smile, then went to join him on the couch as he patted a spot beside him. He took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly.
"Sounded like fun back there," he said.
"Mark loves his hath. I'm glad. It makes it so much easier on me," she said.
"Yeah," Harold grinned. "His father would enjoy his bath more if he got the same kind of attention Mark does."
She laughed. "His father would forget all about washing."
"Try me and see," he coaxed..
"Oh, Harold.. Harold. Do you want a boat to play with too?"
"No, honey. Ill play with these," he said, and brought up his hands to cup her breasts. "Be serious," she giggled.
"I am serious. How about it, Ginny? We never have taken a bath together." "Harold!"
'It sounds like fun. Let's do it now." "No, Harold. I couldn't!" 'Why not?"
"I just couldn't. It would embarrass me to death."
"Being naked with me like that?"
"Yes."
"It doesn't embarrass you in bed.
"That's different," she said, squirming a little. "I he lights are out then."
"I love to look at you naked," he said. "Come on, Ginny. Let's hop in the tub together and wash each other tonight."
"For goodness sakes, Harold. No . . . bathing is a private thing. I mean, it's just something a person does alone."
"Lots of married couples take baths together."
"I don't believe it. No, I just can't swallow that."
"If I prove it to you, will you hop in the tub with me?"
"You can't prove a thing like that."
"Will yon do it if I can?"
"I'd feel so silly," she said. "You can't prove it anyway. Who in the world would admit to doing such a thing?"
"Then it's agreed? If I can prove another couple takes baths together and swears it helps their marriage, you you'll hop in the ol' tub with me?"
"You're nutty, you know that? But nice. .. Okay, prove it to me if you can," she said, sure that he could not.
Harold reached for the newspaper and opened it to the Dear Abby column. "Here," he said, pushing the paper toward her. "Read this."
She began to read the letter from a farmer who claimed that he and his wife had for years bathed together each day when he came in from the fields. "Oh, for heaven's sake!" she exclaimed.
"Proof enough? Doesn't he say that bathing together has helped their marriage? And what was Abby's comment?"
"She seemed to think it was all right," Virginia said, her cheeks beginning to flush. "Come on now, honey ..."
"You come on," he grinned, getting to his feet and pulling her up from the couch by her hand. "It's bath time."
"Honey, I just can't!" Virginia said, holding back as he tugged at her.
Sure you can, baby," Harold soothed. "It'll be fun." "It's depraved."
"You know better than that, Ginny."
She did know better; she understood that anything a husband and wife enjoyed doing together in privacy was all right as long as neither of them got hurt. . . and bathing surely couldn't hurt either of them. Her reluctance to get into the tub with Harold was nothing but false modesty, and she knew it. Her attitude was merely a hangover from pleasure-is-sin philosophy her father had always preached. Virginia pulled herself up straight and smiled at her husband.
"Let me get in the tub before you come into the bathroom," she said.
He broke into a pleased grin. "I'll give you five minutes' head start," he said, then pulled her to him for a hug and kiss before he swatted her well-rounded butt and sent her hurrying off down the hall.
Virginia looked in on Mark. He was already sound asleep. She shut his door quietly and went into the bathroom across the hall. The tub was still full of water. She flipped the lever to empty it. While it was draining, she mopped up the water Mark had sloshed over the side of the She rinsed the tub, then started the water to refill it for herself and Harold. She would rather not go through with this, she thought. She asked herself why. False modesty, her mind answered again, nothing more. She fully realized there was no earthly reason why she should not bathe with her own husband and enjoy it. It was an intimate thing and Harold was right-it would be fun. She determined to put away her silly modesty and enjoy it along with him.
Bubble bath . . . not only would it make their togetherness bathing more luxurious, but the bubbles would partially hide her nude body until she got used to Harold being there. Virginia got out her bottle of bubbling bath oil and poured a generous amount under the gush of water running loudly from the faucet. Thousands of foamy white bubbles immediately began spreading over the top of the water.
She looked at it and was satisfied with the result. It will be nice, she told herself as she began to strip off her clothes. When she was nude, she stood for a moment before the full-length mirror, studying her voluptuous body. She thought of what her husband had said a few minutes earlier-like he liked to look at her naked. Suddenly it pleased her. What could be more natural than a man's taking pride in the sight of his wife's body? Especially when the body was as lovely as hers.
Deciding not to tie up her hair, Virginia turned away from the mirror and climbed into the tub, giggling. She turned off the cold water and let the tub fill the rest of the way with hot. Then she turned off the hot water also and =--1 again; as. the steaming water and the millions of tin\ bubbles covered her to her neck.
"Honey?" Harold called softly, from the hall. "I'm ready, darling," she called back. "Come on in The door swung open and Harold walked into the bathroom grinning. He shook his head. "All those bubbles," he complained, good-naturedly. "I see more of you in church than I do now."
"They only last a few minutes," she told him. "Besides, 111 have to sit up so you can get into the tub with me." Harold grinned more broadly and began stripping, Virginia watched as he quickly shed his clothes. In spite of her resolve to relax and enjoy their first bath together, she couldn't help flushing as Harold took off his shorts and his cock flipped out, hard and ready. She forced herself to smile as he climbed into the tub and took her hands to pull her to a sitting position. She didn't know what to expect next.
"Want me to wash your back?" she asked. "I'd like that," he said, and bent to kiss her before he turned.
Virginia pulled back her head to keep his ass from brushing against her face as he turned excitedly and faced the other way. His balls swayed between his legs as he squatted down to sit between her legs.
"It's hot," he said, stopping and pulling back up as his nuts dipped into the water. "You always bathe in water this hot?# "Can't you take it, sissy?" she teased. "I can if you can," he said, then sighed as he sat down and scooted his ass closer to her. "Give it a good scrubbing, honey.".
She took a washcloth and used it like a sponge to carry water up to his shoulders, squeezing it and letting the water run down his squirming back. "Too hot for you?" Huh-uh. Go ahead and soap me." She dipped the bar of soap into the water and rubbed up a lather on the cloth, then began vigorously scrubbing his back. Harold took both her feet and pulled them over his thighs, squeezing and patting them as she worked on his "Mmm," he sighed. "I'm the luckiest guy alive."
"Because I'm a good back scrubber?" she laughed.
"No, baby. But that's a nice extra. I'm talking about love." He squeezed her big toes affectionately.
A warm glow spread over her at his words. She smiled at the back of his head and went on washing his back. After she'd soaped him down to the level of the water, she took another cloth and rinsed his back.
"Now me," she said, and drew up her legs to pivot on her ass in the tub. "You know . . . this is nice enough to become habit forming," she added, as Harold began rubbing the soapy washcloth over her back.
"It is nice," he said, running an arm around her and cupping a breast as his other hand kept working at her back. "Move your hair out of the way, honey."
Virginia turned her head and flipped her long brunette hair over her shoulder. It fell down her chest and covered the hand still on her tit. She closed her eyes and sighed, letting the force of his washing hand sway her body to and fro. She could feel his fingers at her nipple, working it gently and making it hard with desire. Thinking that was nice too, she left her eyes closed and enjoyed the sensations.
"Turn around and let me wash your front."
There was no embarrassment now. Virginia turned to face her husband with a smile. She straightened up and pushed out her large, firm tits for him to soap, then sighed again and again as he worked lovingly at them. She watched his face all the while, welcoming the desire she saw growing hotter and hotter. r.
"Ginny." he said urgently, dropping the washcloth and taking her soap-slick tits in his bare hands.
"In the tub?" she asked "Yea, honey ... oh yes!" he moaned, reaching down to pull her leg; apart and place them around his hips She scooted eagerly toward him, helping him slide her buttocks up his thighs to bring their loins hotly together.
Looking down between their bodies, she took his stiff dick in her hand and brought and brought it to her pussy under the water.
She squirmed in his lap until the head pressed through her cunt lips and probed into her vagina.
"Harold?"
"Yes, honey. What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, darling. Make me a promise? "
"Anything, sweetheart."
Her face took on a pained look as she sank down and took his entire cock into her warm sheath.
"Ouuu... promise.... Me you'll never.... TAKE.... Mmmm....another bath without.... Me!"
"Baby, baby, baby," he crooned, putting his arms around her and mashing her soapy tits against his chest.
"Oh, Harold," she sighed. "My darling. I love you. I love you.
"Me too you, angel," Harold whispered in her ear. "With all my heart and soul."
Harold reached into the water and took one of her buttocks in each hand. He pulled her toward him, then she pushed backward with her feet at the front of the tub, then he pulled her cunt over his cock again . . .
The water sloshed inside the tub and Virginia held herself against him, hugging him tightly as she brought her mouth to his for a kiss.
Their lips parted little by little. Tongue tip met tongue tip and began circling and teasing. Harold's hands held and kneaded her buttocks and Virginia's hands stroked lovingly over his back. She clenched the walls of her vagina around his rod, holding it tightly and enjoying the guttural sound of his groan as it choked all muffled into her mouth.
His fingers dug into her ass and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered and hollowed her cheeks with sudden suction, licking at his tongue and sucking it deeper into her mouth as she pushed with her feet and slid part way off his cock.
Immediately he jerked her toward him, filling her pussy with his throbbing prick and groaning at the delicious friction.
Water sloshed inside the tub as Virginia pushed away once more, only to be yanked back hotly. They kept at it, getting faster and faster, neither of them noticing nor caring as the water sloshed higher and higher and finally began washing over the side of the tub and puddling on the floor.
In a matter of seconds they were both sighing and moaning with the onset of orgasm. Their upper bodies swayed together now as if glued, Virginia's supple back doing all the bending as both worked to keep his cock stroking rapidly in and out of her cunt. Harold's dick began twitching, out of control. The sudden jerking pushed Virginia into orgasm with him. They slammed wetly together, shuddering and clinging to each other and moaning and whimpering as his sperm shot into the depths of her spasming twat.
CHAPTER TWO
While Virginia Holden was making it with her husband in the bathtub, a blonde girl whom she knew casually lay in a bed across town, naked and excited. The cover was pushed down to her waist and floodlights shone brightly on her slender white body. She held a confession magazine poised above her head, reading avidly. There was a rapturous expression on her face. Her eyes darting back and forth across the page, she occasionally clenched her thighs tightly together and licked her lips. Intermittent sighs of longing broke from her mouth.
To all appearances she was alone and unobserved. Her hand took advantage of the situation. As she went on leading, her hand slowly moved from its resting place on the bed and sensually made its way up her side and over the flat plane of her soft stomach. There it lingered, her palm and fingertips stroking the soft skin as her face began to take on a pained expression.
Working in a circular motion, her hand crept higher and higher. Soon the undersides of her breasts were also being stroked. Her stomach forgotten, the blonde began cupping and massaging her breasts. Long slender fingers with red-painted nails burrowed into the soft flesh of her large tits, inducing a continuous stream of throaty murmurings.
She took a hardening nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolled it hack and forth. It grew harder and more sensitive. She stopped rolling it, but continued to hold the pink nipple. Little by little she tightened her grip on the tender bud. Her lower lip started to quiver.
Suddenly she pinched with all her might. She gasped and whimpered, shutting her eyes tightly and bucking her ass off the mattress. She hung suspended for a moment, then released her abused nipple and heaved a deep sigh as she fell back.
Palming her tit and bending her head, she took the sore nipple into her mouth to kiss and lick it. Then her head dropped back to the pillow and she went on reading. Her fingers toyed briefly with the wet nipple. Then, as if unsure of the objective, her hand moved caressingly down the lope of her chest and made its way under the sheet.
Her thighs parted and the sheet began to bounce above her cunt. She kicked the cover down and out of her way, spreading her thighs wider as her first and third fingers opened the moist lips of her cunt to let her middle finger move into the elliptical slit and begin a gentle massage of her red, inner lips and protruding clitoris.
A moment of this was enough. With a moan, she hunched her pelvis and sank her middle finger into her pussy until her palm slapped wetly over the pussy lips. She jabbed rapidly for a few moments, then jerked her finger from her cunt and brought it to her mouth. As her body fell back to the bed, she thrust the slick finger into her mouth and sucked off her cunt juice.
The magazine no longer held any interest for the girl. Pitching it to the floor beside the bed, she drew up her legs and opened them wide. She took a tit in each hand, closing her eyes and sighing as she began squeezing and kneading.
She kept at her tender breasts-palming, massaging, pinching-until both nipples stood out proud and hard from the soft white flesh below them.
Both hands moved quickly down her body. The left hand got to her cunt first. It cupped the hairy mound and rocked up and down, then fingered open the wet, swollen lips and held them apart as two fingers of her right hand moved to her hair-fringed slit and slid lightly from the top to the bottom of her sensitive, inner lips.
She continued stroking her pussy, teasing it and moaning, pushing the two fingers in to their first joints and withdrawing them again and again until the self-inflicted torture became too much for her to bear. She licked her lips, groaned, then eagerly plunged both fingers to the depths of her needy cunt. Her right hand became a blur of motion as she frigged her slippery snatch, and the palm of her left hand flattened over her belly as she flicked her fiery red clitoris with the tip of her middle finger.
"Get the camera between her legs, Bob. God, she's really going at it! Get a close-up of that finger-fucking."
"It'll make a helluva shot, won't it?" Bob asked, m the camera to the foot of the bed and zooming in on the girl's cunt. "How about it, Red? Didn't I tell you this babe was a natural for stags? She's not faking it, man. Lotta really digs sex-in every shape, form and fashion. Goddamn! This flick ought to put us on easy street. Go on, Lotta baby, tear that hot box up!"
"Get that nigger in here!" Lotta moaned, still wildly shoving her fingers in and out of her cunt.
"What's the matter, baby?" Red asked, standing out of camera range and grinning down at the girl. "Is your blonde pussy gettin' hungry for some of Wash's black dong?"
"Yes, you bastard. Get him in this bed. I want to get fucked .. . now!"
"I think we've got enough shots of her alone," Bob said. "Come on, Wash."
"I'm ready, man!" Wash exclaimed, unbuttoning his shirt as he rushed toward the bed.
"Not yet," Bob objected. "We've got to get the outside shots first. Take care of it, Red. Use the hand camera while I reload this one."
Red nodded. "Come on, Wash. Let's get a shot of you sneaking up to the house and peeking in through the Wash followed Red from the bedroom, through the house and into the back yard. At Red's direction, Wash walked to the hack gate and stepped into the alley.
"Shut the gate," Red called.
Wash shut the gate and stood looking over it at the house. He was ready to get started with the rape scene, watching Lotta go through her erotic masturbation scene had made his big prick stand hard and eager. He'd wanted to stuff her blonde cunt full of meat from the first minute he'd seen her. But now, after she'd moaned for the 'nigger", he was anxious to make her pay for using the degrading word.
"She'll have her nigger, all right," he mumbled to himself. "I'll throw such a fuck into that hot-assed honky bitch she won't be able to walk for a week."
"Okay, Wash." Red called. "Come on. Make it look like you're sneaking into the yard."
The camera lights snapped on several yards away. From such a distance, Wash knew his face would not show. He wanted it to show in the film, but Red couldn't get any closer because his extension cord was too short. Still, Wash put his all into the scene. His black face took on a furtive look as he glanced quickly up and down the alley. His big hand gripped the top of the gate. He vaulted over it instead of opening it and walking through.
"Good, Wash. That's good, man," Red said. "Now sneak across the yard and peek in the window. Make me think it's for real."
His big body crouching slightly, looking from side to side, Wash moved stealthily across the yard and cautious)} approached the open bedroom window. He brought his face close and peered in.
"Give me a lustful expression and rub your cock," Red said, coming in with the camera for a close-up.
As soon as Wash saw the girl, it became unnecessary for him to fake the lustful expression. Lotta was right in the middle of a come, moving and rolling and holding three fingers inside her dripping cunt. His cock sprang to full erection and he rubbed it through his pants as he stared open-mouthed at the orgasming girl.
"Okay, Wash. Look around to make sure no one is watching you, then go through the window."
Holding his cock, Wash glanced around furtively, then put both hands on the window sill and hurtled throng head first Bob, who'd been filming Wash through the window, backed up to make room as the "intruder" came to his feet inside the bedroom. "Good, man. Good entrance. Just stand there for a few seconds," Bob said as he moved the camera to the bed.
For the moment Wash was forgotten as Bob focused a close-up of Lotta's face. "Okay, baby," he said. "A strange Negro with a hard cock just jumped through your window. You realize he's been watching you finger yourself. You're startled and frightened. Show it to me."
Lotta's eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open. She brought her hands to her face and held her cheeks.
At that moment Red came in the door. He surveyed the scene, then asked, "Where are we?"
"Lotta just saw Wash," Bob told him.
"She supposed to act scared."
"That's what she's doing," Bob said.
"Bullshit! She doesn't look scared to me. It looks like she's just opened a box of Cracker Jacks and found a real diamond ring inside it. Surprised she looks, but not scared. Shit. The broad is delighted! Look at her."
"I'm doing the best I can," Lotta snapped. "What the hell do you expect? I just fingered myself through a come. I'm not a professional actress, you know;"
"Sure, baby," Bob soothed, cutting off the lights and camera. "It'll work out. Just relax. Everything has gone great so far. We'll break for a smoke . . . Okay, Red?"
"Yeah. Yeah, we might as well. Keep your hand off your cunt, Lotta. Let it cool down so you can think with your brain instead of your money-maker."
"Fuck you!" Lotta barked.
Red grinned at her. "Don't get too big for your drawers, cunt. Screw around with me and 111 get a whip and make a "blood" scene. . . turn that white ass of yours into hamburger."
"You scare the shit out of me, big Red," Lotta snarled. She got off the bed and walked naked over to Bob. "Gimme a smoke, honey."
Bob got out his pack and lit one for her and one for himself. He gave the cigarette to her and bent to kiss her pouting lips. "Don't pay any attention to Red, baby. I won't let him hurt you."
"He ain't man enough anyway," she taunted, stepping away from Bob and taking a drag as she stared at Red.
"Aw . . . for chrissakes, Lotta," Red said, pushing back a shock of unruly hair from his eyes. "Let's try to get along. What do you say?"
"Keep your freckled yap shut then. Stop bad-mouthing me all the time and we won't have any problem."
"Smart-assed cunt!" Red hissed.
"There he goes again," Lotta said to Bob. "Mister Foul Mouth in the flesh. What the hell is the matter with him?"
"You remind him of his ex-wife," Bob said.
"Oh. So that's it! What's the rub, Red? Do I bring out the love in you or the hate? Maybe a mixture of both?
What happened? She throw you over for another stud?"
Red glared at Lotta. He took a deep pull from his butt then shook his head as he exhaled forcefully. "Look. Baby. You bug me. I don't know what it is about you or why . . . but you do. Now I'm sorry for the way I've treated you. I really am. It's not you . . . it's me that's causing the trouble. I see that now. Ill quit picking at you if you'll lay off me. Okay?"
Lotta put her hands on her hips staring at Red.
"Come on, baby," Bob coaxed, patting and stroking her soft ass. "He made the first move toward peace. Go along with it, for all our sakes. We got a movie to make, remember? It's gonna be a damned good one. And since we're going to cut the profits four ways, you've got just as much reason to try to get along with Red as he has with you.
"You still think well make a lot of money from it?
"Sure we will, Lotta," Red assured as he came up beside her and Bob. "You're a beautiful chick. You don't have to fake the passion, because you feel it. You're a natural for this because you're not afraid to let it show. That's why we're cutting you in on the profits instead of just hiring a gal to act like she enjoys getting raped. Look... I'm sorry and I'll prove it to you."
"Don't," Lotta laughed, squirming as Red dropped to his knees and spun her around to kiss her bare ass.
He turned her back around and put his hands up to her chin as if praying.
Grinning down at him, Lotta tousled his orangish mane and laughed. "You crazy shit. Okay, Red. Let's start over, baby. Like we just met for the first time. I'll try if you will."
"Great!" Red said, and slapped her affectionately on the ass as he got to his feet. "Now let's get on with the movie. You ready, Lotta?"
"Ready," she said, grinding out her cigarette in the ash tray. "How about the nigger? You ready, Wash?"
"Now you got to stop calling me that, Lotta," Wash warned. "You keep using the word nigger and 111 tear you a new cunt."
"Don't pay her any mind, Wash," Bob said. "I don't like it. Nobody calls me 'nigger'." "I call you 'nigger', nigger," Lotta said, grinning as she moved back to the bed. "Go on and get mad. I want you to." She lay on her back and opened her pussy. "Look at it, nigger. See how white it is on the outside and how red on the inside? Get hot, nigger. I want you mad when you fuck it. Try to tear me a new cunt. You're not man enough to do it, but I might at least get a good fuck out of you if you hate me."
"You honky pig! Just wait You won't be able to get out of bed when I climb off your white ass!" "Don't tell me about it, nigger. Show me!" "Come on! Both of you cut it out," Bob pleaded. "Yeah, let's get back to work," Red said. He went over to the bed and positioned Lotta, putting her hands on her cunt and patting her thighs as he spread them. "Give me a scared look, doll."
Lotta sincerely tried to appear frightened. It didn't come ff to Red's satisfaction. He patiently asked her to try it three more times, giving her a different suggestion before each new attempt. Finally, he gave up.
"Do your best," he said, clenching his teeth to hold back his frustration. "Shoot it, Bob. At least she's got the surprise portrayed well enough."
"You ready, Wash? How's your hammer hanging?" asked Bob.
"Don't worry about me. It'll be back up by the time I jump on her," Wash said with confidence.
"Yeah. Don't worry about him," Lotta grinned. "These bucks are all alike . . . can't wait to stick their black dicks in a white woman."
"And you whores is all alike . . . can't wait to get reamed by a Black. Just wait, honky. I'll make you beg for more before I quit humping you," Wash told her, his voice softer now.
It had taken a while, but now he realized what Lotta was trying to accomplish. She really had nothing against him. In fact, she was eagerly anticipating their union. Her taunts were meant to infuriate him and cause him to throw a brutal fuck into her.
He'd read the longing in her eyes while Red kept trying to elicit the emotion of fear from her. She hadn't been able to show fear because her desire was so strong it overrode all attempts to act scared.
She was just another cunt as far as Wash was concerned. But he now knew that in her eyes he was something special. The knowledge gave him more confidence and self-assurance. He'd give her what she wanted - and then some!
"Okay," Red said. "We're gonna shoot it this time, Lotta. Wash just came through the window. You see him. You're startled and frightened at the intrusion. Give it all you got, baby."
"Can I talk?" asked Lotta.
"Sure," Bob told her. "There's no sound track. Say anything you want. Try screaming. Maybe it'll help show fright."
"Wait a minute," Lotta said.
She closed her eyes and began fingering her cunt to get back in the mood. After a couple of minutes, she told Bob to start the camera. The bright lights flashed on and the camera began to whirl. Lotta opened her eyes and blinked at the window. The satisfied expression left her face, but again only surprise replaced it. Her mouth dropped open and she jerked her hands up from her loins to clutch her cheeks. A shrill scream pierced the air.
"Better . . . that's better," Red complimented.
Wide-eyed and shaking her head, Lotta scrambled up the bed as if shrinking from the sight of Wash. She grabbed at the sheet and jerked it over her body, holding it above her tits as she sat upright in the bed. She screamed again, staring straight at Wash and cringing.
"Let's go, Wash," Bob said, swinging the camera to where the Negro was standing just inside the window.
"Look tense and menacing. Get over there and shut her up.
"I know what to do," Wash said.
His face took on a mask of sadistic lust as he drew himself up to full height and moved quickly toward the bed. "Brace yourself, pig," he hissed, as he grabbed the sheet and ripped it from the bed.
"Black bastard!" Lotta shouted, reaching out to slap his face.
"That's it, cunt. Fight me. Give it all you've got, because I'm gonna rough you up whether you fight back or not. Nigger, am 1? You're gonna pay for that remark, pig," Wash snarled.
He took both of Lotta's wrists into his big hand and held her helpless, getting onto the bed with her, forcing Lotta to her back and sitting astride her naked body.
"Dirty nigger," Lotta whined, struggling to break her wrists from his grip.
He held her easily, breaking into a grin as he slapped her face again and again with his free hand. Wash was careful to hold back most of his strength, but still Lotta's head was jerked from side to side as his huge black hand whacked loudly at her cheeks.
"Goddamn you!" she yelled.
Furious at the unexpected slapping, Lotta threw up her legs and hit into Wash's back with her knees.
