"I don't think it's a wise idea for you girls to go out tonight!" Mrs. Davis said worriedly. " You've heard the radio reports about trouble on the West Side."
"Oh, Mother don't be such a killjoy, " Alma laughed gaily. Putting her arm round her younger sister's waist and giving Jeanette an affectionate hug she added, "Besides, Bill and Jack are going to meet us at the Stadium and bring us home."
"That's all very well, " their gray-haired buxom mother insisted, "But just the same I'd feel better if they came by to pick you up."
"You know very weil that they work at the Post Office and don't finish their shift till five-thirty. By the time they came over here and got back to where we'll have dinner and then see the hockey game, we'd miss the first period. And Jeanette and I are just dying to see how the Blackhawks do against the Rangers."
"Very well, " Mrs. Davis shook her head. "I guess you'll have your own way in spite of what your poor old mother thinks."
Alma Davis walked over to the couch bent down and gave her mother a soothing kiss. She was twenty, vivacious, black-haired, with large dark brown eyes, a dainty Grecian nose, full sensuous mouth and deeply dimpled chin. Her warm creamy skin and magnificently voluptuous figure were attributes which her fiance, Bill East, could hardly wait to sample. But though they had been engaged fully six months. Alma virtuously held out for the ceremony and ring which would unite them before giving in to Bill's yearning to take her cherry.
She was a virgin, but a wise virgin. There had been dates in high school as early as her fifteenth year, and through business college till she had met the handsome young postal supervisor Bill East not quite a year ago at a North Side skating rink and they had begun to go steady. With her earlier dates. Alma had learned French kissing and cuddling, and had even allowed one or two of her more attractive boy friends to slip their hands inside her panties and tickle her plump-lipped furry pussy till it was creamy with spend. Bill East, who was her betrothed, had even greater privileges; on their last date, they'd gone to his apartment in Rogers Park. There, giving way to his plaintive entreaty and some of his fiery kisses, Alma had blushingly removed blouse and bra, and deliciously half-naked in her skirt, panties, garterbelt and cobwebby off-black nylons and neat Cuban-heeled black leather pumps, had let him suck her titties and fondle them till she got so furiously itchy between her round ivory thighs that she had herself whispered to him, "Oh, sweetheart I'm so squirmy I'm going to faint unless you work me off. Please frig my naughty little cunny till I give down all my girl-dew." And he'd accommodated. In return, Alma, seeing what a ferociously turgid state his cock had been put into by her dalliance, had taken a handkerchief, unzipped his pants and drawn out his stiff, throbbing cock then jacked him off, mopping his copious spermatic jet in the handkerchief.
"Baby, " he had groaned, "it's going to be tough on me till you say yes at the altar."
"Well, you know I won't go all the way till we're married. Not that I'm a prude, sweetheart .
But poor Mother has drummed it into me all my life about how Dad left her for a younger woman and shirked all his marital responsibilities. And I'm going to be sure that I've got a roof over my head and food on the table and can leave Mother settled before I take up seriously with any man. And besides, Bill darling, you told me yourself you expect by June to be made assistant postmaster down at the Belmont Avenue station. It will be a wonderful promotion with a nice raise, and we can find a lovely little apartment right near your work and be a couple of lovebirds."
"Okay, you've convinced me. And you're worth waiting for, sweetie, "Bill had said. He was twenty-eight, brown-haired, sturdy, with pleasant blue eyes . Even wary Mrs. Davis liked him. Jeanette, Alma's younger sister, who had just reached her eighteenth birthday, was golden-haired, pink-skinned, ripe and curvaceous of build very much like her still desirable mother, who was forty-five. Jack Rojan, also a postal worker and Bill's best friend, had come along on a double date-blind for him and Jeanette-and the two had hit it off so well that Alma had hinted to her mother that there just might be a double wedding. To be sure, Laurene Davis had never once guessed that her older daughter knew anything about sex. She herself had been brought up in the strict puritanical tradition of a generation ago, with the holdover about woman's being subservient to the man and having to submit of necessity for the procreation of children. Actually, that was why George Davis had forsaken his very desirable wife and taken his blonde secretary off to Mexico where from all reports, they were still living together as man and wife . That had happened ten years ago, and Laurene Davis never forgot the affront. She considered herself unjustly deserted, and that accounted for her vigilance over Alma and Jeanette. The only sex education she had ever given them was at the time when each girl began to have her monthlies, and then she had rather hesitantly explained the reproductive system, adding a warning that until a girl got married, she wasn't to trifle with her own emotions.