Wincing and sputtering at the sudden attack from behind, Wash shook his shoulders and bent forward, out of her reach. Then his cool returned and he laughed at the ineffective flailing of her knees in the air as she waved her legs about in an effort to knock him from her.
"That's the way," Wash coaxed. "Fight me, you little wildcat. Fight! The more you fight the better I like it."
"I'll scratch your fuckin' eyes out, nigger!" she hissed.
"I told you not to call me that any more," Wash said, spinning as he rolled off.
He sat on the side of the bed facing the camera, then dragged Lotta by her wrists onto his lap. He turned loose of her wrists, then quickly grabbed her rib cage and flipped the struggling girl over.
"No, goddamn you! No!" Lotta protested.
But Wash paid no attention to her and went right on pending her over his thighs and getting her white ass into position. She was kicking and beginning to claw at his back and calf when he brought the palm of his hand down and forcefully whacked her soft butt.
A loud splat filled the room as Wash's big hand made contact with Lotta's rump. Black fingers buried in white ass, making Lotta jerk forward and suck in her breath. When Wash raised his hand for the next whack, Lotta's buttock bore the red imprint of his first stinging blow.
"No! No, please," she wailed.
It did her no good, for Wash took careful aim and brought his hand down to bite into the other cheek of her jiggling tail, and leave his mark on it also. He stopped then, 'Savoring the sound of her whimpering voice as she wiggled on his lap to ease the pain. "Say you're sorry for calling me a nigger," he chuckled, looking down as Lotta's face turned up toward him.
Tears of humiliation ran down her cheeks, but Lotta was far from broken. She hissed out a curse and spat up at his grinning black face, then squirmed wildly in a futile attempt to rise from his thighs.
Wash held her in position as easily as if she were a small jerking back his head in time to cause her spittle to fly past his shoulder and hit silently on the mattress behind him. "Now you're really gonna get it," he said, threateningly.
Screeching for Bob to help her, Lotta bucked and thrashed. She got no help from Bob. He liked the girl for her fantastic talents in fucking and sucking cock, but at the moment he was all cameraman. His interest was more toward recording the frenzied scene on film than in helping her to free herself from the situation.
"Warm her ass good," Bob coaxed, moving around to get a close-up as Wash again raised his hand above Lotta's squirming butt. "Turn it red enough to show on the film." in For at least two minutes, Wash's hand moved in a blur of motion. He thrashed her ass until it was no longer white but glowed warm and pink all over. She cried and cursed and whimpered and whined, trying all the while to extricate herself and escape the painful blows Wash kept raining down on her hot buttocks.
She finally realized that escape was impossible. The sudden knowledge brought with it a deep sigh of resignation. Something inside Lotta snapped at that moment. She quit struggling and crying. . . and lay moaning across Wash's lap, as his hand stung her burning butt again and again. No longer was she fighting against the brutal thrashing. The pain and humiliation had somehow turned to pleasure.
Turning her lust-glazed face to look up at Wash, Lotta groaned, "Oh God . . . you nigger. . . you beautiful nigger!"
Wash's prick was now straining at his pants, pushing hotly against Lotta's side. "You ready to fuck now, honky? " he asked.
"Not yet," she gasped, tensing and squirming on his lap as the blows stopped. "My ass is on fire! Oh shit. . . my cunt too! Do something!"
Black lips drew back over perfect white teeth as Wash broke into a wide grin. "Is more of this what you want?" be asked, again raising his hand and slapping down harshly at her pink rump.
His hand caught her ass dead center, his fingers burying into one cheek and his palm into the other. Lotta's rear ballooned outward on both sides as the center caved in. Her body jerked from the blow and her blonde hair fell down over her face.
A loud grunt broke from her open mouth, then she hissed, "Yessss! Oh yesss!"
"Goddamn!" Red said, pushing at the head of his hard dick through his trousers. "The bitch likes it!"
"Every way," Bob muttered, keeping the camera on her Wash brought up his hand once more. "Lotta likes it every way in the book."
Again Wash's hand splatted into her tortured ass. "Darling!" Lotta sighed. Splat!
"Ouuu!" Whack!
"Mmm!" Lotta groaned, rubbing her cunt on his leg and throwing her head from side to side. "Baby, baby, baby! 'Enough?" asked Wash as he held his hand aloft. 'More! Faster, honey! Give it to me faster," Lotta leaded, holding to his leg and gritting her teeth. Wash laid into her ass furiously. His hand swung up and down rapidly, hitting loud and fast. Her guttural moans ed the room as she gave herself over to sensations rushing ugh her butt and loins. Suddenly she stiffened and began trembling all over, 'm coming!" she yelled. "Coming ... hit it, hit it, hit it!" Lotta lay twitching and jerking, shouting through her spasm as Wash kept raining blows on her clenched buttocks. The slaps and shouts and groans went on for several seconds. When Lotta finally stopped coming, every muscle in her body relaxed. She lay limply across Wash's lap, whimpering pitifully as he patted and stroked soothingly at the again soft cheeks of her red bum.
The film in the camera ran out and Bob took advantage of the lull to reload. He grinned over at Red, whose prick stood hard and throbbing under his tented trousers, and asked, "Didn't I tell you she was a natural for stags?"
"She's hot, all right," Red agreed. "But it's not coming out like 1 wanted it to."
"Shit, Red. Forget the fear bit. You just wait This little film will sell like pussy in a prison. We'll make a shitpot full of money on it," Bob grinned.
Lotta was returning from the sweet limbo of orgasm, sighing contentedly as she turned on Wash's lap and put her arms around him. Bob went back to his camera, focusing on the couple as Lotta pulled herself to a sitting position and brought her lips to Wash's mouth. She kissed him passionately, hugging him tightly to her and mashing her tits against his chest as she opened wide to accept his tongue and suck it deep inside her mouth.
"God! What a man!" she exclaimed, jumping from Wash's lap and bending to unbutton his shirt.
Grinning, Wash reached to unbuckle his belt.
"No, no," Lotta protested. "Let me unwrap the package."
She pushed away his hands and quickly got his shirt off, then knelt between his legs to remove his shoes and socks. Next she undid his belt and fly, then pushed him to his back on the bed as she tugged his pants off his legs and over his white-soled feet.
With trembling fingers, she unsnapped his shorts and whisked them away. She tossed aside his shorts and dropped to his knees between his legs, sighing as she put her hands on his standing black cock and brought her face close to lick its head. Her tongue collected the seeping clear fluid and carried it into her mouth. She grinned up at him and smacked her lips, then pulled his cock toward her and took the purplish black head into her mouth.
Wash elbowed up from the bed, watching as Lotta took almost half of his long organ into her white face. He felt the back of her throat on the head of his dick, heard her groan and whimper as she tried to take more but couldn't.
He laughed aloud. "Get that nigger cock, baby. You like it don't you? You white broads are all alike. You talk about the nasty niggers just dying to fuck white women when, in truth, just the opposite is so. I've never had a white girl yet that didn't go completely apeshit when she finally got her first black cock."
One of Lotta's hands cupped Wash's heavy nuts and the other rubbed sensually over the skin of his muscled stomach. She sighed around her mouthful of dick as her lips distended about his thick shaft. Her eyes wide open and staring down at his pubic mound, Lotta began bobbing her head up and down over his black body, taking as much cock into her mouth as she could handle before she pulled her sucking mouth up to lick dartingly at the head.
"Suck it, baby. Suck it," Wash chuckled. "Here-let me help you," he said, then put his hand on the back of her head and shoved her mouth down over his cock till his glans was buried deeply in her throat and Lotta was choking on it When Wash finally took his hand from her head, Lotta jerked her mouth from his glistening ebony cock and panted to catch her breath. Her eyes were wild as she knelt, gasping, between his legs and stared up into his face. She tried to curse him for nearly choking her but couldn't because of shortness of breath.
Laughing as he sat up, Wash hooked his hands under her arms and lifted. He put her on her back in the center of the bed, then crawled above her. He pushed open her legs and came down atop her body, bringing the head of his cock to the steaming slit of her cunt-and stopping there.
Lotta made no effort to escape this time. She was ready and lay docilely under the big Negro as her chest continued heaving to return a sufficient amount of oxygen to her blood. She felt his arm move down between their bodies, then the head of his cock pressed part way into her snatch. Wash rubbed his hot glans over her hungry cunt lips.
"Put it in!" she hissed, throwing her arms around his back and kissing rapidly at his neck and ear.
"Beg!" he told her, drawing back until their sex flesh was barely touching.
"Please!" she rasped. "Please, Wash. Give me your big wonderful black cock! I need it. .. need it so bad! Shove it home, daddy! Oh, hurry and shove it home!"
Lotta reached her hand down and took his cock eagerly, gripping it and wiggling under him as she brought it to her twitching pussy. Raising her ass off the bed to meet him more than half way, she pulled at his cock until the head through her lips and was making its way up her "There!" she yelled. "Push, daddy, push!" The muscles of Wash's protruding ass tightened. He stared down at Lotta's face, then shoved with all his might, watching her eyes grow wide and her mouth drop open as e head of his cock hit brutally into her cervix and knocked her uterus higher into her stomach to make room for the full length of his black stanchion.
"Oh God ... oh God!" Lotta gasped, her hands making fists and beating into the mattress on either side of her trembling body.
"What's the matter, honky? Too much meat for you?" Wash asked, triumphantly, as he ground his pelvis down and around to stir deep inside Lotta's body.
Again Lotta could not answer. She lay shuddering beneath the massive Negro and gasping for breath, staring up at his leering face with incredulity as her guts were tossed like the makings for a salad. She groaned hoarsely, then shut her eyes and timidly put her arms around Wash's waist.
"Screw the living shit out of her, Wash!" Bob hissed, coming in closer to alternate between close-ups of Lotta's ecstatic face and the thrusting black ass between her legs.
Wash went at her then, slamming his big cock to the depths of her pussy as fast as his powerful muscles could pump his ass and rolling her head from side to side as he picked up speed. Both of their bodies broke out with sweat, wetting their stomachs and making the sound of flesh, slapping on flesh, loud and lewd.
"Darling, darling, darling!!" Lotta screamed, suddenly plunging into an unannounced orgasm and clinging to Wash as he kept right on hammering his cock in and out of her dancing cunt.
When it finally ended, Lotta threw her legs up around Wash's pistoning ass and opened her mouth for a wet, tongue-sucking kiss.
He accepted the kiss and shoved his tongue down her throat, steadily going on with the action below. His ass k[ right on pounding away at her, stroking his big meat in and out of her swollen cunt and hitting into her so hard she was grunting into his mouth and moaning pitifully.
An obscene slurping noise filled the room as Wash tore his mouth free. "Hot-assed honky bitch!" he hissed.
Even before he'd gotten on the bed with Lotta, Wash had known it would end this way-with her getting the most enjoyment out of it and going apeshit in the process. Now it was happening, and her harsh breathing rang maddeningly in his ears. The slapping and spanking he'd given her was suddenly not enough. Wash wanted to hurt and humiliate her some more, to vent some of the rage he harbored for all whites, on her white body. Whites always got the best end of everything-always! And now this white pig was getting the best of him. It was too much for his feverish brain to bear. He had to hurt and punish her, to make her pay in some measure for the joy his black cock brought her lily white body.
Orgasm was beginning to grab at his cock, threatening to explode his nuts and give her the final victory. He couldn't let it happen yet. He jerked his long cock from her hot cunt and hung above her panting.
"Put it back in!" Lotta yelled, reaching down to grab the slippery organ and try to force it back into her pussy.
"Shut up, honky!" Wash barked. "Turn me loose and lie back! Turn loose!!"
"You goddamned crazy nigger! Finish me!!" Lotta shouted, hunching up her pelvis and taking the head of his already twitching organ into the hot, velvety sheath of her At that moment Wash lost the battle. The wet heat of her clasping pussy caused his nuts to pull tightly up to his body. He could no more hold back his orgasm now than he could flap his arms and fly out through the window. Groaning aloud as the head of his cock started to twitch with the rhythm of climax, Wash slammed his big rod brutally into Lotta's belly and began cursing at her as the come shot up his cock and hit forcefully into her womb. "Bitch! Honky bitch!" he croaked bitterly, all the while spurting his cream in the depths of her fluttering cunt. "Nigger, nigger, nigger," Lotta shot back at him, moaning the words with effort as her own climax took hold of her brain and blotted out everything in the world but the bliss of coming with his big black cock stuck clear up to her tits and hosing her insides with scalding hot, male fuck juke.
"SWEET NIGGER ... SWEET NIGGER!" Lotta screamed, at the top of her lungs. She locked her legs over Wash's big ass and held tightly to his heaving chest and back, rocking her cunt frenziedly on his throbbing cock and bending it about within her body.
Lotta's use of the word "sweet" as an adjective to the dreaded "nigger" took Wash completely by surprise. He pulled up his head and gawked blankly into her face. There was no hatred there that he could read-nothing but bliss and gratefulness and love. It shocked him. And so did her next words: "Black is beautiful," she whimpered weakly. "Beautiful.. . beautiful. .. beautiful."
With that, their mouths came hotly together and they kissed for the first time with mutual respect and genuine fondness, clinging together as the simultaneous orgasm carried them away.
Bob jockeyed the camera around to the foot of the bed to record the hot scene of Wash's black nuts contracting and jerking as he shot the blonde pussy full of sperm. Lotta's dancing asshole below the tight balls only made the shot more erotic. He kept the camera on their genitals-waiting.
When Wash finally pulled his limbering, wet dick from Lotta, Bob got the shot he wanted. He zoomed in for a close-up as the head of Wash's organ left her pussy. Immediately, a flood of sticky come oozed from her stretched and inflamed cunt to flow jerkily down the crack of her ass and form a puddle of the sheet.
Only one more shot was needed to complete the movie. Bob moved up to the head of the bed and got exactly what he wanted without having to say a word to either Lotta or Wash. Wash lay down beside Lotta, his big black body making a striking contrast to the slender white girl. His face was grinning broadly on one pillow and Lotta looked as if she were in the best part of heaven. He kept the camera going until both caught their breath and rolled together for a trembling after-fuck kiss, then shut it off just as he heard the film run out. The shooting was done.
Bob lit a cigarette as he walked toward Red. He took a deep pull, held it for a moment, then smiled as he exhaled. "What do you think?" he asked.
Red nodded. "It will be better than average. Ought to sell well." Then he turned his gaze from the bed to Bob, breaking into a grin as he said, "Looks like you've lost a girl friend, though."
"Who gives a shit?" asked Bob.
"Now you're gettin' smart," Red agreed, pushing at his hard dick. "Cunts are waiting at every turn."
"I got what I wanted out of Lotta," Bob said softly, so she couldn't hear. "That nigger is welcome to her now."
CHAPTER THREE
Three days later the film had been processed and edited. Bob and Red had worked through lunch and at two-thirty had the first print ready for viewing. They sat in the living room of their rented house, Red worrying and smoking a cigarette as Bob loaded the film on a projector and set up the screen.
"Relax, Red," Bob said confidently. "It's a damned good flick."
"Yeah, I know," Red agreed. "It'll sell." "Then what's bugging you so?"
"I'm starving, for one thing."
"Wash and Lotta will be back with the chicken any minute now."
"That's only part of it," Red muttered.
"You still fretting because the rape isn't real enough?"
"Shit. .. That fuckin' Lotta can't act worth a damn!"
"So what? We got a real hot stag here. Who gives a good fuck whether she looked scared when Wash broke in on her fingering scene? "
"I do," Red grumbled. "So we got a hot movie. So what? Well make money on it. . . but it's not the movie we started out to make."
"Next time," Bob told him, moving over to shut the blinds and drapes against the bright Arkansas afternoon. "Here comes the food. Wash and Lotta are turning in the drive."
"About time," Red muttered, grinding out his cigarette as he got to his feet. "She shouldn't have gone with him. Not down here in redneck land."
"Relax, will you? She's riding in the back seat and Wash is driving-just like you told them."
"The cock-hungry bitch should know better. She's lived here all her live."
"Forget it," Bob said as he returned from darkening the room. "Everything is going fine. I'm gonna wash up."
"Go ahead," Red told him, moving to the front door as he heard Wash and Lotta coming up the steps. "I already did."
As Bob went into the bathroom to wash his hands, Red held open the door and sniffed eagerly at the aroma of fried chicken when Wash and Lotta swept past him. He shut the door and followed them to the couch.
"Damn, it's dark in here," Lotta commented as she took the lid off the cardboard bucket. "The film ready to run?"
"Yeah," Red said, taking a seat on the couch and holding out his hand. "Gimme."
Lotta passed him a thigh and a napkin, then did the same for Wash. She left the open bucket sitting on the coffee table after taking a breast for herself, then plopped between the two men on the couch.
"Where's Bob?" asked Wash, before taking a big bite of chicken and glancing at Red.
Red had a mouthful of juicy thigh. Before he could answer, Bob came walking into the room. "Smells delicious," Bob groaned, heading straight for the bucket and diving in to fish for a drumstick.
"Did you run it yet?" Lotta asked. "How is it?"
"Just got it set up," Bob said. "Show it," Lotta coaxed. "I'm dying to see it." "While we're eating?" Red asked, making a face. "Jesus Christ," she groaned. "Don't tell me a little pussy juice and come could bother you!" "Don't be vulgar," Red snapped.
"Vulgar? Look who's talking," she chuckled, then shook her head and bit into the breast again.
"Go ahead and flip it on," Red said. "At least it'll shut her up."
Bob laid down his chicken in the napkin, took another and wiped his fingers, then snapped on the projector and picked up his drumstick to go on eating as Lotta came nude and alone in bed on the screen.
They ate as the movie played, Red muttering disapproval occasionally and Lotta squealing pleasure at the sight of herself being spanked and thoroughly screwed by Wash.
"Goddamn," Lotta breathed when it ended. "Makes me hot all over again just to watch it. How about you, baby?"
She reached over and took Wash's hand, wiggling her fingers between his and squeezing intimately. Wash carried her hand to his loins and rubbed it back and forth over his standing peter. Lotta let out a chuckle and a sigh, turning to kiss him full on his lips with neither of them bothering to wipe off the grease from the fried chicken.
"Good show," Bob said. "Looks like we've got ourselves a winner."
"Even if I do say so myself," Wash drawled, "Me and Lotta did it up right."
"Damn right. It's great!" Lotta exclaimed.
"What the shit would you two know about it?" Red growled.
"Lay off, Red," Bob pleaded.
"Bullshit!" he retorted. "If it weren't for the expert way you handled the camera, it would be a flop. It's very little better than the run-of-the-mill stag."
"What the hell did you expect?" Lotta demanded angrily. "Hire professionals if you want a goddamned masterpiece!"
"Forget it," Red said, suddenly calming down. "It's not your fault. You and Wash were both damned good, except it came across just like I knew it would. The only real gripe I got is you were too hot from the start."
Lotta grinned and shrugged. "That's the way I'm made," she said. "Besides, I don't hear anyone but you complaining."
"I wanted to film a rape scene," he said. "Maybe it can't be done realistically. Maybe if the girl knows what is coming and agrees to it, she just can't come over with a horrified expression."
Bob laughed. "What we need to do is kidnap a virgin and really rape her. Or better yet, a pretty housewife that has an aura of propriety."
Red jumped out and hung precariously on the edge of the couch. "Goddamn, Bob! I think you've got the answer!"
Huh?" Bob asked, swinging to look askance at Red. "No. No, man. I was just kidding.
"Huh?"
Bob stared at Red as if he had suddenly taken leave of his senses. "It's out of the question . . . too risky," he said.
"No, baby. No. We can carry it off and come out with the best stag ever made! Listen to me now ..."
Talking rapidly, Red laid out his half-baked plan. He contradicted himself several times, but backed up every time and corrected his own words. When he'd finished talking, the other three were almost convinced they could get away with it.
"Well?" Red asked, sticking a cigarette between his lips and lighting it excitedly. "I don't know," said Bob.
"Are we all gonna share the profits from this one too?" Lotta asked.
"Sure, baby. Sure." Red exclaimed, patting her thigh out of gratefulness for her well-placed words.
"Then I know just the girl," Lotta grinned.
"Tell me," Red said, motioning with both hands to direct her words toward him.
"A twenty-one-year-old gal that works where I did before I met Bob. She's a wife . .. mother of a toddler, but she's pretty as any starlet Hollywood has got. I think she's just what you want, Red."
"How so?" Red asked. "Looks alone are not enough."
"She's what you want. Her father is a hell-fire preacher and it took on her. This babe wouldn't say shit if she had a mouthful of it. I'd lay odds that her husband is the only guy to ever touch her precious twat, let along screw it."
At five minutes past five Mrs. Virginia Holden came out of the employees' entrance of the big central office of Hitchcock Life and Casualty in downtown Little Rock. She walked straight to her parking space at the back of the large lot and climbed into her Chevy station wagon. Her dress, which was a compromise between the fashionable mini length and a below-the-knee hem that she found preferable, hiked up from just above her knee as she scooted under the wheel.
Half of her well-shaped thigh was revealed before she properly smoothed her dress down and shut the door. She started the engine, backed from her slot, then drove carefully to the street and started for the day nursery to pick up her young son before going home to start supper for her family. She didn't notice the car that pulled away from the curb and followed her, nor had she known that her exit from the building and her thigh-revealing entrance into her car had been closely watched by a red-haired man with binoculars.
She stopped at the nursery, her dress again hiking up her thigh as she swung out of the car and hurried in to get her son. The muscles of her calves and the undulations of her full hips were again watched through binoculars without her knowledge until she disappeared into the building.
In a car parked a discreet distance from Mrs. Holden's station wagon, Red took the binoculars from his eyes and pulled them onto his lap. "What a broad!" he exclaimed, reaching nervously into his shirt pocket for a cigarette.
"Didn't I tell you?" Lotta asked. She beamed as she struck a match and held it to Red's cigarette.
Red accepted the light, then exhaled smoke as he groaned, "What a fabulous body .. . and that sweet face! Wow! Just like you'd expect the Virgin Mary to look! The purity she exudes is almost non-existent in this day and age.
"You gonna use her?" Bob asked, still a trifle hesitant about the whole thing.
"Christ yes! Well gang her. What a flick that will make! How about it, Wash?" Red asked. "You want to cut yourself a piece of her white tail?"
"Whenever you're ready, boss," Wash grinned. "One thing I'll bet you ..."
"What's that?" Red asked, when Wash didn't finish.
Wash grinned broader as he rubbed the bulge in his pants. "I bet you that white cunt won't disappoint you. When she gets a good look at my black cock coming at her, you ain't gonna have to prompt her to look scared."
Bob sat quietly under the steering wheel as the other three roared with laughter. What they were planning to do to that unsuspecting woman didn't sit well with his conscience.
"We should forget it," Bob said dryly.
The laughter died out. Red turned to look at Bob.
"What did you say, Bob?"
"I said we should just forget it. It's wrong."
"Look, man. Now don't go getting cold feel on me."
Red said slowly. "You already agreed. Remember?"
"We don't need it," Bob said. "We've got a good movie with Wash and Lotta. Let's peddle it first and see how much it will bring."
"That has nothing to do with it," Bob said.
"Bullshit! I know what you're thinking," Lotta sneered. "It was all right for me to screw it up for profit, but it's not all right for such a good girl like her! Fuck you, Bob. And your goddamned scruples, too. She's it. . . isn't she, Red?"
"She's it," Red assured. "You in or out, Bob? This is the wire, baby. Either you help us or pack up and clear out right now. We're gonna do it anyway, so you might just as well go along and get your cut of the gravy."
Mrs. Holden came out of the nursery. A small boy was in her arms. Both mother and child were smiling and secure as Mrs. Holden walked to her car and got in. She put the boy into his special seat with his own steering wheel, which hung in the middle of the front seat. After she strapped him in, she started the car and drove toward home.
"Either follow her and go along for the whole bit or get out so I can drive," Red said.
Bob reached for the handle to open the door.
"Don't be stupid," Lotta barked. "You won't save her a damned thing by walking away."
"Yeah," Red said. "We're gonna give it to her with or without you."
Bob watched her car moving off down the street. "What the fuck is she to me?" he mumbled, suddenly reaching to switch on the ignition and start the car.
"Now you're talking sense," Red sighed.
Bob quickly pulled away from the curb and easily overtook Mrs. Holden's station wagon. He followed her home, all the while beating down his conscience as he drove silently. By the time she pulled into the driveway of a brick home in a middle-class neighborhood, Bob was reconciled to his part in the woman's forthcoming rape. He pulled a little way down the street and stopped the car. All four of them watched as Mrs. Holden got out and went into the house.
Red wrote down the address and grinned as he put the scrap of paper and ballpoint pen into his shirt pocket. "Drive us home, Bob," Red said confidently. "We've got to get us a script in mind before tomorrow morning."
CHAPTER FOUR
Harold Holden left the house first that morning. He came out the front door at seven-twenty-five. The five-year-old compact car he used for going to work and back was parked behind the family station wagon in the drive. He walked toward it, pausing once on the still-dewy lawn to stretch and look around. It was a beautiful morning and he seemed well pleased with his world.
When he climbed smiling into his car and left his house for work, he was totally unaware that his departure was being filmed from a car sitting just across the street and one house down. He had no way of knowing what lay in store for his lovely and cherished wife as he drove off down the street to begin his day's activities. He turned the corner and disappeared, having no idea that his wife would never reach the safety of her job on this day.
The foursome sitting in the car across and down from the Holden residence waited patiently for Mrs. Holden's exit. The details of their plan for the innocent wife and mother were now complete. Her abduction was the most dangerous part. Grabbing her in broad daylight would be risky, especially the way they were going to do it. But Red had insisted on making it bold and dramatic for the sake of realism. "It will be the best stag movie ever filmed," he'd kept repeating. "A fucking masterpiece!"
Twelve minutes passed before the front door of the Holden residence again swung open. Mrs. Holden and her small son came through the door in hand. She stopped to pull the door closed and lock it as the boy moved across the stoop and clung to the wrought-iron railing to shakily descend the three steps to the walk.
"Look, Mama! Look!" he shouted, standing on the walk and beaming proudly up at his mother. "Mark a big boy!"
"Mark is a darling," Virginia beamed back at him.
She swept down the steps and stooped to gather him in her arms. As she stood, she hugged him to her breast and kissed him. Then she hurried across the lawn, carrying him to the car, and both of them laughed gaily.
"Perfect scene," Red said as he kept the camera on the car, backing from the drive. "Perfect!"
Red kept the camera on the station wagon as Virginia drove up the street and turned at the corner. "Now," he said, shutting off the camera and dropping it between his legs to reach for a cigarette, "let's beat her to the day nursery."
Virginia drove a cautious five miles-per-hour below the legal limit, and Bob drove a careful five above it. He easily overtook the station wagon and passed it. As Red had cautioned them to do, they ignored the occupants in the station wagon completely; all four of them kept their eyes straight ahead as Bob pulled up beside Virginia and passed her.
When Virginia stopped to drop Mark off at the nursery, Bob had already parked on the opposite side of the street. Red filmed the scene as Virginia stopped her car and got out to take her son in. He filmed her coming out of the nursery and getting back into her car, then again shut off the camera.
"Let's go," Red ordered.
Bob started the car and quickly pulled away front curb. They had to be waiting in the Hitchcock parking lot when Virginia drove in to park. All four of them were tense now. The next step was the crucial one. If the grab went off as planned, the rest would be no problem. Once they had Virginia in their car and away from the downtown area of Little Rock, she would be helpless to prevent them from doing with her as they pleased.
The drive to Hitchcock was swift and silent. Each knew what to do, so there was no need to go over the plan. Lotta had suggested that since she knew Virginia slightly, the easiest way to snatch her would be for her to lure Virginia to their car. It would be the easiest, they had all agreed, but Red vetoed her suggestion as not dramatic enough. He insisted it be done his way.
And now, as they pulled into the Hitchcock parking lot to await Virginia's arrival, it was Red's bold plan of action they would follow. It would be dramatic. It would be swift. It would be dangerous. But it would also make one helluva realistic scene.
Bob drove to the back of the parking lot. He turned the car around to face the exit and stopped near Virginia's parking space. He left the car idling. Red passed the to Lotta in the front seat, then sat back beside Wash. They waited.
Five minutes later, Virginia turned into the parking lot of Hitchcock Mutual Life and Casualty. The lot was crowded at that moment. Three other cars were moving into their slots and several men and women were walking through the lot toward the building.
Virginia had to stop and wait as a co-worker with a space nearer the building came to a stop in front of her and backed slowly into place. She drove on then, swinging wide to pull into her own slot nose first. She noticed the car with four occupants sitting in the drive space, but paid it no particular attention. She was too busy concentrating on her driving to see the camera pointed at her through the car's windshield.
"Pull up, Bob."
Bob caught the excitement in Red's voice as he disengaged the emergency brake and goosed the car forward. His hands were trembling nervously as he braked to an abrupt stop directly behind the Chevy station wagon. Glancing to the side, he saw that Lotta had the camera aimed at the opening door of the woman's car. He saw feet encased in high-heeled pumps swing from the car. Nyloned knees came next. Then the pretty face. Tits, thighs, and a head with long, flowing, brunette hair followed quickly. Mrs. Holden was standing beside her car and reaching back into it for her purse.
As Virginia slammed shut her door, the back door of the idling car in the drive space swung open. Two men-one big and black and the other red-haired and average-sized-rushed from the car and came at her.
The sight momentarily stunned Virginia. The action was so unusual, so out of place. Something was wrong, she finally realized. But still she did not comprehend their intention. Her first reaction was to offer assistance. The men were quite obviously upset about something. Perhaps she could help. She stood watching them come at her at a fast walk, feeling a bit uneasy as they drew closer.
"Can I help you with anything?" she asked, when the men were within two steps of her.
"Yeah, baby. That's exactly what you can do," Red said. "Come on."
They didn't stop in front of her. Instead. Instead they rushed on - one on either side of her-and each grabbed an arm.
"What? What do you want!" Virginia asked loudly, suddenly realizing they meant her harm.
Then she was struggling as the men forced her toward their car. "Stop it! Stop it!" she demanded, wrenching from side to side in a futile effort to break free of the grasp, "Mrs. Holden?"
It was a male employee, coming toward them on the run.
"Is anything wrong here, Mrs. Holden?" the man called. Then they pulled Virginia from between the parked cars and he could see what was going on. "Stop that! You turn Mrs. Holden loose. Turn her loose!"
The man broke into a fast run now, coming at Wash and Red as they shoved the screaming Virginia into the back seat of their car. Red jumped into the seat and forced Virginia down to the floorboard as her male friend came at Wash swinging.
The man didn't stand a chance. Wash slapped aside his wild punches with his left hand, then hooked out forcefully with his right. Wash's big fist caught the Samaritan under his chin. A sharp, cracking noise heralded the impact. Snot and spit flew as the man's feet were lifted off the ground.
He fell to the asphalt, flat on his back, holding his jaw and groaning as Wash jumped into the back seat and Bob goosed the accelerator.
Half a dozen people were running toward the scene now. At Red's barked order, Lotta spun around and aimed the camera toward the crowd. The men and women split and darted out of the way of the onrushing vehicle. Women were screaming and men were cursing as the car shot past them and out of the parking lot. Tires squealed as Bob swung into the street, barely avoiding an accident before he eased up and blended in with the flow of traffic.
"Get the camera back here," Red shouted.
Lotta swung around and came to her knees in the front seat, sighting down at the floorboard to film Virginia. One of Virginia's pumps were off and her skirt was hiked halfway up her hips. She lay cringing as Red covered her with a musty tarpaulin and put both his feet on it to keep her from getting up.
"No! No, please!!" Virginia begged from beneath the tarpaulin. "Don't hurt me!"
"Shut up!" Red barked. "You yell again and I'll shove my foot in your mouth!"
Virginia moaned.
"Mrs. Holden," Bob said in a soothing voice. "If you'll do just as Red says, you won't be physically damaged."
Her voice came muffled from beneath the tarpaulin. "What do you want with me? Whet are you going to do?"
"First we're going to ta-"
"Shut up, Bob!" Red snapped. "Do you want to spoil the whole effect after we've gone to so much trouble already? Mrs. Holden doesn't need to know a damned thing. Let her wonder."
And Virginia did wonder. She couldn't help it. The air was foul and heavy under the canvas but she dared not try to push it off. The man called Red had his feet on her to hold her in place. She was lying face down. One of his feet was at the back of her neck and the other was pressing painfully into the small of her back.
Fear kept Virginia quiet and still as ordered. Fear also made it hard for her to breathe. She gulped the foul air in frantic little gasps, her chest heaving and a cold sweat breaking out over her entire body.
They were quiet now. Virginia wished they would talk. At least then she could strain to make some idea of what they wanted with her from" their words. But they were not talking now and the silence in the car caused her mind to dart frantically from one terrifying thought to another. She thought of the string of butcherings up North. Six girls had been slain for no apparent reason-or was it seven now? Or eight? She saw herself shot and stabbed and thrown from the car to lie dead and alone in a roadside ditch. For a moment she could not breathe at all. An icy chill sped up her spine and she shuddered.
Stop it! Stop it! She forced her mind from the morbid thought and listened. Inside the car all was quiet. Outside, she could hear the sounds of traffic. Cars were moving on either side of them in the same direction. She could make out the sounds of traffic whipping past in the opposite direction. She heard an occasional truck. They were moving away from the downtown area, she realized. But where? Where in God's name were these-these what?-taking her? Kidnapers? Yes. But what else? Don't think about it. Don't.
Kidnapers, Kidnapers. Yes, of course. One of the men had told her that she wouldn't be hurt if she did what the one called Red said. It was just a case of mistaken identity. It had to be, because there was no reason for kidnapers to want her, thought Virginia. She and Harold both worked to make a living. They had no big money to pay for ransom. It was all a mistake. As soon as they found out who she was, they would turn her loose.
But would they? The thought of what might happen when they discovered they had grabbed the wrong woman sent Virginia shuddering again.
"Mrs. Holden? Are you all right? You're not epileptic, are your?"
"No," she wailed. "No!"
The sudden realization that they were calling her by name knocked the false hope she had been trying to build from under her. Virginia began sobbing bitter tears. They had the woman they wanted, all right. She was it. But why? Why? Why? And for what?
The car turned off the main street and came to a stop in a quiet residential section. Virginia perked up her ears and stifled her sobs. Bob reached under the front seat and picked up a damp cloth, then climbed from the car and went to wash the water colors from the license. The three 3's suddenly became 8's again.
"Now," Red said, as Bob crawled back under the steering wheel, "let's head for home."
Again the car began to move. It seemed as if they were never going to stop again. Virginia wondered where they were taking her and what they were going to do after they got her there. She tried not to think about it, but she couldn't help it. She had no control over her mind now. Fear had taken possession and driven out common sense.
Twenty minutes from the time Bob had sped from the Hitchcock parking lot he was turning off the street and pulling slowly up the drive of their rented house. The garage was open and waiting. He drove in and stopped. Wash jumped from the back seat and shut the pull-down door. The front car doors swung open as the bang from the garage door hitting the concrete reverberated through the air.
"Okay, baby," Red said, quickly snatching the tarpaulin from Virginia. "You can get up now ... Damn! What an ass!"
Virginia felt his hand on her buttocks, rubbing and rolling her soft flesh. "No!" she gasped. "No!" She sat up on the floorboard and hurriedly pulled down her skirt.
Bright light suddenly filled the back of the car. Virginia swung her head and blinked through the open door as Red muttered, "Perfect. . . perfect," and grabbed her wrist to drag her toward the light.
As Red pulled her from the car, Virginia could see that the light was coming from two floods mounted on a camera. She could see a man's feet walking backward beneath the lights as Red pulled her along after him. The big Negro was holding open a door to a kitchen. Red tugged her through the door as the cameraman stepped to the side and followed their action.
Virginia recognized the blonde girl who stood grinning in the kitchen. "Lotta!" she gasped.
"Surprised, Mrs. Holden?"
"What's going on, Lotta? Why am I here?"
Lotta threw her an enigmatic smile, then turned and walked from the kitchen.
One high heel clacking and one stockinged foot thumping on the linoleum floor, Virginia was pulled through the kitchen and into the living room. She saw Lotta move through an open doorway on the far side of tin-room. Red was pulling her in the same direction.
"Move, damn you!" he barked.
Virginia fell to the floor as Red jerked roughly on arm. She winced as he jerked her arm again in an effort to pull her off the floor. Following the pain in her shoulder, Virginia kicked off her remaining shoe and came to her feet. The bright light flashed on behind them as Red pulled her the rest of the way across the living room.
But when they neared the door, Red did not go through it. Instead, he swung Virginia by her wrist and slammed her back against the wall, knocking the breath from her. He grabbed her other wrist and came against her. His loins pressed tightly against her cunt. His knees forced open her legs and he hunched at her pelvis.
"Do you like to fuck, Mrs. Holden?" he asked as he leered into her frightened face.
"Oh dear God!" she screamed, struggling to break free as she felt his organ growing hard against her pussy.
But he held her helpless between his body and the wall, and her efforts only made his dick grow harder.
"Noo . . . please don't," she begged. "Please!
"Bring her in," Bob called. He and Wash had gone past them and were waiting in the bedroom with the camera, ready to film Virginia's entrance.
Red stepped back from Virginia and jerked her from the wall. He spun her around and pushed her through the door. Again she blinked at the bright lights. She stood just inside the bedroom door, glancing around the room. She saw the bed. She saw the camera. She saw Lotta's leering face. Suddenly she knew shy she had been brought to this place.
Panic grabbed at her guts. She stood for a second, shaking her head, then screamed and began backing from the room. "Oh no you don't!"
It was Red, coming up and grabbing her from behind. She wrenched violently from side to side as his arms squeezed around her and held. He was too strong. She could not break free. Virginia was panting and crying when she gave up.
"Feel her up, Red," Lotta urged. "Go on. Film it, Bob. It'll make a good shot."
Tears rolled down Virginia's cheeks. She stood whimpering and sobbing, sagging against Red as his hand came over her breast and squeezed down. Her mouth dropped open and she sucked in her breath at the pain of his brutal grip.
"Why?" she moaned. "Why are you doing this to me?" No one answered her. Bob kept the camera grinding away and the other three only laughed. How humiliating it was. How utterly humiliating. She felt Red's fingers undoing her blouse.
"Oh, no!" she protested, again trying to jerk free. Red grabbed a handful of her long shiny hair and snapped back her head. His face came upside down over "Listen, Mrs. Holden," Red spat. "Quit fighting it. Do as I say and you won't get hurt."
Her face contorting at the pain in her scalp and back, Virginia gasped, "What are you going to do to me? Tell me. For God's sake - tell me you're not going to kill me!"
"We're not going to kill you, baby," Red assured. "All we're gonna do is strip off your clothes and sex you up a little. That's all."
"No! No, I won't let you!"
She fell to her knees when she struggled this time. Red pulled her back to her feet by the hair of her head, Virginia yelping at the sharp pain and putting her feet to the floor and helping to raise herself as soon as she could. When she was standing once more, Red whirled her around and slapped her resoundingly across the face.
"You gonna behave now?" he demanded.
Virginia's hand shot up to wipe at the trickle of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth. She sobbed and nodded her head quickly as Red's hand drew back to strike her face again. "I'll behave. Don't hit me again. Ill do as you say."
Grinning, Red lowered his hand to his side. "That's being smart, Mrs. Holden. You have such pretty teeth. I could have knocked several of them out, you know. Wouldn't that have been a shame?"
She nodded quickly this time, her eyes growing wider as she realized there was no choice. The taste of blood told her plainly that Red would not hesitate in making good his threat to maim her if she gave him the slightest reason.
No matter what indignity they forced upon her she would simply have to bear it. Resisting them any longer would not help. It would prevent nothing. She was positive of that now. Red would only beat her severely and they would still use her for their evil purpose in the end, when she was battered and bloody and toothless and unable to resist any longer.
God would understand. He would know that she detested the wicked acts to come. He would forgive her. Under the circumstances He would most probably give her the strength to endure her tribulation. She prayed silently, asking in Jesus' name for God's help in the terrifying hours ahead. She pleaded for Him to shut off all feeling below her neck in order that she not have to suffer pain as well as the humiliation and degradation.
Virginia offered no resistance as Red turned her around to face the camera once more. She stood with her eyes closed, still praying as she felt him unbutton her blouse and push it from her. As her blouse fell silently at her feet, she felt his fingers working at the hooks of her bra. She shivered when it came undone, then whimpered softly as he pulled the straps over her shoulders and whisked her bra away.
Cringing inwardly, she felt the rush of cool air on her breasts as they dropped loose and swayed naked before the wicked strangers. She felt the heat in her cheeks and knew shame as she stood helpless. The Negro seeing her this way was the worst of all, she thought. The Negro? Was he going to use her body too? She panicked at the idea of him coming into her body and began praying more urgently, asking God to make her unconscious so she would not have to live with the knowledge of defilement for the rest of her life.
Red's loins were pressed against her butt. His prick was hard, probing into the crack of her ass as his hands rubbed at her stomach and pulled her tighter to him. A tremor shot through Virginia as she felt his hands move up suddenly and cover her breasts, she choked back a scream and went on praying as he took both of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began rolling them back and forth.
"You've got a beautiful set of knockers, Mrs. Holden," Red whispered in her ear.
She ignored him and called on God to shut off her hearing as well as her feeling. She felt his fingers suddenly tightening down on her nipples, sending instant pain shooting up to sear her tortured brain.
Moaning and sobbing, she opened her eyes to see his fingers pinching and twisting her tender flesh. She fell against him for support, trembling and gasping for him to release her nipples.
"I paid you a compliment," Red said, still punishing her tits. "You ignored me. That's very rude, Mrs. Holden. When someone pays you a compliment, you should at least say thank you."
'Thank you," she whimpered. 'Thank you very much."
Red released her swollen nipples and cupped her tits, massaging gently as he talked. "What's your first name. Mrs. Holden? Now that we're beginning to understand each other it seems a little silly to be so formal. Don't you agree?"
His fingers came back to her nipples, making Virginia nod quickly and say, "Virginia. Yes, call me Virginia."
"I don't like the name. It's too stuffy. Ill call you what your husband calls you. Does he have a nickname for you? "
She nodded, reluctant to tell this evil person and have him call her by the same name her husband did.
"Tell me or I'll pinch off your nipples."
"Ginny," she blurted. "He calls me Ginny."
"You don't mind if we call you Ginny too, do you, Ginny?"
She shook her head. "I guess it's all right." Red dug his nails into the sore buds. "Don't you want us to call you Ginny?"
"Yes!" she wailed. "I want you to call me Ginny. Please."
"Now, that's more like it, Ginny baby," Red laughed. "Hey, Wash. Come over here and feel Ginny's tits, man. Get a double handful of these luscious boobs and give me your expert opinion."
Virginia shuddered as the Negro came toward her with a broad grin spreading over his black face.
"You don't mind if my black friend handles the merchandise and renders an opinion on their quality, do you, Ginny?"
Wash was standing in front of her now, reaching out to put his dirty hands on her breasts. Virginia shook her head as she stared up, wild-eyed, into his face. An emphatic "NO" welled up in her throat and she almost choked with the effort to keep it from escaping her mouth. She succeeded in keeping back the word but the choking sound rippled from her throat as his hands covered her breasts and handled them intimately.
"She's got as fine a set of tits as I've ever had hold of," Wash grinned. "I think I'll kiss 'em."
With that, Wash bent and took a nipple between his fat lips. Virginia cringed as his kinky hair brushed her other tit and left a grease spot on her white skin. She forced herself to stand still as his mouth opened wider and took in more of her tit. Then his big hands came to her hips, holding her as he tightened down in suction on her swollen nipple. His tongue licked warmly at her sore flesh.
The Negro's wet mouth was pleasant and soothing to her abused nipple. Before Virginia realized what was happening, his lips and tongue were sending tiny spears of delight into her breast. Trembling, she prayed once more.
CHAPTER FIVE
Despite her supreme effort to deny the pleasure Negro's mouth gave her, when the black lips moved away her nipple was left wet and firm. Red grinned obscenely as he looked over her shoulder, down at Virginia's tit.
"Hey, man," Red exclaimed. "I think she liked the way you sucked her tit! Look at how it's standing out, all puckered up!"
"Yeah," Wash said. "The other one looks so soft and neglected, don't it? Reckon I ought to suck it up nice and hard too."
"You ought to be fair about it," Lotta commented with mock .seriousness, as she moved up beside them. "After all, it'd be showing prejudice if you didn't kiss it the same way. You don't want Ginny to think you're prejudiced, do you?"
"You don't need to," Virginia said hopefully. "I know you're not prejudiced. Don't bother with it." "I think she's afraid," Wash taunted. "What are you afraid of, Ginny? Me or yourself? You afraid I might make you like it?"
Virginia clenched her teeth tightly together, hissing through them, "Never! I'll never like what you do. I despise you ... all of you! You've got no reason to treat me this way. No reason!"
Her sudden diatribe brought a burst of raucous laughter from her tormentors. Only Bob, who was busy filming Virginia's degradation, did not think her outburst funny. Wash suddenly quit laughing and dropped his mouth. The tip of his tongue touched the point of her nipple, circled for a second, then his mouth opened wide and half her tit was inside his hot mouth.
The loud slurps and sucking noises Wash made as he went hungrily at her tit sounded to Virginia like a number of pigs eating slop from a trough. It thoroughly disgusted her. She looked at the source of the sound and had to clench her hands into fists to keep from beating at the obscene sight.
His big eyes leered up at her, laughing at her, taunting her-as his mouth kept sucking in her tit and pushing it out, again and again. Teeth scraped harshly as his hot, thick lips moved forward and backward to wet her white skin with his slippery saliva. She wanted to scream out and shove the black animal from her, but she knew better than to try it. There was nothing she could do but grit her teeth and endure his vile sucking and slobbering.
To Virginia's utter amazement, her nipple was left tumescent and shining wetly when Wash finally tired of it and pulled away. She again heard the sound of their delighted laughter as she moaned and shut her eyes to pray. Help me, Lord. Help me! Don't let me respond to this sinful and wicked thing they are doing. Blank out my mind and feelings ... Please! Help me!
The film in Bob's camera ran out. He began reloading. "Quit your horsing around," he snapped at the others. "Get her undressed and fucked. If you keep on like you have been, the movie will be so damned long no one will be able to afford it."
"Well edit it down to size," Red snapped back. "Relax, we've got plenty of film and all day to shoot it. I think you have a point about getting her undressed, though. I want to see if her ass looks as good as it felt."
"Make her take her own clothes off," Lotta urged.
"Yeah," Red drawled. "I like the idea. Come on, Ginny. Peel 'em off. Give us a little strip tease."
"Oh, God," Virginia moaned, as they stepped back.
"Do it," Red said, coldly.
"I can't. I won't help you."
"Do it!" Red thundered.
Her hands shot to her hip and began unfastening her skirt. Avoiding their eyes and the whirring camera, she unzipped the skirt and let it fall about her feet.
"The half slip now," Red ordered.
Reluctantly, Virginia hooked her thumbs into the elastic band about her waist and bent as she slid the half-slip over her hips and pushed it down her nylon-clad legs to lie atop her bunched skirt. She straightened back up shivering, humiliated to the point of tears at being forced to stand before them in only panties and hose.
"Go on, Ginny. Show us your pussy," Red grinned.
The Negro was also grinning, Virginia noticed. And Lotta-why, she was staring hotly at the dark triangle of her pubic hair showing through her nylon panties and licking absently at her lips! Virginia groaned weakly, suddenly realizing that perversion was to compound the cruelty she must bear. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she reached down to unfasten her stockings from her garter belt "No," Red barked. "Leave your hose and garter belt on. It'll make the film more lascivious that way. Just your panties, baby. Take them off and you're ready for action."
Virginia pushed her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and lowered them slowly. Her head hung forward, out of shame. Sobbing, tears falling on her feet, Virginia saw the top of her pubic hair come into view. She stopped, unable to go on. The life seemed gone from her body, drained away by her shame and humiliation.
"Please," she begged, trembling weakly and wagging her head from side to aide. Her shoulders jerked and her tits jiggled as she struggled to talk between choking sobs, "Don't do this awful thing... to me. Let me ... go. I won't re...port you if you will. I swear I .. won't report you. Please! Oh please!"
"Maybe we should let her go," Bob said.
"Bullshit! Don't start that again!"
Gritting his teeth, Bob ducked behind the camera to go on filming.
"Get them drawers off!" Red shouted.
"I can't," Virginia wailed. "Oh Dear God, I just can't!"