Pretty Jeanette, despite her being two years younger than Alma, wasn't the utter innocent her mother believed her to be either. There'd been a couple of fellows in high school with whom she'd necked and French kissed. One of them had even gone so far as to slip his hand under her panties and, though she had wriggled away from his touching her cunt, had managed to goose her plump pink-lipped asshole. Much to her own surprise, Jeanette had felt a wave of lascivious delight pervade her girlish body at the probing profanation of her nether virginity, and she had permitted the youth to keep his finger just inside her bumhole lips while he kissed her passionately, his tongue delving deep between her parted lips. Finally, her stern upbringing had warned her that continuation might be dangerous and she had made him stop.
Now that she and Jack Rojan who was twenty-six, with light wavy brown hair and slim and wiry were practically engaged, Jeanette had felt that it was time she enjoyed some of the forbidden delights. For she and Alma, in the confines of their bedrooms when their mother was asleep, had often gossiped about their steadies and also related details of love affairs which their girl friends were experiencing. In some ways, Jeanette was even more passionate than Alma, and only last night she had confided to the latter, "Gee, honey, I sure hope you and Bill set a date soon, because then maybe I can sweet-talk Jack into making me Mrs. Jack Rojan the same day."
"We'll be back around eleven-thirty, Mother, "Alma called. "Don't you wait up for us now."
"All right, dear. But do be careful .Why don't you take a cab to meet Bill and Jack?" Laurene Davis anxiously demanded. "I'm saving for my trousseau, remember, Mother?" Alma laughed joyously. "We'll take the bus. Just as safe as a car, and maybe safer, the way these Chicago drivers weave in and out of traffic."
"Very well. But if you find you and Jeanette are going to be later than eleven-thirty, please phone me, " her mother insisted.
Alma and Jeanette kissed her goodbye, and then went down the stairs, their eyes bright with anticipation of the pleasant dinner and entertainment they were going to share with their best boy friends.
Mrs. Davis had received a cash settlement from her husband six months after his desertion.
But as Alma had been ten and Jeannette only eight, she had sensibly gone back to work to provide ample funds for the uprearing of her daughters and their eventual schooling. She was presently employed as office manager of a small insurance agency on the North Side, and was able to maintain their three-bedroom apartment on Sheridan Road. At that office, the manager, a virile widower of fifty, Max Jenson, had hinted that he would be very happy to make Mrs. Davis his second wife: but even though secretly she found him appealing, her earlier experience with George Davis had determined her to forsake from then on the beguiling ways of the male.
The tragedy had been, though she didn't know it, that her husband would have been quite happy to remain with her if she had only proved cooperative in bed. But Laurene Davis invariably closed her eyes and lay with her arms at her sides wren he was fucking her, in an attitude of resigned martyrdom. And such an attitude can chill the hottest hard-on any man can get. After eleven years of marriage, George Davis figured he had had aplenty, and that was why, when Mavis Browning, his silver-blonde, green-eyed, secretary, had thrilled him during a week end in New York where he had gone to represent his firm at a convention, he had left Laurene and made a new life for himself with lustful, enthusiastic Mavis. The two sisters caught a Sheridan Road express bus to Chicago's busy Loop, where they would change to a Madison St. bus to go west to meet their boy friends at Barney's Steak House at Madison and Halstad. On the way, they attracted plenty of attention from the men in the bus, no wonder. Side by side, they represented two deliciously different types of pussy paradise, and many a lonely man standing or sitting on that particular bus found himself conjecturing which one he would rather fuck-or, better still, what a thrill it would be to rule a harem in which the two sisters were concubines. Imagine having them both in flowing, sheer pantaloons and sandals and bolero jacket, bending to your every wish even if that wish was to lie on huge pouf pillows and command your beautiful slavegirls to suck you off or else'.
Alma was five feet six, and her black hair was styled in a free, thick pageboy the turned-under curls caressing her shoulde rblades. She wore a blue and white polkadot dress with hem descending to a point just an inch and a half over her dimpled, suavely chiseled knees, which gave those standing in the aisle of the bus and able to peer down at her bird's eye view of her superbly svelte, highest, sinuous calves sheathed in off-black nylons. The bodice of her dress was cult modestly, but just the same her superb titties were stunningly displayed. They were shaped like ripe pears, widely spaced and high set and they didn't need a bra, though she wore one; Mrs. Davis would have thrown a conniption fit if Alma had dared to go without that important article of concealment. Her waist was slim but it flared into superbly bold, elegantly rounded hips. Her bottom comprised two upstanding rounds, set very tightly together, with only the narrowest of shadowy grooves separating those ivory bottom cheeks of hers. Her thighs were long, delightfully proportioned columns of satiny white skin and resilient young flesh, created to clasp a man between them while he rode her to a fare the well.
Besides her, on the aisle seat, Jeannette Davis was quite as enticing from a man's viewpoint, for many men prefer blondes. Jeanette was five feet five , a kind of pocket Venus in the opulence of her curvaceous development. She wore this evening a green cotton dress whose skirt ended an inch higher than Alma's and so showed off beautifully full round young thighs, possibly a trifle shorter than Alma's, but in some ways more appetizing because of their swelling curves. Her bottom was composed of two broad, succulent ovals, with a widening furrow between them, so that she was readily accessible to either fucking or buggering. Her titties were like young cantaloupes, closely set together and high-perched on her satiny pink chest, with pale coral tinted narrow aureoles and crinkly ripe nipples. Her face was heart-shaped with a soft full mouth, round dimpled chin, dainty snub nose with widely flaring wings, and lovely big blue eyes with thick brows above and short but thick lashes surmounting them. Her voice was sweet and soft, while Alma had a richer contralto tone. And both girls, once in bed with a man would have a symphonic range of expression as they voiced their experiences and pleasures. That time was nearer than either of them dreamed.
CHAPTER TWO
They transferred to the Madison Street bus without incident, and got off at Halstad a little after six. It was a moonless evening with the hint of dark clouds to the north and to change so they could cross over to the restaurant where their boy friends were to meet them, Jeannette turned her head at the sound of a shrill whistle of admiration. A passing car swung round the corner on Halstad, and a burly bespectacled Negro sitting next to the driver stuck his head out and peered at Jeanette's lusciously rounded calves sheathed in charcaol-brown nylons.
"Fresh!." Jeanette called: then, turning to her sister, indignantly demanded, "Did you see that? The idea of that nigger's whistling at me and looking at my legs'."
"Keep your voice down, sweetie, " Alma advised. " It's not a good idea to use that word about colored people these days, as you ought to know if you read the papers."
"I don't care, Jeanette petulantly retorted, "to think he'd look at me as if-as if he wanted to go to bed with me'. Ugh-can you imagine what it would be like, having a black, horrid brute like that up against your bare skin?"
"Shh, honey, "Alma counseled, " I told you to keep your voice down. Besides, there are a lot of white girls going on dates with Negroes these days. It's very popular out near the University of Chicago you see a lot of it. And they're mostly pretty girls, too. So it can't be so bad. There's the light-let's go."
They walked into the restaurant and told the headwaiter they were waiting for their boy friends. He -eyed them, then said, "Do you happen to be Alma and Jeanette Davis?"
"Why, yes, " Alma wonderingly replied. "Your friends phoned a few minutes ago, young lady. They said they'd be about fifteen minutes late. I don't have a table for you four right now anyway, but I'm sure I will by then. Would you like to sit down in the cocktail lounge?"
"No thanks, " Alma said, smiling at the polite little gray-haired man, "we're both underage, and we don't drink anyway. We'll wait outside. It's a lovely evening."