"Ill get 'em off," Wash said.
The towering Negro went to Virginia and stuck his big hand between her stomach and panties. His knuckles bruised her mons veneris as he gripped the flimsy nylon. Powerful muscles tensed in his arm, then he ripped away her panties with one swift jerk.
Struggling to keep her balance, Virginia gasped loudly and covered her pussy with her hands as Wash pitched her ruined panties to the floor.
"Hot damn!" Red bellowed. "What a scene! Turn around, Ginny. Turn around."
It was the first command Red had given that Virginia was glad to obey. She quickly stepped out of her skirt and slip and spun around with her back toward him, relieved not to have to face the leering eyes and the ever-grinding camera.
"Jesus," Red muttered, "what an ass! Bend over, baby."
"What?"
"TOUCH YOUR TOES!"
The sharpness of his voice sent Virginia's hands rushing quickly to her toes as she bent over, leaving her legs straight. Her hair brushing the floor, Virginia looked questioningly through her knees at the upside-down faces leering at her ass.
Wash squatted close to Virginia and grunted, "Man-oh-man! Look at that choice red meat!"
Red was looking, all right-but at the brown rather than the red. Virginia's tiny asshole fascinated him. For all Red cared, Wash could have exclusive rights to her cunt. Her tight little asshole was what Red anticipated shoving his dick into.
It suddenly dawned on Virginia that they could see everything she had because of her bent-over position. It also dawned on her that the door was directly in front of her and her captors were all behind her, busily staring at her exposed privates and exclaiming over them among themselves. It was her chance. It was the first chance she had had. It would probably be her only one. If she was to attempt an escape, she knew she would have to act at once.
In a flurry of movement, Virginia grabbed up her discarded clothing and dashed for the door. She jerked it open and rushed through to slam it behind her before any of them could act. Her tits swaying and her ass bouncing, she ran through the living room and kitchen and into the garage. She would have to dress later, she thought as she bolted around their car and opened the driver's door to jump beneath the steering wheel.
The keys were still in the ignition, she noticed, with mounting hope. She reached for them, gripping and turning the switch with shaking fingers as the clatter of rushing footsteps sounded in the kitchen. The motor came to life. Red charged through the kitchen door and lurched at the car with Wash right behind him. As Red reached out for the door handle, Virginia shoved the car into reverse and mashed down on the accelerator. The car jerked and the motor died.
The passenger's door flew open and Red slid into the front seat. Cursing, he leaned over and jerked the keys from the ignition. "What the hell did you think you were going to do? Back out through the metal door?"
"Yes, damn you," Virginia hissed. "Yes!"
Red doubled over laughing at her frustration. She had damned near made it, but was now right back where she'd started before bolting from the room-naked and frightened and helpless.
The driver's door opened and Wash leaned his head in. "Good old Bob," he said, nodding to the engaged emergency brake. "He never fails to put it on, does he?"
"Good think for us he did, this time," Red grinned. He got out of the car and slammed the door. "Bring her back to the bedroom."
"Gotcha," Wash grunted, reaching for Virginia's wrist to pull her from the car as Red went through the kitchen door and left them behind.
"Help me get away," Virginia whispered.
"Huh-uh! Nothin' doin'."
"I'll make it worth your while. Ill pay you a lot of money."
Virginia was still sitting in the car. Wash held her wrist as he moved his face close to hers. He supported himself by putting his right hand behind Virginia's head. She felt his breath as he grinned with his black face no more than two inches away.
"Is money all you got to offer me?" Wash asked.
"What else do you want?"
"How about a nice, tender kiss?"
Before she could stop it, Virginia's face went sour at I thought.
"Never mind," Wash taunted. "I guess you're just too prejudiced for that. It ain't much, you know. I mean-here you're asking me to go against my friends and help you get "I offered you money in return," she said lamely.
"Money isn't everything."
"I can give you a little over five-thousand dollars. My husband and I have that much in our savings account."
"How do I know you'll draw it out and give it to me? How do I know you won't turn me over to the police for kidnapping, once you get out of here?"
"I give you my word."
Wash wasn't smiling now. He looked her in the eye and asked, "You won't cross me?"
"Oh, no!" Virginia assured, her heart leaping with the sudden hope of escape once again. "I promise. I won't cross you. Just help me get out of here and I'll get the money for you as quick as we can get to the bank!"
"All right," Wash said. "I believe I can trust you."
"Then you will help me? " she asked, excitedly.
Wash nodded. "I will if you'll seal our bargain with a kiss, to show your sincerity."
Kissing him suddenly seemed the right thing to do. He was big and black with thick lips and kinky hair that was full of grease, but no man had ever looked more like a knight in shining armor than Wash did to Virginia at that moment.
'Thank you, Wash. Thank you," Virginia whispered, pulling her wrist from his relaxing grip and bringing up her hands to hold his cheeks.
Closing her eyes, she puckered her red lips and tilted up her white face to be kissed. She felt his lips on hers, hot and wet and softer than she had dreamed a man's lips could be. There was no revulsion at his flesh touching hers. He was a friend now. He was going to help her escape being raped and abused. A kiss was little enough payment for that. It was all he had asked. She had offered the money. He had refused it unless she permitted the kiss. Under the circumstances, how could she deny him the small token of sincerity?
Virginia had expected the kiss to be no more than a friendly peck. It should be ending by now, she thought. It should already have ended. But it wasn't ending. Wash kept his big soft lips hotly over hers, dragging the kiss on and on as his mouth moved tenderly against hers and his tongue came out to lick gently back and forth between her lips.
What to do? What to do? Virginia dared not jerk her mouth away and insult her benefactor. She could not risk hurting his feelings when escape was only short seconds away. His tongue was probing more insistently now. Should she open her lips and allow him to kiss her in such an intimate way? Could she let a Negro stick his tongue inside her mouth without throwing up?
She felt his tongue press through her lips and lap at the front edges of her teeth. She had no choice but to do as he obviously wanted. His lips were pressing tighter over her mouth. His darting tongue was licking at the softer inner surfaces of her lips. His fingers began rubbing at the back of her neck. His other hand came to her thigh, resting halfway between her knee and her crotch as his fingers began gently massaging her soft flesh.
With a shock, Virginia found herself enjoying the Negro's attentions. His black hands and lips should be repulsive to her-not pleasant! She should recoil from his kiss and caresses-not thrill to them! Oh God, she thought, how depraved! How utterly depraved to let a black man touch her body like he was doing, and to want him to go even further.
Her mind reeling with the awful lewdness of the situation, Virginia opened her mouth and let his hot tongue come rushing in. She did not throw up. She didn't even think of throwing up. His tongue filled her mouth and began darting about and licking at her cheeks and teeth and tongue and the back of her throat.
Hearing a tiny whimper and dimly realizing that it came from her own throat, Virginia began licking back at Wash's invading tongue. She sucked it hotly, telling herself that it would be enough to satisfy the Negro, that he would end the kiss soon and take her out of this wicked place to freedom and sanity once more.
Without her consciously willing them to do so, her arms went around his head and held him to her sucking mouth. His thick lips were inside her lips now and her fingers were playing through his greasy hair. It didn't matter. Soon it would be ending and they would leave. She could reclaim her senses in the bright sunlight outside.
His hand was cupping her cunt now, rocking her entire body as he rubbed up and down over her swollen lips. It felt good-so good! Virginia sighed as she scooted her ass forward and spread her legs a bit more to give him better access to her crotch. What did it matter? In just another short second or so he would quit and they would drive away from here.
A fingertip worked between the hot folds of her cuntlips. Virginia stiffened and held her breath as Wash slowly pushed past her inner lips and planted his finger up her slippery vagina till the palm of his hand again covered her vulva. Virginia moaned. The way he was massaging the walls of her vagina was simply scrumptious. She sucked down voraciously on his tongue and began jerkily hunching her cunt to help him get the other finger he was thrusting at her up her vagina too.
A burst of laughter snapped Virginia back to her senses quite suddenly. She swung her head toward the raucous sound and saw Red and Lotta standing beside Wash. They were looking in at her hips thrusting to meet Wash's black hand.
"Oh God!" she shrieked, quickly jerking back and pushing away Wash's hand from her steaming crotch. Wash again grabbed her wrist and pulled her, cringing, from the car. "I think she's ready for some cock now," he said, grinning triumphantly at Red and Lotta.
"Why, Virginia," taunted Lotta. "You're really not such a stuck-up prude after all. You really go for my black friend, don't you? Wait till he shoves his big, fat, black cock up inside your belly, baby! You 11 freak out! He knows how to screw. Hell make you forget all about how nasty niggers are. You'll love it, Ginny. Just wait till he shoots a full load of hot nigger cum right into your womb!"
"No!" Virginia gasped, trembling as she twisted her wrist about in an effort to pull free of Wash. "Oh, NO!"
"Oh yes," Red mocked. "Come on, Wash. Bring the cunt back to the bedroom and let's get on with it."
Red walked off. Lotta stood for a minute, grinning as Virginia looked up pleadingly into Wash's face, then she too started for the door. "You never had any intention of helping me get free."
"Nope, "Wash said. "I didn't." "Why? Don't you want the money?" "Five thousand dollars? That's chicken feed compared to what I'll get for screwing you in this movie. Red says we ought to clear fifty thousand each ... at least." "You're going to show it for money?" "Naw. We're gonna print up thousands of copies and sell them all over the world."
The news stunned Virginia. All she could do was let her mouth drop open and stand there, shaking her head in horror.
"You're gonna be almost famous. Course, nobody is going to know your name unless maybe a man you knows sees it. But all kinds of men are gonna see you gettin' it and wish they was the one givin' it to you, Ginny. Just think how many cocks you're gonna make hard.
Virginia whimpered. Her head swam dizzily. The garage spun and her knees buckled under her. She began to fall. Then Wash was laughing and picking her up, holding her like a child in his arms and carrying her back into the house.
CHAPTER SIX
There was no escape, Virginia realized, as the big Negro carried her through the kitchen and living room. The others were waiting to ravish her, to force her into servile acceptance of whatever degrading sexual perversions their demented minds could conjure up. They would show her no mercy. She felt the room spinning as Wash carried her toward the bedroom door. God had not answered her prayers. All was lost. She had been delivered into the hands of the devil. Hell awaited inside that bedroom, and she must somehow endure the torturous defilement-not for her own sake, for now Virginia would gladly embrace the sting of death rather than live the next few hours of total humiliation. She had to resist the simmering heat Wash had started in her loins and come through her ordeal with her sanity still intact for Harold and Mark. They must never know any of this, she decided. Especially little Mark. Harold might possibly understand, but her small son was much too young to fathom such a dreadful thing happening to his mother. She would have to keep it secret from both her son and husband.
Virginia's thoughts were abruptly interrupted. Her nude skin felt the heat from the camera's bright floodlights as Wash turned to the side and moved through the door into the bedroom. Lotta was standing at the foot of the bed, stripping off her clothes and smiling expectantly. Oh Lord! Virginia's mind reeled as she realized the girl was going to be the first to possess her.
"Put her on the bed," Red ordered. As Lotta stepped out of her panties, Wash strode to the bed and dumped Virginia ignominiously. The creaking protest, as she hit in the center of the bed and bounced, rang obscenely in Virginia's ears. She thought fleetingly of again attempting to dash from the room.
"Don't move!" Red threatened, pulling off his belt and wrapping it twice around his hand.
"No! Don't beat me!" Virginia shrieked, cringing as Red approached the bed with his arm drawn back to stroke out t her defenseless form. "Stop it!" Bob yelled, his voice stilling Red's arm in midair. "There's no sense in strapping her. I won't have it... do you hear?"
Red fought with himself, then let the hand holding belt drop to his side. "All right," he grunted, turning to glare at Bob. "But if she tries to bust out again, you can go to hell!"
Virginia gulped as Red leaned over her. She could see the meanness in his eyes.
"Hear me, cunt, and hear me good," Red hissed. "You so much as try to get off this bed without me telling you to and 111 cut blood from your pretty ass! You understand?"
"Yes. Yes, I understand," Virginia answered quickly. She felt numb with fear as she looked at the evil in his face.
Red backed away then, his face beaming with victory as he motioned at Lotta. "Come on, Lotta. Hop in the sack with Ginny and feed her some pussy. If she gives you any trouble, just let me know and 111 whip her ass good."
"You'd like nothing better than to take the belt to her, wouldn't you, big Red?" Lotta asked as she went naked toward the bed.
A grunt was Red's only reply. Virginia was deathly still as Lotta lay down beside her and took her into her arms. Every nerve in her body cried out against the contact of the female body pressing tightly to her trembling flesh.
"Look at me, honey," Lotta breathed.
Fighting back her revulsion, Virginia turned her head toward Lotta. Virginia's lips were trembling as Lotta smiled warmly across the few inches between them and put her hand intimately on her hip.
'Turn onto your side."
The softness of Lotta's voice was somehow soothing to Virginia. She turned toward her, knowing that if she didn't Red would pounce at her and bring down his belt to bite into her flesh. Then Lotta was sliding closer, bringing their tits together, fondling at the cheek of her ass, coming at her mouth with wet and parted lips to kiss her.
As Lotta's soft, wet lips touched Virginia's mouth, their pubic mounds also came into contact. It was as if Virginia had suddenly received an electric shock. She jerked and gasped aloud, staring wide-eyed into Lotta's face as she felt her pink tongue pushing insistently through her lips.
Lotta's lips moved against Virginia's mouth. "Don't fight me, baby," she murmured. "Close your eyes and pretend I'm a man."
It helped some. Virginia shut her eyes and tried to cut off all feeling within her. Little by little she yielded to the probing tongue, letting her teeth move farther and farther apart until Lotta was thrusting her tongue past the tip of Virginia's tongue and pushing on into her mouth.
The smooth undersurface of Lotta's tongue slithered along the top of Virginia's taste organ, moving from side to side as it came deeper and deeper. Tits mashed tightly against tits; cunt rubbed against cunt; thighs and bellies came softly into contact and held together. The hot tongue darted about inside Virginia's mouth, licking everywhere at once, it seemed, to her confused mind.
The fire that Wash had built in Virginia's loins flickered back to life. She felt the pleasure from the constant rubbing of Lotta's blonde pussy over hers. The female tongue inside her mouth soon lost its repugnance and was tasting sweeter and sweeter. Virginia knew she was losing the battle. Less and less were her thoughts on the perverseness and wickedness of Lotta's making love to her. Against her will, against everything she knew to be right and holy, Virginia found with mounting uneasiness that she was beginning to enjoy Lotta's thrusting tongue and rubbing pussy and caressing hand. In a last effort to resist the devil's pleasure, Virginia mustered up all the fight left in her. She jerked her mouth free of Lotta's, intending to shout out how wrong it was for two women to be lying together and kissing so intimately.
A weak whimper sounded. Virginia opened her mouth to yell again. This time she heard a low moan that was obviously more pleasure than anger or protest. Startled, she opened her eyes to see Lotta smiling warmly.
"That's it, baby," Lotta crooned. "That's it. Don't fight it any more. Let yourself go and I'll make you love every minute of it."
"It's wrong," Virginia groaned. "So wicked ... so perverted!"
"You'11 like it," Lotta said. "But-"
"But nothing," Lotta said, insistently. "For once in your life let your body tell you what it likes. You're a flesh-and-blood woman, a beautiful woman. I've wanted to make love to you from the first minute I laid eyes on you. Now I've got you; and, baby, before I'm through you 11 be cursing yourself for missing out on one of life's greatest pleasures."
"No ... oh no," Virginia protested weakly.
"Yes... oh yes," Lotta grinned. "Just hang on, honey. I'm gonna show you how great two women can make it together!"
Virginia's next words got no farther from her throat. She opened her mouth to speak, only to be silenced by Lotta's mouth coming hotly and urgently over hers. Again she had a mouthful of Lotta's wet and darting tongue. It came quickly this time, thrusting forcefully to the depths of her mouth as Lotta rolled her to her back and came atop her. Lotta's knees wedged between Virginia's, forcing her thighs apart.
Then Lotta was between her legs, hunching like a man as she kept their mouths glued tightly together. Pussy against pussy, Lotta rocked from side to side, letting her cunt lips flip maddeningly at Virginia's, opening the latter's twat and letting the juices Wash had started flowing come seeping out to lubricate her swollen vulva.
Thousands of tiny arrows shot through Virginia's loins. Each was coated with pleasure. She tried to deny it but couldn't. The prickling sensation of Lotta's cunt hair, brushing back and forth on the inner surfaces of her tender pussy lips, soon had Virginia moaning into Lotta's mouth and sucking eagerly at her tongue.
Both pussies were crying now, each sending out tears of slippery, clear fluid which washed hotly over their cunt lips and made the friction of cunt on cunt even more delightful. Virginia's arms went around Lotta, holding her tightly to her as she drew up her legs and opened them wider to give her hips more room to hunch.
"Look at that!" Red exclaimed.
"They're gettin' hot," Wash commented.
The bed was creaking now from the frenzied way Lotta was rubbing her cunt up and down Virginia's open slit. Her ass muscles were clenched tight as her back arched again and again. Both women were moaning now, their mouths still locked together, swapping spit and tongues as the heat from their twats spread through their bodies. Virginia's legs drew up higher, leaving her feet to jerk in mid-air as Lotta hit into her cunt with a rapid-fire motion. Lotta's cunt rubbed and mashed wetly against Virginia's, nearly driving her out of her mind. It got better and better. All thought of the woman-to-woman sex being wicked and wrong was gone. In fact, all thought, as such, was absent.
Lust now had complete control of Virginia-mind, body and soul. She gave herself over to the raging need for climax in her loins. Sucking wildly at Lotta's tongue, Virginia stroked her open hands sensually down her back and gripped eagerly at the tensed cheeks of Lotta's humping butt. She dug into the warm flesh with her fingernails, holding Lotta's hot, wet pussy tightly to hers.
Feeling the onset of orgasm, Virginia began moaning into Lotta's mouth and wagging her ass back and forth to help bring it on. Lotta knew instinctively what to do. She pushed her cunt harder into Virginia's and brought their clitorises together. She held there, rocking from side to side and flipping Virginia's pleasure button with her own.
It was exactly what Virginia needed. In a matter of seconds she was whimpering with the first waves of orgasmic twitchings. She clung to Lotta, her body trembling and tense. Then her mouth jerked away and broke the kiss. She opened her eyes and stared into Lotta's face, licking at her puffy lips as the walls of her cunt began their clasping and fluttering response.
"Lotta! Oh, Lotta!"
"Yes, Ginny! I know, honey! I know!"
Their mouths came hotly back together in a long, tongue-sucking kiss as orgasm flooded over them both. They whimpered. They moaned. They thrashed about. Virginia thought surely she would pass out from the lewdness and intensity. Her come went on and on, until the end she was lying weakly beneath Lotta and sobbing brokenly.
Red was standing at the foot of the bed, his cock growing so hard it ached at the sight of Virginia's tiny brown asshole winking through her orgasm. Wash had a bulge in his pants too, Red saw. But Wash would have to wait. He could have all the time he wanted to jam his big black prick in Virginia's cunt-but only after Red corn-holed her tempting butt first.
The sweet pain in his stiff dick told Red it was time to shove it up Virginia's tail. He had to force himself to hold off, to keep from hurrying to the bed and dragging Lotta from it by the hair of her head. But the movie came first; and there was a shot he wanted that only Lotta could get for him. So he waited, impatiently pushing at his peter and enjoying the extra firmness it had.
It wasn't necessary for Red to remind Lotta \ wanted. As soon as she was able to think again, she pulled her mouth from Virginia's and began kissing down her body. She buried her face between Virginia's large soft tits and licked hotly at their inner slopes.
"Lotta?" Virginia gasped. She raised her head to watch as Lotta sucked at her swollen nipples. It was good. She couldn't find the will to resist. Her head dropped back to the pillow and her eyes went shut as Lotta licked wetly down her abdomen.
The hot tip of Lotta's tongue shot warmly into her navel and licked around and around before she moved her head lower yet. Nearer and nearer to Ginny's cunt went the flashing pink tongue, sending shivers up and down Virginia's spine as she realized what Lotta was going to do to her. She'd heard about such things-had thought she might someday ask Harold to do that to her.
And now-now Lotta's hot tongue was moving into her coarse pubic hair without once stopping. It was descending lower and lower, passing over her mons veneris and licking at the top of her elliptical hole. The tip of Lotta's tongue touched Virginia's inflamed clitoris.
A low moan issued from between Virginia's clenched teeth. Her lips drew back and her hands made tight fists. "Yesss... oh yesss," she wailed, suddenly feeling Lotta's lips clamp down over her clitoris.
Virginia sucked in her breath as Lotta batted her tender clit back and forth with the tip of her tongue. Every muscle in her body grew taut. A shudder passed from her toes to the ends of her long hair. Then Virginia let out her breath in a loud, whooshing sound as Lotta sucked down fiercely on her pleasure button and pulled it into her mouth.
In and out of Lotta's hot mouth went Virginia's throbbing clitoris, until she thought she would scream out from exquisite torture. She was on the brink of another come when Lotta let go the suction and her pleasure button snapped back into place.
It was not the end of Lotta's oral ministration. As soon Virginia realized she was no longer getting her clit sucked, she felt Lotta's rough tongue licking up and down the entire length of her hairy slit in a doglike fashion. She lay trembling, pushing up her cunt and opening her legs so Lotta could lick deeper between her swollen cunt lips.
Never in her life had Virginia experienced such delight. She reached down and spread her own pussy with excited fingertips, then groaned aloud as Lotta's tongue shot snakelike, up her vagina. Her fingers buried in Lotta's hair, gripping her head and trying to stuff the girl's face into her wide-open cunt.
She felt the roughened surface of Lotta's constantly moving tongue lapping at the walls of her vagina. Little slurping noises came drifting up to her ears. The lewd sounds only excited Virginia all the more. She was suddenly hunching her cunt at Lotta, grinding her pelvis over the girl's face and trying to mash her clit to death against Lotta's bared teeth.
"Suck me!" she screeched. "Suck my pussy!"
Such an urgent plea was all Lotta had been waiting for. She knew Virginia was totally in her power now. The ragged sound of her demanding voice left no doubt that Virginia was thoroughly enjoying their heated bout of sex. Her puritanical upbringing was gone from Virginia's consciousness now-pushed far back in a dark corner of her mind and held at bay by the lust raging in her loins. Now Red would get the shot he wanted. Virginia was ready for anything!
Lotta puckered her lips and smacked a loud kiss dead center of Virginia's twitching cunt, then jerked away her mouth and crawled quickly atop her body once more. She put her cunt-slick mouth to Virginia's and chuckled at the result. At once, Virginia opened her mouth wide and pressed her lips to Lotta's, thrusting her tongue deep into her throat and sighing at the second-hand taste of her own cunt.
Permitting the kiss for only a few seconds, Lotta then pulled away and rolled off Virginia. She lay smiling as Virginia elbowed up and looked over imploringly at her.
"No. Don't quit now," Virginia pleaded, her tits rising and falling as she breathed rapidly. "Finish me .. . suck me till I come again!"
"Are you near coming? " Lotta asked.
"Yessss ... shit yesss!"
"Then you can suck my box while you cool off a little. Virginia's eyes grew wide.
"Don't you want to return the favor?" Lotta laughed. "No ... yes ... I don't know," Virginia moaned. "I've never done anything like that."
"You liked it while I was doing it to you." "Yes. Oh, I did like it!"
"Well, I like it too, baby. Get down there and suck my snatch if you ever want me to finish you off. This is a two-sided affair, you know. I want my kicks as much as you want yours. Hurry now! Get your tongue in deep and lick me the way I did you!"
Virginia hesitated only a moment. She looked down at Lotta's heaving stomach, watching it rise and fall as her legs moved apart. She saw the dewy, blonde pubic hair and the reddish slit of her yawning cunt. With a groan, Virginia came to her knees and crawled quickly between Lotta's soft thighs. She bent over and pressed her open mouth to Lotta's crotch. The scent was heady. The taste was musky.
Her head reeling from the perverse act she was committing, Virginia thrust out her tongue and licked deeply inside Lotta's hot pussy. She moaned at the taste of the girl's copious vaginal fluid, finding it delicious rather than repugnant, as she had feared it would be. She scraped the slick substance from Lotta's velvety tunnel with her tongue, eagerly bringing it into her mouth and swallowing it. The musky flavor delighted her palate.
Forming her lips in a tight seal about Lotta's hot cuntlips, Virginia sucked harshly at her pussy. She clutched the cheeks of Lotta's ass and pulled her even tighter against her face. The trembling and moaning her actions produced in Lotta only spurred Virginia on. She began sucking and tonguing the sweet cunt for all she was worth, getting almost as much pleasure out of doing the sucking as she had out of being sucked.
Red could stand it no longer. His peter was threatening to blow off in his pants. Muttering to himself, he quickly shed his clothing and climbed onto the bed with the two girls. He took his cock in his hand and worked his way up between Virginia's thighs, aiming at her outthrust and unsuspecting butt. The brown coloring of her anus was in plain view. It was toward this delectable target that Red was drawn. He was thinking he'd never seen such a beautiful asshole.
After pausing long enough to get a closer look at it, Red felt impelled to kiss it at least once. Such a pretty asshole should be kissed before it's fucked, he thought. A beauty such as that sweet, brown hole possessed deserved some token of admiration and homage.
Bending to lower his mouth to Virginia's anus, Red took a cheek of her ass to each hand. He stuck his thumbs into the crack of her butt and pulled apart her soft buttocks to make her asshole easier to kiss.
"What? What are you doing?"
Virginia stopped sucking on Lotta's pussy to raise her head and look around in fright. She saw Red's hands on her buttocks, noticed his face dropping toward her rump. Thoroughly confused as to what Red intended, Virginia froze. She dared not refuse him, no matter what he wanted. The threat to use his belt on her was not to be taken lightly. She knew full well he was capable of doing just as he'd said he would do-cut blood from her tail if she gave him the slightest reason.
So she held still, trembling as she watched his face come toward her butt. It completely amazed her when Red's lips kissed hotly at each cheek of her ass. A sensation of lightheadedness swept over her as she felt him lick wetly down the crack of her rump. Then the tip of his probing tongue found its mark, darting quickly into her anus and making Virginia shriek out with pure delight as Red struggled to penetrate her rubbery, brown ring.
"So you like it, baby? " Lotta asked.
Virginia turned to look, dumfounded, into Lotta's eyes. "Do you know what he's doing, Lotta? My asshole. Red's licking my asshole!"
"Do you like it?"
"Mmm! Yes, yes, yes! Ouu! Ohh ..." Virginia's voice trailed off. She held her breath as she felt Red's tongue slip through her anus and jab hotly into her quivering ass.
"Get your mouth back on my box," Lotta urged. "You can keep sucking me while Red tongues your asshole. I'm on the verge, baby. Shoot me full of your sweet tongue and push me over the last hurdle. Make me come, damn you!
Suck me!"
About to come herself, because of Red's tongue-fucking, in and out of her tight asshole, Virginia dropped her mouth once again to Lotta's blonde snatch. She opened wide this time, taking the puffy lips inside her mouth-and some of the damp hairs on either side along with them. She sucked down with all her might, stretching Lotta's pussy and pulling her soft lips out, into her mouth, where she could lick at them and nibble greedily with her teeth.
Red's tongue was delicious. Virginia was afraid she would lose control at any moment and shit a turd into his hot mouth. She felt like pissing and shitting and coming all at the same time. She blew a fart, hearing it sputter wetly around his thick tongue and feeling it balloon his lips out over her anal region.
It was the wrong thing for her to have done. Instantly, Red jerked away his mouth and whacked his open hand into the cheek of her ass. Virginia was knocked forward, losing her mouthful of dancing cunt lips. Lotta's hands grabbed at her head, holding her tightly to her cunt and rubbing it over her nose as well as her mouth. "Tongue! Tongue me!"
Virginia thrust out her tongue and licked into Lotta's pussy as deeply as she could. The sharp edges of her teeth chafed the frenum at the base of her deeply planted tongue, as she lapped wildly at the fluttering walls of Lotta's cunt.
There was nothing Virginia could do but go on sucking cunt. Lotta held her in a viselike grip, rubbing her cunt into her mouth and chanting for her to suck harder, harder, harder! And Red, still cursing her for losing control and farting into his mouth, was beating at her tender ass with both hands. He made her butt sting and turn red, going on and on with the vicious spanking until Virginia was moaning and sobbing out of control. Tears ran down her face. Piteous sounds escaped, all muffled, from inside Lotta's cunt.
Had Virginia known what was coming next, she would have begged Red to go on spanking her tail. But she didn't know, and was much relieved when his hands stopped whacking loudly at her buttocks. She heaved a sigh and went on sucking Lotta's pussy, sure that the girl had passed through at least three climaxes since Red started beating her rear. Lotta wouldn't let her go. Her fingers were locked about Virginia's head, keeping her mouth over her twitching cuntlips and demanding Virginia suck harder than it was possible for her to do. She tried but got nothing in return except fingernails digging brutally into her scalp and a verbal slap in the face.
Then Red was back at her butt and Virginia almost forgot about Lotta's demands. He was not spanking this time. Instead, his fingers pushed roughly into the crack of Virginia's ass and spread her buttocks till she was sure he would tear her flesh. A hot knob came against her anus, feeling nice and soothing at first contact. But the first contact lasted less than a second. A scream rose in her throat as Virginia realized what Red was about to do.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"No! Oh God! Aargh! Don't! Please don't!"
The sounds of Virginia's tortured voice came all muffled from beneath her lips and Lotta's slippery cunt. The girl would not release her head. She kept holding Virginia's mouth in place, rubbing her slick cunt at her as Virginia struggled violently to get up.
Red's hands held tightly at her hips to keep them from flopping about. All Virginia was able to do was make things worse for herself. Her butt wagged from side to side as the hot head of Red's cock pressed painfully into the brown flesh of her tender anus.
"Please ... please don't!" Virginia gasped.
The head of Red's cock was forcing its way into her. She could feel her asshole being stretched as he kept following her thrashing rump. She could not dislodge him. His strength was too great for her. The pain of his fingers digging in the soft flesh of her hips was almost as severe as the ripping sensation she felt in her anus.
"Buck, baby. Go on and buck all you want to," Red said. He laughed at her futile efforts to prevent being sodomized. The battle seemed to please him, to give him even greater satisfaction than if she merely begged and pleaded for mercy. The sadistic part of his personality wanted to hurt her more than was necessary, and her struggles to avoid anal penetration did nothing but aid him toward that end.
The head of Red's dick was halfway into her butt. She was even tighter than he had imagined. Hotter too. What a scrumptious little asshole, he thought. It was so good, in fact, that Red grew impatient to have the full length of his cock inside it. The muscles in his stomach and ass tensed in preparation for the final lunge. His face screwed up in a painful grimace. His lips pulled back and bared his white teeth. His eyes squinted to mere slits.
Virginia felt his fingers bite brutally into her soft hips. She heard the ragged intake of his breath. The pain from her stretched asshole made her dizzy. She felt sure he was tearing her apart.
An instant later there was no doubt in her mind-Red was going to kill her for certain! A searing pain like she had never before known shot up from her ass and dulled her brain. The blunt head of his cock was to be her cause of death.
A violent tremor possessed Virginia's body. She sucked in her breath harshly, jerking her head up from Lotta's cunt and feeling the girl's nails scrape into her scalp. Her face took on a look of wild-eyed astonishment. Then, trembling from head to toe, Virginia let out a blood-curdling scream that filled the room with its piercing shrillness. The sound of her first scream still hung in her ears as she let go another.
Her long hair fell over her face and swayed jerkily as she shook her head from side to side. Her large tits flopped loosely below her shuddering torso. The hot spear of Red's cock pushed yet deeper into her burning and torn ass. She knew it was torn. Such pain as she felt could not come from anything less than ripped flesh. Pressure built deep inside her as the head of Red's dick met a long fat turd and jammed it back up her guts.
She panted for breath. The room spun crazily about her. She felt demolished and weak. A cold sweat broke out over her entire body and she dropped her head to bury her face into the softness of Lotta's abdomen. Head lowered and body trembling, her chest heaved as she gasped for breath and filled the air with sounds of utter misery.
"Sweet ass . . . sweet ass," Red muttered, still holding Virginia's hips as he pushed the last inch of his stiff prick into her shit chute.
His belly came against Virginia's soft buttocks and flattened them. He grunted and shoved, sending his balls in an arc to splat into Virginia's swollen pussy.
"Dear God! Dear God!" Virginia wailed, mournfully.
Mistaking the hoarseness of her voice for lustful pleasure rather than the pain she felt, Red asked "Are you coming already? Damn! Is it good, you hot bitch?"
Gritting her teeth against the awful pain, Virginia hissed, "You filthy animal! You dirty, filthy animal!"
Red laughed uproariously as he bent over Virginia and took a tit in each hand. A choking sob came from her mouth as his fingers gripped her breasts.
"Now, baby," Red grunted, his ass beginning to pull back and draw his cock from her clinging asshole. "Buck all you want to. I've got a good hold and I intend to ride you till you're broken to it."
With a brutal lunge, Red again planted his cock in the depths of Virginia's bowels. He hit into her ass, making her body jerk forward and her buttocks balloon out to the sides. The ragged scream Virginia let out at the impact of belly and rump brought a wicked grin to his face.
Using his dick as an instrument of torture, Red went at Virginia. He hit into her again and again, using her body to vent his anger at all women. Grunts and curses fell from his mouth in a continual stream as his ass pistoned furiously back and forth, driving his cock brutally into her tight asshole and jerking it out just as roughly. He held her painfully by her tits, his back arching and humping in a doglike manner above Virginia's helpless body. Again and again his heavy bag of nuts slapped into her pussy as his cock hit home in the dark, hot tunnel of her abused butt.
"Suck me!" Lotta demanded. "If you're not used to it by now, you never will be. Get your mouth back on my pussy and finish me."
"Wait," Virginia gasped. "I can't breathe!
It made no difference to Lotta. She was not concerned with Virginia's well-being at the moment. She had her by the ears and was shoving her face through the wet hair over her muff, forcing her mouth back to its task of cunt sucking.
The hot wet lips of Lotta's twat spread over Virginia's mouth and nose. In a desperate attempt to breathe, she got some of Lotta's copious cunt juice sucked into her windpipe. Still Lotta wouldn't let go of her ears. Virginia coughed and gasped with her mouth inside Lotta's pussy, all the while crying bitter tears caused by the pain of Red's hard cock jamming in and out of her torn asshole.
Virginia thought sure she was going to suffocate if she didn't first die from the pain Red was happily inflicting upon her. The bed spun around and around as Virginia's mind grew dimmer and dimmer. She was sinking into a deep well of total darkness when she heard Lotta yell out the beginning of her final climax and start to shudder.
When Lotta pulled her cunt away from Virginia's pain-racked face, Red was driving at her like a madman. His cock threatened to set her ass on fire from the friction her tight anus caused. Her brown, bloody flesh clung in a death grip to his thrusting shaft.
Virginia dropped her face to the mattress and lay moaning and panting with her ass sticking up in the air. A sigh of relief escaped her trembling lips as Red released her tits. At least that much of the pain was gone. Her mind snapped back enough to realize he was gripping harshly at her hips once again. Then she felt herself being rocked. Her face slid up and down on the sheet, the top of her head bumping into Lotta's crotch each time before Red dragged her back down the bed toward him.
Red was no longer leaning over Virginia's weakened body. He was standing on his knees between her thighs. His torso was straight. Only his head was bent, looking down at his cock sliding in and out of her bloody ass. No longer was he fucking her butt, but was instead holding her hips and rocking her asshole on and off his cock, using her as a vessel of warm flesh and nothing more. Virginia was little more than an extension of his hand. Red used her as he might have used a damp sponge to masturbate. Her feelings meant nothing at all to him. As his orgasm neared, the satisfaction of causing her pain diminished. She was no longer a person. She was nothing but a hot, wet hole into which he was straining to blow his nuts.
The sheet was beginning to burn Virginia's face. She had to lift away from it. With great effort, she put her hands on the mattress and pushed her upper body away from the bed. On hands and knees now, with her head still hanging down limply, she could see along the front of her body. Her tits were jiggling and swaying and her stomach was covered with sweat. The sight of Red's bloody balls swinging back and forth to splat wetly into her pussy sent a cold chill through her. She wondered how badly her asshole was ripped. Most of the sharp pain was gone now-replaced by a dull, throbbing ache. In addition to aching, her anus itched and burned. It was tormenting, Red's stroking prick kept scratching and chafing her tender flesh. It was like he wore a sandpaper condom over his hot dick. The idea that he was reaming her asshole to cock size, making of it another hole to be fucked regularly like her pussy, passed lewdly through Virginia's dulled mind. She wondered if she had any anal control left now, or if her sphincter muscle was forever damaged.
The thought of not being able to control her bowels filled her with a new and horrible fright. She had to test it and see. To make the pain more bearable she had let her anal region go limp and loose. Now she very carefully squeezed her asshole as if to prevent crapping. Immediately she felt Red's moving shaft more acutely. The itching and burning sensation was heightened by the greater friction her contracted anus caused. Virginia whimpered and let her asshole go limp again.
'That's it, baby," Red croaked. He was on the verge of coming, hitting into her hard now, as well as pulling her back and forth over his rod. "I knew you'd like it once I got you sized to fit."
"No," she groaned. He had it all wrong. She wanted to him that it still hurt something awful, that he was ting her ass on fire with his suddenly more brutal and swifter thrusts.
"Yes, Ginny," Red moaned. "You've got the rhythm now. Keep it up . .. keep it up!"
What was he talking about? What rhythm? Keep what up? Virginia could hear him grunting as his belly flattened her soft buttocks again and again. How soft his voice sounded all of a sudden, she thought with surprise. Hot! Dear God, her asshole was smoldering! Burning ... itching! It was driving her right out of her mind!
"Sweet little asshole . .. hot little asshole," Red was moaning, over and over.
How could he talk and grunt at the same time, Virginia wondered? And then it dawned on her. The soft grunts were not coming from Red's mouth, but from her own! Rocking. Constantly rocking back and forth. Red wasn't pulling at her hips any more! His hands were under her now, rubbing over her heaving belly and tits! Then why was she still being slammed back and forth over his hot, sweet cock?
"Oh my God!" Virginia groaned mournfully.
"Yeah . . . Hunch it harder, baby. Slam your tight butt back and get it!"
Red's words rang inside her head. She was throwing it back at him-and just as brutally as he was jabbing his feverish organ toward her! Lord! How demented! How utterly and thoroughly degrading the sudden knowledge was to Virginia.
All motion stopped as soon as she realized she wis1 helping Red sodomize her. All motion on Virginia's part, that is, for Red kept right on hammering his throbbing prick in and out of her involuntarily gripping and clasping anus. But in less than five strokes Virginia let out a soul-rending sob and began bucking under Red for all she was worth.
It had gone too far. Her mind had somehow taken the intense pain and burning and itching and changed it, to protect her sanity. Instead of letting her slip over the line she had been straddling only moments before-the thin line between reality and the world of psychotic non-reality-her mind had chosen to change the torture into pleasure, and thereby perpetuate itself. All pain was gone now-all of it! The burning and itching were still there, but both had somehow changed. No longer were they tormenting her in quite the same way as they were before.
It was a sweet torture Virginia now felt. Her asshole thrilled to it. The hot pole shoving in and out of her bloody, brown anus was no longer a hated and dreaded thing. Every nerve in Virginia's body was suddenly screaming out for more cock! The fact that she was torn and bleeding was forgotten. It was no longer important. Only the fantastically intense waves of pleasure washing up from her battered and ripped asshole mattered now. They were like nothing she had ever felt or even dreamed of.
Her conscious mind refused to analyze the feelings. Virginia was dimly aware of heat and itching. The heat was incredible The itching was both intensely tormenting and at the same time deliriously sweet. It vaguely reminded her of the time she'd had athlete's foot as a teen-ager. She recalled how tormenting the itch between her toes got and how it was suddenly turned to complete ecstasy when she took off her heavy, woolen school socks and sawed wildly between her toes with the coarse material. That sensation had been every bit as good as coming-maybe better. And now her asshole felt the same way . . . only ten times as intense! The feeling was a raw and animal thing. But it was by far the most involved Virginia had ever been with any feeling in her entire life. The joy of her sodomization threatened to burst her body as the multitude of indescribably delicious spears of pleasure ricocheted throughout her being.
No longer could she pity herself or hate the situation being forced upon her. No longer could she deny the fire of lust that was raging out of control within her. No longer could she think of herself as pure and godly, as she always had prior to this minute. Righteousness was forgotten. Her husband and son were forgotten. Only one thing in all the world mattered now-the unbelievable heat and itching and pleasure in her cock-filled asshole.
One last thought crossed Virginia's mind before she completely gave herself over to the sensations Red's hotly plunging cock sent coursing through every fiber of her quivering body. I love this! Oh God, how I love it! For a second she was utterly amazed, then all thought was gone and she knew the dark ecstasy of total, carnal bliss.
She dropped her face, planting the top of her head on the mattress and looking down at Red's balls slapped into her pussy. They were covered with blood-her blood. She saw a drop form at the bottom of his bag, watched-fascinated-as it flew off one of his coarse red hairs and came sailing up to hit onto the undersurface of one of her swaying tits.
"Look at her go!" Wash exclaimed. "Look at that pretty honky bitch go after Red's cock! Man, man! Who would have ever thought she'd go so completely ape?"
A snort was Bob's only reply. In spite of his distaste for what they were doing to Virginia, his own cock was not straining at his fly as he went on filming the lewd scene on the bed.
"Ohh," Virginia groaned, as she felt the head of Red's dick bang into the big turd in her anal canal and jam it farther up her guts. "Jesus! Jesus!"
Red held his organ in deep and rotated his hips, making the head of his prick stretch and massage Virginia's intestines. He let out a wicked chuckle as she shuddered and sucked in her breath. "Is it gettin' good? Tell me how it feels now, Ginny."
"Ouu," she whimpered, grinding her ass back against him to heighten the sensations his glans sent washing up to her numbed brain. "Ahh!!"
"She likes it, all right," Lotta grinned, getting up from the bed so as not to detract from the scene. "Christ! You ought to see her face! Little Ginny is in orbit!"
"I want her to tell me," Red panted, as he hunched over Virginia.
He had one of her tits in each hand and was pulling her tighter against his pelvis with them, stretching her tender flesh so taut that, under normal circumstances, Virginia would have screamed out from the pain. But the circumstances were far from normal. Virginia seemed to feel nothing but the unbearable heat and itching and pleasure which Red's throbbing cock imparted to her entire body.
"Tell me, Ginny. Do you want mc to go on and fuck you some more?" Red asked, tauntingly.
"Yes... Fuck me!"
"You have to tell me how it feels first. Is it good?" "Good," she grunted. "Good!"
"How good? Don't be bashful, honey. Tell old Red he his pride and joy is making you feel?"
"On fire!" she shrieked. "Oh shit . . . It's so good... wonderful! Just wonderful!"
"Are you glad we brought you here?"
The question startled Virginia. The answer which rushed involuntarily from her trembling lips shocked her. "Yesss! Yes, I'm glad! Fuck me now. Go on, Red. Go on and hump my ass for all you're worth!"
Grinning from ear to ear, Red turned loose her tits and held her hips as he slowly withdrew his cock from her I He pulled out until only part of his glans was still inside her anal canal. The rubbery, blood-covered, brown flesh of Virginia's torn anus clung to his dick, distending around it s if reluctant to let it escape. Red's shaft was covered with a mixture of shit and blood. He glanced down and groaned at the sight. It whetted his appetite all the more. Gripping! Virginia's hips and jerking her toward him, Red slammed his rock-hard cock to the depths of her hot tunnel. A loud splat filled the room as his belly hit her soft buttocks and flattened them.
So great was the impact that Virginia's hands were knocked from beneath her. Her arms buckled and she fell forward. Her face buried into the mattress. She lay moaning as Red fucked her. Her ass was still in position. The death grip Red had on her elevated hips prevented her collapsing entirely.
"Hot ass . . . hot ass," Red grunted, in cadence to pumping hips and thrusting organ.
"Sweet dick," Virginia yelled back at him. "Sweet dick Oh God! Oh God, it's good!!!"
Wash stood for a moment, watching as Red built toward his orgasm. The sight of his discolored dick plunging in and out of Virginia's tight asshole made his eyes grow wide with interest. The sounds Red and Virginia emitted whipped his desire to fuck the turned-on young wife and mother up to a burning necessity. His big cock strained painfully at the confines of his trousers. Lotta now stood beside him. One of her arms was around his waist and her other hand stroked constantly over his throbbing cock and his heavy balls.
"Get ready, darling," Lotta said in a quavering voice. Her hand trembled with excitement as she unzipped his fly. She reached inside his shorts and wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, then tugged his black rod free.
"Huh-uh," Wash cautioned, pushing her hand away as she drew back his foreskin and dropped to her knees to kiss his glans. "I'm about to pop already. You lay your hot tongue on me and I'll give you a mouthful of cream."
"I'd love every drop of it, darling," Lotta breathe, looking up into his face with her parted lips only inches from the seeping eye of his prick.
"Gotta save it for the movie," Wash told her. He patted her head affectionately and groaned as Lotta quickly extended her pink tongue and licked the clear fluid from the tip of his glans. Reluctantly pushing her head away, he said, "Stop it, baby. Stop it You know how quick I shoot off when you mouth on me."
"Just that much," Lotta said. "I had to have one little taste of you before you give the whole load to Ginny. Ill help you get undressed for her. I'm dying to see you fuck her. You know that?"
"You won't be jealous?"
Lotta could tell from his voice that Wash was fishing. He wanted her to be jealous. "A little," she said, more to please him than because it was the truth. "Ill think of the money we're going to get for it, darling. The only way I'd really be hurt is if you liked her better than me. You won't like her better than you do me, will you?"
"No, baby," he grinned. "Ain't no gal can measure up to you when it comes to fucking. This ain't gonna change nothing between us. Not on my part"
"Mine either," Lotta said. "We're still going to California. Just you and me. As soon as we get the money, darling, I'll follow you anywhere you want to take me."
"Love me?"
"Yes, daddy. You bet your sweet ass," Lotta assured. She dropped her mouth and licked the head of his cock again, then began undoing his belt.
The bed was creaking and bouncing wildly now. Red was grunting and hitting into Virginia as fast as he could. Climax was pulling his balls up tight against his body.
"No! Oh no! Wait!" Virginia cried as she felt the head of Red's cock begin twitching out of control deep inside her. "Don't come yet.. . hold off... let me catch up!"
Red's ass was a blur of motion as he jammed his dick furiously in and out of Virginia's asshole. "Too late," he grunted, holding her as his pistoning hips jolted her body to-and-fro.
Gritting her teeth, Virginia pushed up on her hands and began rocking with him, helping him hit even harder and deeper into her abused ass.
"I'm almost there . . . almost there," she gasped.
"Then hurry!" Red barked, still hunching her as the come started boiling in his tensed nuts.
"I am!" Virginia yelled. "Oomph .. . oomph. Oh . .. oh, I can't come this way! Oh God! I can't... I can't!"
"But I can," Red whimpered, suddenly shoving his dick in to the hilt and holding Virginia still. The hot come rushed up his shaft and blew out forcefully into Virginia's burning guts. "Oh, baby! Baby, baby, baby!!!"
Virginia's hands clenched into tight fists. She sucked in her breath harshly. Her body tensed as she felt the first hot jet of Red's jism hit into her. A shudder passed through her and she let out a mournful groan as she ground her ass back to him.
"Bastard, bastard, bastard," she chanted, shutting her eyes as Red went on inundating her bowels with the hot sauce.
Finally he was finished coming and pushed her roughly off his limbering cock. Without a word he got up and went to the bathroom, leaving Virginia sprawled face down on the bed. She lay whimpering as a blob of his sperm oozed from her stretched asshole.'
"So close," she moaned. "I was so close."
Wash crawled onto the bed with her. He patted her ass. Virginia jerked up her head and turned to look at him. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her lower lip was quivering.
"Where do you want it, baby?" Wash asked. "Asshole or pussy?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Virginia saw that Wash was now completely naked. In the heat of passion she had forgotten about the Negro. When he'd carried her back into the bedroom, in a near fainting condition at the news she would have to receive him in intercourse, she had abhorred the thought. But now, to her complete amazement, Virginia found herself adoring his shiny black body. She no longer abhorred the thought of this big buck coming atop her and shoving her cunt full of hard nigger cock. Every nerve and cell of her feverish body cried out for release.
After her forced sodomization, Virginia could not find an ounce of revulsion for Wash. His smiling face looked strangely and exotically handsome to her because of the burning need in her loins. Lust had completely triumphed over her Christian upbringing. At the moment there was no such thing as sin or shame. The promised reward of heaven and everlasting life for living the good and virtuous earthly existence meant nothing now. Neither did her son nor her hard-working and moral husband, for neither was anywhere in her thoughts of the moment.
Only one thing mattered to Virginia as she stared hotly at the big buck, sitting beside her on the bed. He was a man-all man! And she now craved a man as she never before had in all her life. Harold had not aroused such intense carnal craving in her in all the nights of their married lovemaking. Before this day she had thought sex was something she could either take or live without. But now-now she was cut off from thought. Her burning cunt ruled what mind was still functioning in her pretty head. Her cunt cried out hungrily for cock, cock, cock! It made no difference that the cock being offered her was black, nor that it was harder and bigger than any she had ever seen before. She had to have it immediately.
There was no timidity of movement as Virginia reached out and stroked her palm hotly over Wash's rippling stomach muscles. Her face mirrored the raging lust within her body as she rubbed her hand over the black skin. Wash chuckled and cupped her tit. Virginia quickly moved her fingers through his coarse pubic hair and grasped his thick shaft.
"Oh my God," she breathed. "It's so hot and big!"
It was indeed big and hot-so big that she could not make her fingertips meet as she clamped down and squeezed Wash's shaft-and so hot that she felt sure her palm would be blistered if she held it too long. Inside her cunt was the place for such a heated manshaft-where her own sexual heat would match his, degree for degree.
"You want it?" asked Wash, with a tooth-revealing grin.
"Yesss!" Virginia hissed. "Shit yesss!"
"Up your ass?" Wash asked, for Virginia was still lying with her belly to the bed.
"Good Lord, no!" she gasped, suddenly flopping over and spreading her legs for him. "It would kill me!"
Wash laughed. "You afraid of my meat, Ginny?
"A little," she admitted, nodding her head as she spread her cunt lips with her fingertips. "There," she said, raising her pelvis from the mattress and showing the-inflamed red tunnel of her vagina to the camera as well as to Wash. "Put it in there-but do it nice and easy."
Red returned from the bathroom, his washed dick red and swaying as he walked toward the bed. He saw Wash climb between Virginia's spread thighs and bring the purplish-brown head of his long, fat cock to her opened cunt. It was a lewd shot for their movie. Bob had the camera zoomed in for a close-up of the black organ entering Virginia's lily white pussy. Suddenly Red grinned. An idea for a better shot came to him.
"Wait, Wash," he said. "Don't fuck her yet. Roll off."
"Go to hell!" Virginia screamed at him. "I want it now!"
"Don't care a good shit what you want," Red snapped.
Wash rolled off Virginia and lay down beside her. He looked at Red and nodded, already knowing what Red had in mind, before he spoke.
"Look at that black dong, Ginny," Red ordered. "Look closely at it."
Her face mirroring the confusion inside her brain, Virginia turned and stared at Wash's penis. The sight of the standing black pylon made her groan. Sticking straight up in the air as it now was caused it to look formidable. The thought of such a monster pushing into her body seemed impossible.
"Get up on your knees and put your face close to it."
Dumbly Virginia obeyed. She got shakily to her knees and moved her face over Wash's loins. A large drop of clear fluid oozed from the tiny mouth at the tip of Wash's black glans. Virginia stared down incredulously at the gargantuan, ebony cock. Never in her life had she seen anything so wicked and at the same time so fantastically beautiful as Wash's big dick and heavy balls. There was no doubt in her mind that such a pole would hurt her. Perhaps she would be torn at her cunt as well as at her asshole when Wash pushed into her.
It didn't matter, though. Seeing his genitals in all their glory only made her more hungry for union with the Negro. If her cunt was to be left stretched and torn as the price she must pay for relief from the ungodly hunger in her aching loins, then so be it, thought Virginia. She knew she had to have that lovely black prick no matter what. Without it, she felt sure she would burst with need and perish unfulfilled from the face of the earth.
'It's beautiful," she wailed. "Oh God! So beautiful!' "Kiss it," Red chuckled. Virginia's eyes opened wide. "I've never done that. Not for my husband," she protested. At the sound of husband" Harold came rushing back into her conscious mind. Suddenly she felt shame flood over her. Her cheeks flushed and she looked away from Wash's massive organ. Oh Lord, she thought. What's happening to me? Am I losing my mind? I must be. Otherwise, how could I call this nigger penis beautiful-how could I want it inside me so badly? Dear Jesus! Help me, Jesus! "Look at it!" Red commanded. Again Virginia obeyed. She turned her face toward Wash's big cock and looked at the monster. In spite of her shame, Virginia still found it a beautiful sight to behold. All the lust for feeling it fill her cunt to overflowing still gnawed hungrily at her swimming brain. "Touch it!"
The imperious tone of Red's voice salved Virginia's conscience as she quickly reached out and took the black pole in her small white hand. I have to obey him, she told herself. I have no choice but to do as he says.
As her fingers tightened around Wash's thick shaft, Virginia heard herself moan out. It was a pitiful sound-a mixture of dread and longing.
"Do you want it?" Red asked softly. "Do you want that 'beautiful' black cock stuck up your belly, Ginny?"
Virginia didn't answer. She merely stared at the drop of clear fluid which grew too big for the tiny mouth and was now flowing silently down the top of Wash's glans.
"Tell me, Ginny," Red insisted. "Do you want Wash to screw you?"
"Tell him yes, Ginny," Lotta urged. "I know you want it. Go on and say it. Wash is the best man you'll ever find. Believe me, honey, when he gets to working on you you'11 think you're in heaven . . . right here on earth. God but he's good! A fabulous stud! Admit you want him. Let go and enjoy it. You might as well, you know. He's gonna fuck you silly anyhow."
Virginia knew she was right. She did want Wash between her legs, with his prick shoved clear up to her throat. Why fight it any longer, she thought? It wasn't as if she had control of the situation. She didn't. She had to do it anyway, so why not make the most of it? She could let herself go this one time. Later, when she got home, she would repent of her sin and ask God's forgiveness. It was partly God's fault that she was in this tormenting predicament. Hadn't she asked Him for help? And hadn't her prayers gone unanswered?
"Well?" Red asked. "You gonna cooperate or do you want it the hard way? "
"111 cooperate," she said in a tiny voice, her eyes still glued to the bulging head of Wash's cock.
"Now you're being smart. No use fighting it all the way through. We've already got all the resistance scenes we need. Get hot and live it up for a while, baby. This may be the only chance you 11 ever have to fuck a nigger. Make the most of it. If you're like most Southern girls, I know you've thought of it."
"I've thought of it," Virginia said. She didn't bother to add that it had been a secret and thrilling thought. Her tone told them that quite plainly.
"Have you thought of sucking a black cock too?" Red asked, tauntingly. "Yes," she admitted.
"Do you want to suck Wash's dick, Ginny?"
"I do! Oh God help me, I do!"
'Then get at it, baby! It's time to make all those dark, evil dreams come true. Get a mouthful of black cock and revel, baby!"
With Red's voice ringing obscenely in her ears, Virginia lowered her face toward Wash's stiff organ. Her pink tongue came timidly from between her quivering lips and hovered above the black glans. An almost inaudible whimper escaped her throat.
Panic gripped at her guts. For an uncomfortable second she hesitated, comparing Wash's penis with Harold's and finding her husband depressingly lacking. Then, shaking the thought from her mind, Virginia stuck out her tongue and licked the clear fluid from Wash's glans. The contact sent a shudder careening throughout her body. His black glans was feverishly hot. It was soft as velvet to her tongue. The taste of his sex organ and the secretion it gave off was overwhelming. He tasted heady and musky-delicious!
"Oh God!" she moaned, moving back a few inches and staring at his wet glans with loving eyes.
Bob could hardly believe what he saw. Women like Virginia had always held a position of respect in his mind. The sight of such a woman losing all sense of decency and going down willingly on a black dong made him into an animal himself. His organ was hurting and throbbing inside his pants. The urge to join Wash and Virginia on the bed and make it a three-sided orgy appealed strongly to him. If she wanted cock so badly, she'd get it. She could have two rods at the same time-his in one hole and Wash's in another!
"Red," Bob croaked urgently.
"Yeah?"
'Take the camera. I'm gonna fuck her too!"
Red relieved Bob at the camera but told him not to bother Virginia just yet. "I want to get some close-ups of her licking on that juicy licorice stick," Red explained.
As Red moved the camera closer to the bed, Bob began impatiently stripping off his clothes so as to be ready for action as soon as Red gave him the okay. He was so aroused that his glans stuck to his shorts by the mass of precoital fluid which had seeped free.
"Let me blow you," Lotta offered, coming to him and dropping to her knees with her mouth open and ready.
Bob shoved her away and stepped back. "You made your choice," he snarled. "Stick with the coon."
"Jealous?" Lotta teased. "Don't fret it, Bobby boy."
Bob nodded. He was staring at the bed, watching as Virginia's tongue began licking in earnest at Wash's black cock. "Look at her, Lotta! Would you look at that!"
"She's turning into a regular little cocksucker, isn't she?" Lotta asked. Her voice was edged with satisfaction. 'That Virginia always tried so hard to keep on the straight and narrow. Shit. She was only kidding herself. I could see right from the first minute I looked at her that she was built for sex. She loves it! We ought to send her husband a bill for turning her on. The bastard will get benefits from this day all the rest of his life!"
"Or lose her entirely," Bob commented, dryly.
"Who the fuck cares?"
"Yeah, who cares? So long as I get a piece of her, I don't give a damn what happens to her later."
Virginia didn't give a damn about tomorrow, either. She had both hands full, at the moment. In one hand she lovingly cradled Wash's bag of hot nuts; and in the other she gripped his thick shaft, pushing his cock about so she could lick around and around the coronal ridge at the back of his glans.
Again and again her pink tongue flashed wetly around the twitching head of Wash's organ. Before she tired of his glans, she was drooling so much her saliva flowed all bubbly down the back shaft of his rock-hard pole and drenched his short curlies.
Pulling her tongue back into her mouth and lapping at the taste of cock, Virginia raised her head and glared hotly at the shiny black stanchion. A brief second was all she could stand to look. The sight of her saliva, dripping down Wash's rod, brought a moan from deep within her chest.
"DARLING!" she yelled, jumping quickly between his legs and kneeling. She brought her face up sideways to the undersurface of his dick. "What a tool! What a beautiful horse cock!"
Wash groaned approval as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his shaft. It spurred her on. Her answering groan pushed from around his shaft as she brought the tip of her tongue into contact with his big, sensitive vein and teased it. She licked up and down the bottom of his cock, all the while nipping and massaging at his shaft with her lips and teeth.
The coarse hair on his balls tickled the corner of Virginia's mouth when she got to the very base of his prick. His nuts felt so nice and hot in her hand that it took little thought for her to decide she wanted to taste them. Without hesitation, Virginia pushed his legs wider apart and moved her face lower. She licked at the wrinkled skin of his scrotum and pushed his nuts against her cheeks with trembling fingers.
Her tongue slithered down his bag until she was licking under his nuts. Then, her eyes wide and staring past his standing pole to look up at his face, Virginia opened her mouth and sucked both of her heavy balls inside. Her teeth closed above his balls and rolled his sperm tubes between them, through the hair-covered skin. She sucked down harshly on his nuts, pulling them deep into the hot moist cavity of her mouth and feeling them jerk and twitch. She licked eagerly at his balls as her lips climbed up his bag and fitted tightly to his crotch.
Wedging her head between his thighs, she pushed his legs yet farther apart. One corner of her mouth was now at the base of his rod and the other was on the inch of hot flesh between his scrotum and asshole. The cheeks of his ass were also spread, giving Virginia a glimpse of his hair-ringed anus.
She inhaled the warm, moist air from his open crotch. The man-smell made her lightheaded. It was strong with sweat and urine and shit. Obviously he had not bathed for two or three days. Virginia's reaction to Wash's private scent was immediate. It surprised everyone in the room, including Virginia.
In fact, Virginia was perhaps the most astonished of them all at what she did next. But she couldn't help herself. The lewdness of her degrading situation had made of her a willing masochist, at least for the moment. An overpowering impulse to debase herself by licking the nigger's asshole swept over her. She fought against it for a moment, then let out a mournful wail as she gave in to her vile urge.
A sob ripped from her throat as she jerked her mouth from Wash's balls. They fell wetly into the crack of his ass, shutting off her view of his soiled shit-hole. Turning her face to better advantage, Virginia quickly ran her fingers under his bag and lifted his balls out of her way. She palmed them up to the side of his dick, the pushed up one of his legs until his knee touched his chest.
His asshole presented a clear and easily accessible target now. She absently licked her parted lips and her face drew up into a pained grimace. She knew what she was going to do. It was the dirtiest thing she could imagine. Her mind reeled as she gawked down between the cheeks of Wash's black ass.
Then, without warning, she dropped her face into his ass and licked deeply. The room spun crazily. The flavor of his sweaty, unwashed anus was heavy and offensive on her tongue. Under normal circumstances she would have been horrified at what she was doing. She would have gagged and perhaps even thrown up. But not now. So far removed from her normal self was Virginia that she neither gagged nor regurgitated. She didn't even feel revulsion.
The nastiness of her action only whipped her lust to a higher pitch. With a gasp, Virginia sucked in a big breath of air and fitted her lips tightly around Wash's asshole. An instant later she jabbed her tongue full into his hot ass and licked about inside as if it were a pussy. Feeling Wash tremble with pleasure and hearing his vocal confirmation, Virginia began fucking her tongue in and out. His hot smelly flesh quivered and jerked. He opened his buttocks so she could jab in deeper.
The air was hot and heavy. Virginia found it hard to breathe with her face pressed so tightly to his crotch. His hand was at the back of her head now, pulling her mouth so far into the crack of his ass that her nostrils were forced shut. Her tongue was extended as far as it would go. She licked frenziedly around in the depths of his shit chute, the tip of her tongue flipping at the end of a fat turd. The turd seemed to be descending, she suddenly realized. Panic made her jerk back her tongue.
Much to Virginia's relief, her fears were unfounded. She heaved a sigh as Wash let go of her head. At once she took her mouth from his asshole and pulled away her face, feeling his balls brush her nose and lips as she went for his cock again. There was no licking this time. She raised up and opened her mouth wide, then took the black glans inside, sucking wildly on it as she lowered her face to feed on more and more of his hot dick.
The velvety head pushed into her throat before Virginia stopped making his organ disappear. She gagged, backing off only a fraction of an inch. Slurps sounded wetly as her lips distended hungrily about his shaft. More than half of his long, fat dick was inside her mouth. Her tongue moved back and forth over its undersurface as she sucked down voraciously. The suction caused her cheeks to hollow inward. They clung snugly to his thick shaft, making a lascivious sight for the movie camera.
But the movie was long forgotten. Virginia couldn't have cared less about anything but sucking on Wash's delicious penis. Had her preacher father and kindly husband been there watching, she would not have stopped. Her head would have continued bobbing up and down on the black cock just as it was now doing. She pulled up until the head was nearly lost from her mouth. Then plunged her face down and took the slippery rod quickly back to the depths of her oral cavity, not stopping until the head bumped into the soft membrane at the back of her throat.
Red got the camera close and recorded her distending lips and hollowing cheeks for posterity. He let her head bob rapidly up and down on Wash's black cock, filming the lewd picture of such a pretty white face being fucked so hotly.
Finally he had enough sucking on film. "Throw her on her back and fuck the daylights out of her!" Red shouted, reaching out and grabbing a handful of Virginia's long hair. He jerked her mouth off Wash's cock and laughed aloud at the loud slurp his unexpected action caused.
CHAPTER NINE
Wash grabbed Virginia by her arms and dragged her his body till their faces met. He looked at her wild eyes and puffy, wet lips, then kissed her and shoved his tongue into her willing mouth. Holding the cheeks of her ass, he rubbed the top of his slick cock back and forth through her swollen cuntlips as they kissed.
"You ready to fuck, Ginny?" Wash asked, as he pulled his mouth from hers.
"Please!" she wailed. "Oh Lord, Wash! I've never been so hot! Fuck me now ... please, please fuck me!!"
"Don't you worry none, baby," Wash told her. "I'll put out the fire for you."
"Hurry!"
"Yeah ... Yeah. Okay."
It wasn't necessary for Wash to throw Virginia onto her back. She rolled off him and eagerly opened her legs for him to come between them. When he didn't move fast enough to suit her, Virginia grabbed his cock and tugged to speed him up. Then he was atop her, his knees wiggling for position and his chest mashing down heavily and flattening out her breasts. The hot head of his cock touched her cunt, making Virginia shudder and shut her eyes. It felt delicious-so big and hot and tight fitting! Virginia let go of his shaft and snaked both her arms around his waist, cupping the protruding cheeks of his dark ass and pulling his cock into her.
The hot knob of his bulging black glans pressed between the inflamed and sensitive lips of her pussy. Virginia sucked in her breath and gritted her teeth as she felt her small opening being stretched as it never had been by her husband's peter. There was a moment of intense pain. Even that did not lessen her lust. In her present condition the pain Wash caused her only added to her masochistic delight. She wanted him to impale her on it and fill her heaving belly full of cock.
"Ohhh ... oh Lord! Uuuuh! OHH! OH SHIT!!!"
Virginia screamed out shrilly as the bulbous head of /ash's cock popped through her inner lips and began spreading her vagina. "OH MY GOD!!!"
"You want me to stop for a minute, Ginny?"
"No," she moaned brokenly. "STAB ME! STAB ME!"
In a fit of lust, Wash gave her exactly what she asked for. Her voice was still ringing in his ears as he hunched forward with all his might and planted his cock into her tight pussy.
Bang! The head of Wash's cock hit into Virginia's womb, jarring even her teeth. Her eyes grew frantic. Her mouth dropped open and she gasped for breath. His heavy balls splatted into the crack of her vulnerable ass and his long cock pushed her womb deeper into her belly until she had all his massive pole inside her body.
She lay panting hoarsely, digging her fingernails into the cheeks of his ass as she looked up into his grinning face with utter incredulity, -~-]-|F "You all right, baby?" Wash asked, concerned that he might have ruptured something inside her from the way her eyes stared up so wildly and the sound of her gasping breath.
Virginia didn't answer. She couldn't. All she could do was lie there, fighting for air. "Ginny?"
"Ouuu," she moaned weakly. "Hey. Hey . .. are you all right?"
Virginia managed a strained smile. She licked at her lips, looking up into his big eyes and weakly nodding her head. "Yes," she said in a hoarse whisper. "Oh .. . God yesss!"
The bed had been spinning like mad for several seconds. Now Virginia was catching her breath and the bed was slowing down. Her chest still heaved under Wash's heavy body, but no longer was she gasping so hard that she couldn't talk.
"Sweet, sweet cock," she moaned, rubbing her palms over the cheeks of Wash's butt.
Wash's concerned expression turned into a relieved grin. "You like it, do you? " he asked.
"Yes, darling! Oh yes!" she exclaimed. "For a minute there, I thought it was going to kill me. Good Lord but you're big! Are you part horse?"
"Stud horse," he grinned, throbbing the head of his dick deep inside her.
Virginia gasped as she felt the head of his dick expanding and contracting in the very mouth of her womb. "That's good! Oh shit, honey, oh shit! Stud horse ... big black stud horse ... black beauty! Ride me! Ride me!"
"Hang on, baby," Wash said, pulling his long, glistening black cock from her tightly gripping cunt. He kept drawing it out until only the head was left inside her puffy lips. Then he stopped, saying, "I hope you can take it."
Throwing her legs over his and holding to the cheeks of his ass, Virginia hissed, "Fuck me, daddy! I can take it! I want it long and hard and fast! Slam it in ... slam it in!"
"You asked for it, baby!"
Their moods were perfectly attuned. Giving it to Virginia long and hard and fast was exactly what Wash wanted to do. He intended to fuck her until she couldn't walk, until she had to be helped up from the bed. Gritting his teeth, Wash watched her face as he suddenly hunched his cock into her with all his might. The sight of her eyes again growing wide with surprise boosted his ego. The sound of her gasping whimper, as he hit the bottom of her cunt and pushed it out longer to take all of his long thick prick, was like music in his ears. So hard did he hunch into Virginia that his balls hurt from the abrupt stop as they splatted into the crack of her wide-open ass. He held his cock in to the hilt, grunting as he harshly ground their pelvic mounds together.
"Darling . . . Oh, darling!"
"What a tight little pussy you've got, baby," Wash sighed.
"And what a beautiful big cock you've got, daddy," Virginia answered. "Use it! Fuck my tight pussy!"
With open mouth and closed eyes, Virginia pushed her face to Wash's and locked their mouths together for a spit-swapping, tongue-sucking kiss. She sucked wildly on his deeply thrust tongue, all the while moaning and stroking his buttocks and clenching the walls of her small vagina tightly around the thick organ within it.
'The preliminaries are over," Wash said, suddenly tearing his mouth from hers. "We're gonna fuck now, baby. I'm gonna give you some soul."
"Yes! Give me some soul! Fill me with soul!"
Again Wash's ass drew back nice and slow, pulling his ten-inch black cock from her pouting cunt. But this time he did not stop after the outstroke. Instead, he dropped his chest down heavily on Virginia's, flattening her tits as his ass tensed and drove his prick back into her cunt.
"Ohhh," Virginia sighed, turning her head to the side and shutting her eyes as once again his heavy balls banged into her soft ass.
The fuck was on. No sooner had Wash's belly touched Virginia's than it was gone again. Her cuntlips clung to his shaft as Wash jerked out, then folded inward as his cock came non-stop for the return trip to the center of her body.
He hit into her hard, jolting Virginia and making her grunt. "Like that?" he asked. "Is that the way you want it?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The movement of Wash's ass was rapid and forceful. In a fit of lust, he hammered his big cock brutally in and out of Virginia's hot pussy. She lay trembling and gasping and moaning as his belly slapped down on hers so fast that it sounded like a machine gun. The friction of his pistoning dick sliding so quickly in and out of her tight cunt threatened to set her loins ablaze. The thump, thump, thump of his glans hitting into the mouth of her womb jarred her eyeballs and rang loudly inside her dulled brain.
Dimly, she wondered if she could survive such an animalistic attack. Her husband had never screwed her so fast and hard. Wash, with his big sweet cock and fantastically rapid action, was making Harold seem puny and pitiful. She suddenly felt sorry for Harold. Her husband was not the man she had always thought him to be. Wash made him seem like a little boy by comparison.
Then Harold was gone once more from her mind. All thought of whether or not she could survive such a thorough fucking as Wash was throwing at her also faded. Ripples of preorgasmic pleasure began washing up from her loins, bombarding her brain and blocking out all thought. It no longer mattered that Harold was a lesser man in bed than Wash. Survival was not important any more. Only one thing mattered now-the joy she felt rushing about inside her cunt.
The big sweaty, hunching, grunting Negro above her was the only person or thing in Virginia's world at the moment. The pleasure his gigantic cock was imparting to every nerve of her trembling body was the only truth and beauty she was now capable of recognizing. Nothing else mattered. Nothing!
Virginia clung to Wash as if he were Jesus come again to gather the faithful. She left her eyes tightly shut, feeling herself being lifted into an entirely new and better world than she had ever dreamed possible. In the state of her heightened awareness, she could feel every bump and tiny blood vessel on Wash's black cock. The coronal ridge at the back of his glans was covered with tiny little fingers, each one tickling maddeningly at the walls of her sensitive vagina as Wash pumped it sloshingly through her wet sheath.
"Oh God!" Virginia wailed.
Wash watched her face contort. Her lips drew back and bared her white, even teeth. Her eyelids wrinkled and turned ugly. Her nostrils flared open.
"Is it good, baby? " he grunted, still holding the fast pace and stroking his hot dick frenziedly in and out of her quivering cunt. -^pf^ "Jesus, yes! Harder . . . faster! Oh, fuck, daddy, fuck! I'm ready to come. Push me! Hurry and push me into orgasm!"
The muscles in Wash's jaws bulged out as he set his teeth determinedly. His own nostrils flared wide open as he sucked in air and began increasing his already unbelievable hunching efforts. The tensed cheeks of his ass arced so fast that it was impossible to tell by looking how deep his cock was inside Virginia's trembling body at any particular instant. The bed sang a raspy song of sex gone wild, creaking so loud and bouncing so furiously that it threatened to collapse at any second.
Virginia's sobs and moans and sighs mingled with the squeaking of the bedsprings, making the room ring with the sweet sounds of sexual bliss. It was the music of orgasm, the haunting strains of human emotion at its very best. The guttural grunts coming from Wash's throat provided the rhythmic drumbeat for the soul-rending concert.
The sounds reverberated inside Virginia's head, sounding to her like the blare of a heavenly brass band welcoming her to her reward of total bliss and life everlasting. Behind her tightly shut eyelids she saw the gates of heaven suddenly looming up before her. She rushed toward them, her heart singing with joy unbounded as they swung wide for her to pass through. In she rushed, seeing a blinding flash of light and hearing the heavenly band suddenly break into a crescendo.
Heaven at last, she thought. Heaven is one big orgasm! How wonderful! How scrumptious!
"Oh ... OH JESUS, JESUS, JESUS!!!"
The walls of Virginia's cunt were dancing out of control, clasping and gripping at Wash's still plunging cock, pulling with it and letting it jerk her insides about in a most delicious manner. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow. Utter ecstasy was mirrored in her grotesque facial expression. Her body was one big shudder from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Every muscle and nerve in her was drawn taut as a bowstring, being plucked by Wash's big cock, which made them twang and quiver with delight.
"I'm coming," she sobbed. "Oh Lord! My guts are falling down! Shove 'em back up! Shove 'em back! OHHH! Too late! It's too late!"
Virginia clawed frenziedly at the cheeks of Wash's ass. She thrashed about beneath his heavy body, bucking so violently that he was tossed about like a toy boat on a stormy lake. She was sure her guts were rushing down her vagina and pushing out around his cock. She could feel them oozing from her pussy every time her cuntlips jerked so hard. It didn't matter now. She was dying, she knew; but what a delightful way to go! How intense and satisfying it was!
But Virginia was not dying. She was experiencing the most intensely satisfying orgasm of her life. Clawing at Wash's buttocks with her fingernails and thrashing about with curled-down toes, Virginia sobbed and screamed and blubbered through several seconds of almost unbearable sensations. Her cunt fluttered and her asshole winked, her belly heaved and she gasped for breath, sweat popped out from every pore until her entire body was glistening wetly, a measleslike rash covered her abdomen and chest and tits.
Finally the sweet torture reached a peak and began diminishing slowly. Virginia collapsed, falling weakly back to the sweat-soaked mattress with Wash lying heavily atop her. A constant stream of sobs and sighs and moans poured from her trembling mouth as her body went through a whole series of come-down shudders and tremors. At the end she was left weak and spent, staring up into Wash's grinning face as she panted for breath.
"It sure sounded good, baby," he chuckled. T thought I'd die!" she moaned.
'No. You were very much alive through it all. I've got a streaked ass to prove it. Damn, your fingernails are sharp!"
"I'm sorry, Wash," she said. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It's all right. That kind of hurt is kinda good. I liked it."
"You re a darling," she cooed. "God, what a man!" "Did you get some soul, Ginny?"
"Oh, baby. Did I ever get soul! That sweet dick shoved so much soul up my twat I had it running out my ears! I loved it-every minute of it!"
"We're not through yet," he grinned.
"You didn't come?"
"You didn't feel me coming did you?"
"Well, no . .. but I couldn't have noticed if you did-not the way I was feeling myself."
"You'll know it when I come," he said, beginning to work his dick around in the depths of her belly.
"Mmm," she sighed. "You're still hard as a rock!"
Wash jabbed quickly, thrusting his hot organ in and out of her tender and swollen cunt several times. "Darling! Ohhh .. . You wonderful man!" 'Tike it, baby?"
"Love it, daddy! God, how I love it! I don't know what's come over me today! Suddenly all in the world that matters to me is how damned good sex is! I must be losing my mind!"
Wash smiled down into her face, all the while stroking his hard meat slowly back and forth through the inflamed lips of her pussy. "Goddamn, honey! You've got the hottest, tightest pussy I ever fucked! I'm gonna blow it full of come any minute now. Christ, is it sweet!"
"Don't come yet," she wailed, grabbing his ass and holding him still.
"Why? What's wrong?' "Fuck my mouth."
"Huh?"
"My mouth! I want you to come in my mouth, darling. Let me suck you off. Please! I want to drink your come!"
"I get awful excited when I shoot," he cautioned. "I may go ape and shove it down your throat."
"I don't care," she said urgently. "Let me suck your lovely black cock! I want to do it more than anything!"
"Okay, baby, "Wash agreed. He rolled off her and lay on his back.
The secretions from her weeping vagina covered his dick with a slippery coating, making it shine like a fine piece of polished ebony, poking from his loins. Virginia moaned at the sight of it. Getting shakily to her knees, she pulled her hair out of the way and licked her lips as she bent over his dark body. Taking his balls in one hand and bracing herself with the other, she lowered her face to his cock. Out shot her tongue, licking and flashing again, cleaning her own juices from his standing rod.
The camera recorded it all. Her pink tongue darted about like a hummingbird, seeming to touch the big black cock everywhere at once. Virginia cooed and sighed, thoroughly engrossed in lapping away at Wash's dong. The taste of her own pussy juice pleased her palate. The seeping, clear fluid which kept forming at the eye of his cock tasted like nectar for the gods. Never had Virginia enjoyed the taste of anything so much as she did the black organ and their mixture of fuck juice.
"Goddamn it," Bob hissed. "I can't wait any longer!"
The film ran out in Red's camera at that moment. He looked over at Bob. "Sorry, Bob," Red said. "I forgot about you wanting to fuck her. Is the other camera loaded?"
"It's ready and so am I!"
Red put down the camera with the exposed film and picked up the one that was ready to run. "Go on," he urged. "Fuck her. Leave her mouth going on Wash's dick, though. Pull her ass over to the side of the bed and hump her from behind. Try her asshole. It's something else!"
"No thanks," Bob said. He could see from where he was standing that her asshole was a shitty, bloody mess. It didn't appeal to him in that condition. "Her hot cunt is for me." *4wtta had two fingers in her own box, pumping them wetly in and out as she stood spraddle-legged. "Can I join them? " she panted.
"In a minute," Red said. "Let Bob fuck her a little first."
"Shit! "Lotta snapped. "Christ, I'm hot. Watching Wash hose her really got to me!"
"You still gotta wait!" Red barked, filming the scene as Bob approached the bed.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" Lotta retorted, angrily jabbing her slick fingers in and out of her pussy.
"OH NO! NOT MY ASS AGAIN!" Virginia yelled, as she felt Bob grab her hips.
"No," Bob assured her. I promise I won't put it up your ass. Scoot over here to the edge of the bed. I want to fuck your cunt."
The idea of getting fucked while she sucked Wash's organ immediately appealed to Virginia. She nodded her head and started shifting about to bring her rump where Bob could use it.
"No, goddamn it!" Red shouted. "Get your mouth back on Wash's prick! Move your ass to Bob and suck Wash at the same time!"
Red no longer scared Virginia. In her present condition she feared nothing. "Piss on you!" she shouted back at him, sticking out her tongue at the camera as she backed her ass up to Bob at the side of the bed.
"Great, baby!" Red exclaimed, suddenly deciding that her moment of defiance was the best thing she could have done to make the film even hotter. "Just great!"
"I don't need any compliments from you, assfucker!" she hissed. Then she pursed her lips and spat at him.
Her sputum fell short of its mark, hitting silently on the floor, over a foot in front of Red. He chuckled with glee. There was another shot that he couldn't have coaxed from any willing girl-certainly not Lotta, who was no actress at all. Virginia was playing it perfectly. She had from the start. The movie couldn't help but turn into the stag classic of all time.
"There," Virginia said to Bob, feeling the head of his cock brush across one of her soft buttocks. "Can you get it m now: "Back up a little more, doll," he urged, taking her hips and guiding her pussy to his cock. "There ... that's good."
The head of Bob's dick pressed between Virginia's steaming cuntlips, bringing a sigh from her throat as she tugged at Wash to get his cock back to her mouth. Wash moved with her hands, the hot head of his dick slapping wetly against her face before he stopped.
"Look at that!" Lotta cried. "God! Two at the same time!" Lotta groaned, going at her cunt so hard that her hand made little slapping noises as she hit against her wet pubic mound.
As Bob moaned and sank his cock to the hilt inside her pussy, Virginia whimpered and opened her mouth wide to engulf over half of the standing black pole below her face. The kneeling position shortened her vagina. The head of Bob's cock bumped her cervix as Wash's black glans pushed into the soft tissue at the back of her throat. Virginia let out a muffled sob. She clenched her vagina around Bob's organ and sucked down voraciously on Wash's thick shaft. Savoring the moment, she shut her eyes and trembled deliciously at her double-cocked invasion.
It was so good she almost wished Red's cock was stuck up her asshole to make it a three-pronged screwing. Almost, but not quite, for Bob's coarse pubic hair pressing against her torn anus made her realize fleetingly how sore her butt really was. Then Bob was stroking his rod pleasantly in and out of her feverish cunt and Virginia again forgot about Red. Wash's prick was hot and hard and musky-tasting. She licked at it as Bob again nudged the head of his nice dick into the mouth of her womb.
Virginia pushed her hand under Wash's rump. As her head began bobbing up and down on his cock, she probed around eagerly in the cleft of his buttocks. The tip of her middle finger found what she was looking for. She sucked hard on his dick, hearing him groan as she stuck her finger up his ass till her palm flattened against him. Back and forth, inside his hot asshole, Virginia wiggled her finger, making Wash cry out and whimper as she took the head of his cock around the curve of her throat and buried her soft lips into his coarse, wet pubic hair. She felt a great elation at having taken all of the monster cock inside her mouth and throat.
It was only possible for Virginia to hold still with his cock blocking her airway for a few seconds; but in those short seconds she knew a new and wicked thrill. She was a born cocksucker! She loved it! Wouldn't Harold be surprised when she went down on him and let him push his cock all the way into her mouth and shoot his come down her throat?
Harold. Poor Harold. He must never know about this day-never! It would crush him to know his wife turned into a raging whore, even if it was only for a part of one day. No. Ill be the same woman I've always been when this is over. Ill keep it secret from Harold. Then our marriage will go on like it always has, satisfying us both and enriching our lives.
Quite suddenly Virginia realized she had to have air. The thick cock filling her mouth and throat was delicious, but would cause her to suffocate if she. didn't pull away and breathe at once. Reluctantly, she raised her head, feeling the ringed portion of her throat flutter over the crown of Wash's dick. Then only the head of his cock was in her mouth and she could breathe again. Her chest heaved as she filled her lungs with air and expelled it loudly through her dilated nostrils. All the while she maintained the suction on Wash's cock and licked at his glans with her eager tongue.
The bed jerked. Virginia opened her eyes. She saw Lotta jump quickly astride Wash's chest and scoot her cunt up to his mouth.
"Suck me, honey. Suck me!" Lotta pleaded, then immediately began sighing and moaning as lapping and slurping noises filled the air.
Bob was panting and hitting harder into her buttocks, plunging his throbbing shaft hotly in and out of her swollen cunt and bringing on orgasm for them both. Virginia felt the first twitchings of her climax deep inside her vagina. It was all she could do to keep from biting Wash's cock off and swallowing it whole. A nasal-sounding moan came through her nostrils as she pushed her ass back hard to help Bob fuck her even more satisfyingly.
Lotta was sighing and moaning. Bob was humping and groaning and grunting. Virginia was whimpering and swallowing around Wash's cock, feeling the rings in her throat caress his crown and tease the sperm up from his burning nuts.
Virginia knew Wash was near orgasm. She wanted to hold his dick deep in her throat and let his juice shoot down into her stomach. But she couldn't manage it. Air was again of prime importance. She had to breathe or suffocate. Wash's prick was throbbing and twitching when she raised up for air.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Lotta shrieked, her body turning stiff and beginning to tremble. She ground her cunt over Wash's loudly slurping mouth, the cheeks of her ass quaking and jiggling on his black chest.
The loud and mournful moan that Bob let out wasn't necessary for Virginia to know he was coming. She could feel the hot jets of his sperm blowing forcefully out the throbbing head of his dick and flying up to hit wetly into the open mouth of her womb. Even though she was gasping for breath, it was delicious. The hot spurts of man juice bouncing off her cervix pushed her own climax to fruition.
With her cunt dancing wildly around Bob's spurting dick, Virginia sucked down hungrily on Wash's cock and began moaning through her nose between ragged gasps of air. Her cheeks hollowed in, fitting snugly around Wash's organ. She licked the head of his penis, running the rough surface of her tongue hotly back and forth over the velvety eye of his rhythmically twitching glans.
A groan sounded from deep within Wash's chest. The tempo of his pulsating cock increased. Virginia was frantic. She knew he was going to spew forth a torrent of come at any second. Deep in her throat was where she wanted it. But she couldn't yet take his pole back into her throat. She needed more air. Since she had started coming so violently around Bob's dick she was panting and gasping all the more. She had to have air! It was too frustrating for her to bear. With a mournful wail, she bit into Wash's cock just behind the head.
Her pussy contracting jerkily around Bob's fully inserted rod, the heated cries of Bob's and Lotta's intense comes ringing obscenely in her ears, Virginia chewed at Wash's cock and rubbed her tongue frantically back and forth over the sensitive tip of his glans. She wanted his juice more than anything in the world.
"Come, come, come!" she whimpered, the words rushing from her nose and around his throbbing shaft in an unintelligible flood.
Then she felt it. The first jet of come was rushing up his shaft, ballooning it out as it passed her lips and sped toward expulsion. She released the pressure of her teeth, holding the head of his cock dead center in her sucking mouth and feeling her lips distend, fishlike, around his hot pole.
The head of his cock exploded, sending a mass of spiraling, hot sperm flying through her mouth to hit forcefully into the back of her throat. Virginia swallowed reflexively, groaning as she felt the hot fluid pass down her gullet and into her stomach. The first jet was instantly replaced with another, then another and another-filling her mouth with the hot, sticky come! It washed over the taste buds of her tongue. Delicious! Hot and musky and dick and slimy! Ball juice! Nigger ball juice! Dirty and vile and sweet and wicked! And wonderful.
CHAPTER TEN
At twenty minutes past five, a taxi with Mrs. Virginia Holden, sitting nervously on the edge of the back seat, turned off the main street and drove slowly into the nearly deserted Hitchcock Mutual parking lot. She held her purse in one hand and her high-heeled shoe in the other. She was showered, freshly made-up, and dressed, except for her bare feet and legs. Her nylon hose had been discarded, after walking several miles down the isolated farm road where Wash and Red had pushed her from the back seat of then car. By the time she'd reached the highway, the soles of her stockings were worn through and her feet were raw.
Luckily there had been a service station at the junction of the highway and farm road. From there she caught a ride into Little Rock with an aged farm couple. It was a slow, bumpy ride in their dented and rattling pickup truck. She'd been embarrassed at their questions and comments during the trip, but had answered every one, starting with the truth of her abduction and turning to lies to finish the explanation of how she came to be "afoot" so far from town. But they had believed her lies; and now, much to Virginia's relief, she had a reasonable story firmly fixed in mind to satisfy the curiosity she knew her abduction had caused.
"Back there," she said, leaning forward and pointing past the driver's shoulder. "Let me out at that station wagon."
Walking gingerly across the few yards of rough asphalt-because of her sore bare feet-Virginia was glad that her co-workers had left for the day. She was bone tired and in no mood to begin explaining what had happened to her. Her asshole throbbed with every beat of her heart. Her pussy was tender and stretched. Her throat felt numb, no that all passion was gone. And her voice was little more than a whisper. Taking the big cock down her throat had damaged it somehow and made her hoarse. She hoped that it was a temporary condition caused by the stretching and probing. She'd decided to wait till the next morning to worry about it. If she was still hoarse then, she would go to the doctor, but not today. All she could think about at the moment was getting her son from the nursery and going home to soak in a tub of hot, hot water.
Someone had put her lost shoe on the driver's seat of her station wagon, Virginia saw, when she pulled open the door. She sat with her legs sticking out of the car and: winced as she wiggled her swollen, bare feet into her pumps. She started her car and began driving from the parking lot, making it almost to the building when her boss came running out, waving his arms. Virginia stopped, forcing a tired smile as he hurried toward her.
"Mrs. Holden!" he exclaimed, bending to lean on the door and peer questioningly through the open window. "I'm so relieved to see you! We've all been worried sick. What in the world happened to you? Are you all right? Do you need a doctor? Those men didn't. .. didn't harm you, I hope."
Virginia grimaced. It was time to tell her lie. "No, they didn't harm me, Mr. Jennings. I wa-"
"Your voice! You're so hoarse! Let me get you to a doctor!"
"I screamed a lot," she said. "I was scared to death. Ill be fine after a good night's rest."
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure." She smiled, warmed by his genuine concern. "If I'm still hoarse in the morning, I'll go to a doctor instead of coming to work."
"By all means, do that. Have him send the bill to Hitchcock."
'Thank you, Mr. Jennings. That's very nice of you, but I hope it won't be necessary."
"We called the police, Mrs. Holden. I'll notify them that you have safely returned. They'll probably want to talk to you, though. You know ... to find out what happened and see if you can give them any information to help them apprehend those animals who kidnapped you."
"I'd just as soon forget all about it. It was like a bad dream."
"I'm afraid we can't just let it drop. That nigger broke Mr. Collin's jaw when he hit him."
"Oh, for heaven's sake! Poor Mr. Collins! How is he?"
"All wired up and miserable, but hell be all right."
"I'm so grateful to him for trying to help me. It's a shame he got hurt. The whole thing was a mistake, you know."
"No, I don't know. What do you mean?"
'They kidnapped the wrong person. I don't know who they were after. But when they found their mistake, they decided to let me go rather than demand what little ransom I would bring. They took me out into the country and threw me out on an isolated farm road. I walked for miles before I caught a ride back into town."
'The beasts!" Mr. Jennings hissed. 'Treating a lady so shabbily! Well, never you fret, Mrs. Holden. The police will catch them. They'll pay for their atrocious action!'
"I have to go now, Mr. Jennings. I'm already late to pick up my son.
"Yes, of course. You go on, Mrs. Holden," he said, reaching in to pat Virginia's shoulder. "Ill call the police and tell them the good news." Seeing little Mark and hugging him to her breast helped ease Virginia's troubled mind and abused body. A long soak in a hot bubble bath helped some more. Virginia wanted to wait till after supper and Mark was in bed to tell Harold her lie. But he rushed into the house worried and panting, having just heard the news of her kidnapping and safe return his car radio during his drive home. He'd been out of town all day and a jump ahead of all attempts to notify him of his wife's misfortune.
Harold accepted her explanation just as readily as had Mr. Jennings and the farm couple. He was immensely relieved by the news that she had not been raped or harmed in any way.
The police came. Virginia could tell them nothing of importance other than the physical descriptions of her abductors. The police reporter made her more nervous than did the police themselves. He wanted to know how the experience had affected her. Had she been frightened? Yes, she had been literally scared to death. Could he photograph her for the newspaper? Virginia posed with little Mark sitting on her lap and Harold hugging her. The picture was taken of the cut and raw soles of her feet, also for publication in the newspaper to show how much she had suffered and to arouse public concern.
If they only knew the truth, thought Virginia, hoping against hope that her abductors were never captured. She had deliberately given the police totally erroneous descriptions of Wash, Bob, Red, and Lotta. She had to. It was the only way she could protect herself. If they were caught and brought to trial, the whole world would know of her wanton behavior. Knowing that they had her lustful actions all on film and planned to make thousands of copies to sell all over the world was bad enough.
But as long as the four remained free, Virginia could hope that no one she knew would ever see the sex movie in which she was the star performer. Even if someone did see it, perhaps he or she would have a keen insight and be able to realize it was forced upon her against her will and would remain forever silent about recognizing her in it. Common decency would demand it, she thought-hoped!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Broken Bow, New Mexico, lay fourteen miles dead ahead on a narrow highway that was monotonously straight and smooth. Bob and Red were both in the back seat of the car, alternately catching snatches of sleep and looking out at the boring landscape. At the moment, both were snoozing peacefully, Bob with a smile on his handsome face and Red snoring. Lotta was sleeping too, in the front seat, with her blonde head resting in Wash's lap.
Wash drove silently, feeling drowsy from the continual hum of tires on the pavement and the warmth of the late afternoon sun beating in through the windshield. They were on their way to California. As soon as they had dumped Virginia on the lonely road outside of Little Rock, they had left for Los Angeles. Red had connections there, he'd said. The film could wait for developing and printing. Getting out of Arkansas before Virginia could make her way back to Little Rock and report them to the police, though she'd promised she wouldn't do that, seemed like the best idea.
Now Arkansas was behind them, separated by Oklahoma, the panhandle of Texas, and part of New Mexico. They were breathing easier. Everything had worked out well-so far.
There had been nothing on the late TV news broadcast from Oklahoma City last night about Mrs. Holden. If she had reported what happened to her, it surely would have been announced at least that far away. It appeared that Virginia had kept her promise of silence, that everything had come off without a hitch, that they were in the clear and on their way to Los Angeles. Once there, all they had to do was develop the film, edit and print it, then let Red show it to his contacts and get an order for the first run.
Visions of his wallet fattened by hundred-dollar bills floated dreamily through Wash's drowsy mind. He dropped his gaze from the road to look down at Lotta's sleeping face. The sight warmed his heart. Last night they had talked unashamedly of love for the first time. Lotta had shed her last ounce of prejudice, tearfully expressing her love for him and joyfully agreeing to become his bride.
They had lain awake long into the night, lying side by side in bed and talking softly so Red and Bob couldn't hear them. The marriage would take place as soon as the first money from the two films came in. Wash was a cook by trade, Lotta a typist and bookkeeper. They would open a restaurant. The food preparation would be handled by Wash and the business details by Lotta. The future had never looked better, to Wash.
A bus passed them, making the car pitch as it broke the wind Wash had been holding the steering wheel against. Wash fought to regain control, then squinted ahead as the bus left them behind. Sixty miles-per-hour, Bob had said; and Wash kept the car moving at exactly that speed. He agreed with Bob. It made no sense to break the speed laws and risk being stopped by the police, who just might have instructions to be watching for them.
Kidnapping was a serious offense. Rape too. They had committed both. The proof positive was recorded on film in the trunk of the car with their bags. They were far removed from Little Rock, which was the most dangerous place at the moment, but if Virginia had reported them, it was possible that police all over the country would be on the lookout.
They had no way of knowing that Virginia had given descriptions of them so misleading that no one could ever connect them with her abduction, and had not even mentioned the fact of her rape. But playing it safe, they all four agreed, was the best thing to do for several weeks. Then, even if Virginia had told everything, they would have nothing to worry about. California was a long way from Arkansas. The Los Angeles police had plenty to keep them busy. Taking care of the crime in their own city was more than a full time job. They would not be worrying about something that happened in Little Rock unless it just up and hit them in the face.
All that Wash, Lotta, Red, and Bob had to do was keep their noses clean. They could print the film and wholesale it without fear. It would not be shown where any policeman could see it. Each of them had thousands of dollars waiting in California. And Los Angeles was a big, busy city. It would be no problem for four people such as themselves to melt right in and disappear in the crowd. No one was ever likely to recognize any of them from the movie, no matter how popular it became, or how many stag shows it played.
Red was right, thought Wash. Smart. We're gonna get away with this and all be rich, rich, rich!
Up ahead, in the town of Broken Bow, the mayor and police chief walked out the front entrance of city hall and strode toward a waiting prowl car. Two uniformed policemen followed them. The four men got into the prowl car-the mayor and police chief in the back seat and the two officers in the front.
'This little program is beginning to pay off," the mayor said, as the car pulled away from the curb.
The police chief groaned inwardly. It was the same thing the mayor said every month. The chief knew by heart the conversation upcoming. He said his line, "Bigger tourist count last month? "
"Yep. Five more families visited us than in the same month last year. Spent more money, too. One family stayed three days. Made our town their headquarters while they visited all the wonderful sights around here. The man said the family of one of his friends was our Tourists of the Month last year. Said they raved about how pleasant we'd made their stay here and how friendly all our people are. Said that was the main reason he and his wife picked our town to visit for part of their vacation."
"Tourism is our bread and butter," agreed the chief.
"You bet your badge it is. The more tourists we get the more money it means for all of us. A town can't grow without money. Speaking of money. The program won't cost the town a cent from now on."
"Yeah, I heard that Luke was going to feed our tourist selection on the house from now on, instead of just giving them cut-rate."
"Nice man," said the mayor. "Luke runs a fine restaurant, too. He can see how much good our program is doing for his business."
"Yeah," said the chief. "For the whole town."
The chief took out a cigar and lit it. The conversation was now over. They would ride in silence out to the edge of town, where they would stop cars until one family was surprised and delighted with their offer of free food and lodging for the night. The family that agreed to stay the night in Broken Bow would be proclaimed Tourists of The Month. The mayor would present them with the printed document bearing his seal and signature. A police escort with siren blaring would lead the tourists to the mayor's motel, where they would receive the red carpet treatment and occupy the best rooms. After their free supper they would be provided with a tour of the town. The tour would resume following breakfast if the Tourists of The Month had the time and inclination. It was all a bunch of shit as far as the chief was concerned. He saw no sense in any of it. But it was the mayor's idea, and the mayor was his boss; so he went along with the farce.
Red snored himself awake. He sat up, stretching and yawning. The empty landscape looked exactly as it had when he fell asleep-fit for nothing but prairie dogs and coyotes. He took out a cigarette and lit it, then leaned forward with his arms resting on the front seat.
"Where are we?"
"Coming into Broken Bow."
"Looks like the asshole of nowhere," Red commented, looking ahead at the heat waves dancing above the pavement. In the distance he could see the town beginning to show up.
"There ain't much out this way, period," Wash said. "I been wondering why them Indians put up such a fight to keep it."
Red laughed. "It doesn't make much sense, does it?" "Not to me, it don't." "This your first trip through here, Wash?" "Yeah. And my last. If I ever go back to Arkansas, it's gonna be on a plane or a train."
"Well be in Los Angeles tomorrow. You 11 like it there." "I hope so."
"Yeah ... Yeah, you will. It's a great place."
The next five minutes were silent. Red finished smoking his cigarette and mashed it out in the ash tray. Wash held the car at exactly sixty miles per hour. They both looked down the highway, watching Broken Bow grow larger and larger as Bob and Lotta slept. They saw a car make a U-turn far ahead and come to a stop on the shoulder of the road.
"What's happening up there?" Red asked.
The car doors were open now. It looked like four men getting out. Was that a red dome on top of the car? It was, Red saw. Then he made out that two of the men had on uniforms.
"Wash?"
"Looks like cops to me." is, Wash! It is cops! Look! They're gonna stop us!" Bob and Lotta both jumped up and stared ahead, through blinking eyes.
"Slow down, Wash," Bob snapped. "Jesus Christ! What do you think they want?"
"I hope it ain't what I'm thinking," Wash said, lifting his foot from the accelerator and letting the car coast.
"Naw," Red growled. "It couldn't be. Not here. Not in this little burg. It would have happened in Oklahoma City or Amarillo if it was going to!"
"Well, by God, it is happening!" Bob blurted. 'They're cops, all right, and they're motioning us to pull in behind their car! What the shit are we gonna do? We can't stop, Red! You know that!"
"We're not gonna stop," Red barked. "Floorboard it, Wash! Keep it there all the way through this burg!" "Maybe we ought to stop," Wash moaned. "Yeah," Lotta said hopefully. "Maybe it's just a safety check or something?"
"Huh-uh. They don't have the gear for it. Besides, there are no other cars waiting. Hit it, Wash! Jam your foot in the carb!" Red shouted.
The car lurched ahead as Wash slapped down the accelerator. The four men were waving and yelling as they sped past the parked police car. Bob and Red whipped around in the seat, looking out the back window in time to see one of the uniformed officers jump into the prowl car and grab up the mike to radio ahead.
"We can't go through town!" Bob wailed. 'They'll be waiting for us! We've got to turn off the highway and get lost in the residential section!"
"What the hell will that get us?" Red demanded.
"A little time, for one thing. And maybe we can find a back road out of here they won't be watching."
"Yeah, Bob. You're right," Red suddenly agreed, searching ahead for a likely place to turn off the highway. 'There, Wash! Turn right at the intersection!"
It was a county road which bisected the main highway. They were not yet into the main part of Broken Bow. Service stations and motels were the only buildings out this far. Service stations occupied three corners of the intersection where Wash was to turn. At the other corner a new motel was under construction.
Gritting his teeth, Wash jammed on the brakes and began spinning the steering wheel. They were moving too fast to make the turn. The car started in the direction Wash pointed it but hit some loose sand and skidded halfway through the turn.
Then the sand was left behind and the tires were squealing on dry pavement. The squeal was loud and brief, followed by sounds of crashing glass and scraping metal as the car overturned several times and finally came to an abrupt stop at a concrete-block wall. The car was upside down, the tires clawing air as screams and groans rent the sudden silence.
Construction workers and service station attendants ran toward the accident. No one got there in time. The car burst into flames, driving the men back and forcing them to stand helpless and listen to the horrible sounds of human suffering which erupted from within the mass of twisted metal and broken glass.
Nothing was recognizable when the firemen finally extinguished the blaze. The bodies were charred. The upholstery and luggage were ashes-including the film which had caused it all.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was Saturday night, Virginia lay alone, tossing in her bed. Harold was again out of town. The company for which he worked had a deadline to meet in Memphis in order fulfill a contract and maintain their good reputation. Harold was there in charge of the mopping up operations. He'd called earlier, saying that he was sorry, but he wouldn't be able to make it home until Monday or Tuesday. The crew had run into a sticky problem and he couldn't leave.
"You and Mark will have to go to church with your parents in the morning," he'd said.
"Well miss you, darling," Virginia had replied. "But don't worry about us. Everything is fine here."
Declarations of love ended the conversation. After she'd hung up, Virginia turned suddenly restless. She and Mark had watched TV until his bed time. Alone after putting Mark to bed, with nothing but silence and a well-touted but dull book for company, Virginia's restlessness had grown progressively worse. She had eaten compulsively, making one trip after another into the kitchen to forage in the refrigerator. At ten she had felt stuffed and drowsy. After a hot soak she had gone to bed expecting to fall asleep immediately.
It hadn't worked that way. It was not five minutes past midnight, and Virginia lay fully awake. She hated herself for the thoughts running through her mind. She'd driven them out at least a dozen times, only to have them return even stronger than before. She'd thought all that was behind her.
Three months had passed since her abduction and rape. It had not affected her marriage to any appreciable degree. Her love for husband, child, and home was just as strong as ever. Harold and Mark were the most important things in r life. They were the very center of her existence, just as they had always been.
Then why in God's name am I lying here, tormented like this? she silently screamed.
Dancing lewdly through her mind was the big black cock which had made her body sing more joyously than it ever had before or since that awful day of humiliation. She could not sleep for thinking of it. She could not lie still. Tossing and turning didn't help. Neither did covering her head with the pillow and clamping it tightly about her ears and eyes to try and shut out the sight of the glistening black organ and the sounds of her own voice calling out, all raspy with lust.
The heat in her loins was a terrible thing. It was a raging hunger such as she had never known. Though she had never masturbated in her life, she did so now. She had to! The fires burning out of control inside her demanded every ounce of her attention. If she didn't put it out soon, it would consume her. She kicked back the covers and jerked off her panties, jabbing two fingers into her wet, swollen cunt and working them rapidly in and out. Climax came within seconds. She lay groaning it out to the empty bedroom and rolling from side to side on the bed.
But her finger-induced orgasm brought her no relief. It only helped for the brief time her cunt was fluttering around her two deeply planted fingers. Then, to her horror and complete amazement, the fire inside her cunt burst into an inferno of all-consuming lust. The mental picture of Wash's incredibly sweet organ rushed back, biting into her brain and sticking like a leech. It would not be driven away this time. It sucked at her mind till Virginia realized the awful truth. There was only one way to put out the fire within her. It would take a huge, black fireman with a long, thick, ebony hose. The hose would have to be inserted deep inside her-there to pour out the only fluid capable of extinguishing her particular kind of flame.
Perhaps it would require a whole crew of black firemen to put out the searing blaze, thought Virginia, as she jumped from her bed and began dressing. No matter, though. It must be done-at once!
Fully dressed and made-up heavier than she had ever been before, Virginia looked in on her son. He was sleeping peacefully. There was no reason to worry about him while she was gone. He always slept the whole night through| without waking. She tiptoed from his room and hurried up the hall. A glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror stopped her short. She studied her face. The heavy make-up made her look different. She knew what she looked like: a whore-a woman of the streets. The face in the mirror smiled at her. It was a wicked smile, full of lust and sinful longing for carnal pleasures-the very things Virginia ha been suppressing all her life.
"Just this once," she whispered to her reflection. 'Then everything will be back to normal again." "Yes," her reflection answered. "You're right. You must do this. A demon has possessed you. Hurry now! Go do what you must to exorcise him!
Virginia cruised slowly up the loud, neon-lit street. She was in North Little Rock, in the heart of the Negro section. Beer joints and honky-tonks surrounded her, lining both sides of the block she was in. This was her fifth pass up this particular street. She knew without a doubt that there she would find what she was looking for. The only thing she needed was the courage to park her station wagon and go into one of the garish dens of iniquity.
A car shot away from the curb, jumping out in front of Virginia and forcing her to jam her foot quickly to the brake. Her car stopped with a squeal. Skidding tires sounded behind her. Virginia steeled herself for the impact, then breathed a sigh as the car behind her bumped almost gently against her back bumper.
Her lip quivering and her hands trembling, she pulled her wagon into the parking slot just vacated at the curb. She sat there for a moment, trying to muster up the courage to get out and walk down the street. Before she could act, the passenger's door opened and a Negro airman stuck his head inside the car.
"That was close," he said. "Are you all right, ma'am?"
"I'm all right," she said, turning toward him. "A bit shook up, but that's all."
The brown face smiled. "It didn't hurt your car."
Virginia noticed his eyes moving down her body, appraising her. His gaze stopped at her thighs. She glanced down and saw that her dress was hiked up high, giving him a good look at the exposed flesh above her nylons. She left it that way.
"You looking for some action? " he asked.
She nodded, turning to look into his face as he slid into the car. The door was left open. The car bounced as he scooted across the seat. Then his dark hand was on her leg, moving up the warm, soft flesh of her inner thigh. Virginia shuddered as he cupped her moist cunt, still looking unblinkingly into his smiling eyes.
"I thought so," he said "Been watching you drive up and down the street. How much action you looking for?" "What do you mean?"
"I've got two buddies. We can get a motel room." Virginia felt a tremor shoot through her. "How about it, baby? You game?" "Let's go," she breathed.
"We're in," he yelled, turning his face toward the sidewalk.
Footsteps sounded. The front door slammed shut and the back door swung open. Another Negro airman got into the back seat and slid across to make room for the greasy, pimple-faced young Puerto Rican following him. Virginia started the car as the back door banged shut. The Negro in the front seat had his arm around her, cupping a tit. His other hand was rubbing at her crotch when she pulled away from the curb.
"Straight ahead two blocks and one to the left," the man beside her said. "What's your name, baby?"
"Mary Magdalene," she told them, her voice getting husky from the fingers working in her pussy.
The motel room was small and dingy, with an ancient armchair taking up most of the space the other worn-out furnishings left. In one corner was a battered dresser with a yellowed mirror and a wooden, straight-backed chair. Cracked linoleum-with worn spots of black where traffic had been the heaviest-was on the plank floor, which gave under pressure and bounced whenever it was walked on. The bedstead was made of iron, its original beauty long since vanished. It was covered with many coats of chipping and peeling paint. A sagging mattress that smelled of sweat and urine rested on a set of dilapidated, bare springs. A print bedspread that looked like it was made from worn-out, faded drapes graced the lumpy mattress and the two feather pillows.
Virginia stood beside the bed, letting herself be fondled and undressed by Carlos, the Puerto Rican, and Slim, the skinny Negro who had ridden in the back seat. Stubbs, the Negro who had fingered her pussy during the drive and the only one that had spoken a word, stood undressing in front of her. He was down to his shorts now, his cock bulging as he grinned and pitched his trousers over the back of the armchair. Virginia groaned as he stepped out of his shorts. His cock was every bit as big as Wash's. The tiny slapping noise it made as it sprang free and hit against his flat stomach was music to her ears. There stood the instrument capable of putting out her fire, swaying from the muscular brown body at a forty-five degree angle.
Stubbs tossed his shorts to the chair. The gleam in Virginia's eyes brought a knowing laugh from his grinning mouth. Her gaze was fixed hotly on his cock and her tongue was teasing back and forth between her slightly parted lips.
"You white cunts are all alike," Stubbs said, taking a step toward her and grasping his cock. He ran his hand up and down on it. "You wanta suck it, don't you?" "Yea,"
"It looks all big and black and dirty to you, doesn't it? That makes you want it in your mouth all the more, doesn't it?"
"Yesss."
The four dark hands working at Virginia's clothes had now removed everything but her panties, garter belt, hose, and high-heeled shoes. She stood trembling, watching Stubbs jack off his cock as Carlos and Slim finished undressing her. A moment later they stepped back and began taking off their own clothing, leaving Virginia to stand completely nude and alone.
Stubbs came to her then, walking up till the head of his cock pushed hotly into her lower abdomen. He took a tit in each hand, squeezing harshly and chuckling as Virginia sucked in her breath against the pain.
"Kiss me," she whimpered. "I don't kiss cocksuckers."
It was like a slap in the face to Virginia. She was instantly humiliated. Yet the masochism in her rushed forth and embraced his words as if they were the sweetest and gentlest caresses she had ever experienced. "Oh, darling, darling, darling!" she sighed.
"Cocksucking whore," he said, grinning directly into her face.
"Yessss! Oh yesss!"
Stubbs laughed loudly. "You're mine, bitch," he said.
"YESSS!" she screamed, feeling his fingers bite brutally into her soft tits and jerk her down. Her knees hit the hard floor and his cock slapped her in the face. "I'M YOURS! I'M YOUR COCKSUCKING WHORE!!!
"Shut up!" he barked.
His fingers dug into her hair and brought her mouth the head of his prick. Virginia opened her mouth wide and let him pull her face up tight against his belly. The head of his cock was down her throat and his balls were brushing her chin. The coarse hair of his pelvis cut into bat lips. She groaned, throwing her arms around his legs, her t clutching at the cheeks of his ass as she sucked hungrily on his fat organ.
'There. That ought to shut you up. What the fuck yam trying to do anyway? Wake up the dead?"
Virginia barely heard his words. She made no sense of them. She was beyond verbal communication, grunting and moaning and bobbing her head back and forth over the hard brown dick in her mouth. Virginia heard Stubbs speak again. The ringing and buzzing in her ears made it impossible for her to make out what he said. But it didn't matter. She realized that he was talking to one of his friends. She heard the name "Slim", then quit trying to hear what Stubbs was saying.
"We've got more than pussy here, Slim," Stubbs had said. "Look in her purse. See if you can find a picture of her in there."
Half undressed, Slim went to the dresser and opened Virginia's purse. A moment later he had a photo of Virginia in his hand. It was a wallet size of the latest family portrait. Virginia looked the perfect young wife and mother in it, with little Mark sitting on her lap and Harold standing behind them with his hands resting on her shoulders.
"This is the only one I could find," Slim said, bringing it over to Stubbs.
"It'll do," Stubbs said. "Get your clothes back on. I want you to take her car and go back down the street. Get as many guys as you can find. Charge 'em two bucks apiece. Use her station wagon for a bus to haul 'em back and forth."
"Yeah," Slim grinned. "I wonder how many she can take on!"
Dimly, Virginia heard the door open and shut. She wondered at that. But a second later hands were grasping her hips and raising her butt. She went with the hands, keeping her mouth going on Stubbs' cock as her buttocks were spread apart. The head of a cock fitted into her swollen cuntlips, then she felt it slide smoothly into her vagina and the goddamned door opening and shutting didn't make a fucking bit of difference to her any more.
Carlos' cock charged into her, his belly hitting into her ass and shoving Stubbs' dick down her throat. Then they were both plunging their hard tubes of meat at her, buffeting her back and forth between them until she thought she would faint dead away from the heat of it all.
They slammed her back and forth so roughly that her knees threatened to buckle. Carlos' peter fell from her vagina. She groaned a protest around the cock in her mouth, wiggling her tail in an effort to recapture Carlos. Then she had his dick once more. He missed the moving target of her pussy; suddenly her tight asshole felt as if it was being ripped open. Up her butt rushed Carlos' slippery pole, bringing a muffled scream from her throat as his stomach slapped against her buttocks and once more pushed her throat at Stubbs' cock.
They went at her rhythmically then, holding her still as both men humped her. She was filled with prick at both ends. Trembling and moaning, she clung weakly to Stubbs's thighs. Carlos banged into her buttocks, flattening them and filling her ass with cock as Stubbs hit into her face, driving the head of his rod deep in her throat and mashing his stomach over her eyes and nose and forehead.
It didn't last long. Soon Stubbs was sweating and grunting, pushing the twitching head of his organ clear down to her lungs, it seemed to Virginia. Then he erupted like a volcano, sending hot spurts of come rushing down her throat and warming her stomach like hot coffee on a cold winter morning. All the while he poured sperm into her, her face was buried into his sweat-soaked lower abdomen. Virginia sucked in air past his sweaty brown skin, pulling hard to force it around his thick cock in her throat and get it to her needy lungs. It was heady, pungent, delicious! Even the pain of Carlos' shaft jabbing in and out of her tender asshole was good!
Virginia was loving every second of it. She wished it could go on forever and ever. Then Stubbs' well ran dry. His cock still twitching weakly, he pulled it from her throat. As the head dragged across her tongue, Virginia licked at it fast, getting the last drop of his juice onto her taste buds and savoring it.
The cock left her reluctant mouth with a loud slurp. Then Stubbs was stepping to the side and Virginia could feel herself toppling forward as Carlos slammed his rod up her butt. Down she went, losing the rod from her ass and falling forward. Her tits and belly jerked and squeaked on the cold linoleum as she came to a stop, face down on the floor. She had not been able to get her hands under herself in time. Her nose was flat on the gritty floor. Blood oozed from her cut lip.
"Oh, Jesus," she wailed, lying flat and letting the cold caress her feverish body.
She turned her head to the side and spat out a piece of broken front tooth along with blood and saliva and jism. Never had she been so abused. She pushed up from the floor and sat, rubbing her mouth. Both men were grinning down at her. She saw Stubbs' organ going limber. It had a milky drop of sperm hanging from the eye of its glans. She grabbed his legs and pulled him to her, licking the tip of his cock and groaning.
"Suck Carlos," he urged.
Virginia turned toward the greasy Puerto Rican. She saw his pimply face leering down smugly at her as he backed toward the bed. He sat with his buttocks on the edge of the mattress, opening his legs for her. She stared at his cock, still hard and throbbing and covered with her cunt juice and the brown film of shit it had collected in the depths of her ass.
Carlos didn't utter a word. He merely lifted his hands and motioned her toward him. She went to him, sobbing, crawling on her hands and knees. She brought her face to his crotch, sitting on the cold floor and extending her legs under the filthy bed.
The smell of her own shit was strong in her nostrils as Virginia opened her mouth and lowered her face. She took the head into her mouth, licking it clean before she tightened her lips around the base of his penis.
Her head was bobbing frantically up and down on Carlos' dick when the door flew open and five Negroes entered the dingy little motel room.
"Hoowee!" one of the men exclaimed. "Look at her go!"
"She sucks like she likes it," another said. "I'm gonna have me a blow job tonight!"
"Yeah! She's purty, too," still another said. He was a big strapping youth, a ditch digger who still had on his grimy work clothes. He grinned as he walked cockily over to watch Virginia suck Carlos' dick at close range. "Look at them lips! Mmm-MMM! I'm gonna get my asshole kissed-that's what I'm gonna do!"
If Virginia knew the five leering Negroes had entered the room, she didn't show it. She went on sucking and slurping at Carlos' stiff pole until he shot his hot load into her greedy mouth. She swallowed it down, then pulled her puffy lips from his dwindling organ and licked at the come which had overflowed and was running down her chin. She offered no resistance as hands lifted her onto the bed an laid her on her back. She appeared to be only half aware of what was going on.
The bed sagged as the first Negro who had paid for the privilege joined her. He hadn't even bothered to take off his pants. He'd merely dropped them, along with his shorts, down around his ankles. He pushed between her legs, forcing them easily apart with his knees as he pulled his shirttail up, out of the way.
Looking up hazily, Virginia realized she had never seen this man before. He was coarse and foul-smelling. The crisp hair of his unshaven face felt like sandpaper as he nuzzled her cheek. Then his weight came down on her, the buttons of his shirt biting into her flesh and the coarse material making its impression on her soft tits. The hot head of his cock pushed roughly between her cunt lips and he entered her with one brutal jab.
"OHHH!" Virginia groaned, the air rushing from her lungs as the head of his cock jarred her insides.
The bedsprings began to creak and rasp out a grating rhythm as the man hammered his huge black cock in and out of her. She gasped and panted for breath, struggling to push him from her before he killed her. It was no use. She was too weak to even get the idea across that she wanted him to quit. He mistook her feeble efforts to push him from her trembling body for signs of passion. He threw cock at her all the faster, whispering into her ear and telling her how nice and tight she was.
Giving up, Virginia let her body go limp and accepting. She lay moaning and whimpering, feeling his long thick dick stroke in and out of her tightly gripping cuntlips. The bed was bouncing wildly up and down, filling the room with creaks and pops and snapping sounds.
Virginia's face was to the wall. She saw a fat roach run from beneath the mattress and try to climb the partition before its own weight sent it falling to the floor. She shut her eyes. Behind her clenched eyelids, she could see the massive black cock pushing her cuntlips in and drawing them out to cling to his shaft. Pushing them in and drawing them out-going on and on and on!
Her mental picture heightened the feeling. It turned good. It turned very, very good! This was what she had wanted. This total degradation! Suddenly she responded with every ounce of life in her. The massive organ was churning her guts! She could feel them swirling about within her!
A groan ripped from her throat. She threw her legs and arms around the humping man and turned her face to kiss him.
"No, Goddamn it!" he grunted, refusing to accept her kiss. When Virginia forced her mouth to his and thrust in her tongue, he pulled his face away and slapped her hard across the face. "I told you no!" he shouted.
"DARLING, DARLING, DARLING!!!" Virginia yelled, holding him to her and hunching her cunt wildly at him.
The painful slap had sent her hurtling into an intense orgasm. The room went black and spun crazily as she threw her cunt up to meet his every thrust. The walls of her vagina gripped at his cock with a strength unknown to her before that second. She fluttered and twitched around his prick, drawing the come up from his balls and carrying him into orgasm along with her. He shuddered, thrust his cock deep, held it in to the hilt, and ground his pelvis at her, blowing jet after forceful jet of hot juice into the very depths of her jerking womb.
No sooner had he left the bed than another Negro took his place between her trembling legs and rammed his cock into her heaving belly. Virginia made no effort to push this one from her. Instead, she welcomed him with open arms. She shut her eyes and chanted out vile obscenities as she met his jabbing hips and stroking cock hunch for hunch. He blew his nuts into her and got up.
"Nooo . .. Come back!" Virginia wailed, opening her eyes and searching for him. For the first time she saw the roomful of naked Negroes. There were too many to count. Slim had brought another group by this time. They had all pushed into the small room and were waiting to fuck her, Virginia realized.
"Oh my God!" she cried out. Her mind reeled with the sudden knowledge of what was happening. "You're selling me! You've made me a whore!" she yelled to the grinning Stubbs.
"You were looking for action," he said. 'Think this will be enough for you? "
Virginia stared incredulously at him.
"Next," Stubbs said calmly.
She watched one of the men step forward. His cock was standing out hard and ready as he climbed onto the bed and knelt between her open legs. Virginia moaned as he shoved her cunt full of long black cock and began fucking her urgently.
"Oh God ... Oh God!" she wailed.
Her hips moved with the hunching Negro of their own accord. The sensations inside her cunt were maddening. Good! Delicious! Wonderful!!!
"Next," she gasped, when the man pulled his cock from her swollen, come-drenched cunt. "NEXT, NEXT, NEXT!!!"