"As you like, Miss, I'll make sure your table is ready when your friends arrive." Thank you very much. Come on, Jeanette we'll wait outside. Or say, I'd like to look at some of these quaint foreign food stores along Halsted. It'll kill time till Bill and Jack get here."
"Okay with me, "Jeanette agreed. They ambled down the street, stopping at a Greek food market and then an Italian, where huge loaves of cheese hung in the window, along with specially spicy sausages. Jeanette giggled pointing to a salami which was long and narrowed at one end. "Gosh, Alma, doesn't that remind you of something?" she hinted.
Jeanette, you ought to be spanked'. I hope you don't scandalize Jack Rojan with talk like that, "Alma reproved, flushing adorably. "Pooh. You know darn well I know about the birds and the bees and the flowers. I haven't let Jack go all the way, and I won't till we're married, but I'll tell you something, Alma, there are times my pussy gets so squirmy I wish I were married right now, " Jeanette confided.
"Well, r don't mind admitting there are nights when I wish I were sleeping with Bill instead of in our apartment. But the way Mom has kept after us to be scared of fellows, it's a wonder we're so close to making a man really, " alma answered. They had come to a narrow alley and were about to move on to the next store, when suddenly Jeanette gasped, " Oh, look somebody's hurt'. See there?"
A man was lying face down midway up the alley, trying to push himself up with his hands. "Let's try to help him, "Alma impulsively decided. She and Jeanette hurried towards him. But as they bent over him, four negroes came swiftly out of a metal door which was the rear entrance to a warehouse. Two of them seized Alma, the other two Jeanette, and in a trice the sisters found themselves gagged and blindfolded and hustled towards a right-angling turn in the alley to a waiting Buick. They were lifted into the back seat, and their captors tied their wrists with neckties behind their backs and forced them to lie down on the narrow floor of the car. At the wheel was slim wiry mustached Negro of about thirty, wearing dark sunglasses. They waited till the "Victim" had got up and hurried to the car, and he got into the front seat beside the driver. He was the same man who had whistled at and ogled lovely Jeanette.
The car started up and drove slowly down the narrow alleyway till it reached Washington Boulevard, then east to LaSalle, and then headed out south. Jeanette and Alma, writhing and trying to loosen their bonds and to rid their mouths of the handkerchief gags, heard their captors discussing them, and shivered with justified apprehension.
"Minute ah laid eyes on desyere chicks, ah said to mahself, now dere's real poontang'."
"You'se right as rain, you is'. We gwine hcb ouahselves a hot night, we is, hee hee hee'."
"Dat cute lil ' blonde's got an ass on her ma prick just gotta git into'."
"Shonuff she has, but we all gits ouah chance, Henry boy'."
"Hey, watch dat namecalling, boy'. We doan want deseyere chicks to know who we are. "
"Cool if man'. When we git done with dese ofay cunts, dey be glad to git home and keep dey moufs shut effen dey know wut's good fer em'."
"Dat right, too'. Mmm, lookit dat black-haired bitch wriggle her sweet ass tryin to git up. You jist wait, honeybaby ah's gonna make youah ass wriggle good'n hahd when ah gits ma black prick up youah brownie a yard, hee hee hee'." And the Buick rolled swiftly on.
CHAPTER THREE
The driver of the car in which the two Davis sisters had been abducted took a circuitous route to his destination. But after nearly an hour of driving, the black Buick came to a stop at a deserted red brick three-story flat building near the corner of 15th and Prairie. "Anybody on de street, Henry?" one of the men in the back seat demanded.
The man called Henry, who was the burly Negro who had offended Jeanette, shook his head.
"Uh uh.Cain't see nobuddy no how. Let's git dem ofay broads up to ouah li'l playroom, you guys."
"Make it fast, then. Once we gits inside, we got all de time we want. Nobuddy gonna bother lookin ' foah dese white chicks wid de fuss gonna go on round wheah we picked them up."
"Ah'll say not'. Dem cops gonna be out in force out de West Side, man. An' anyhow , Brudder Jake, he done own this place an' he pay mighty good so no cop comes round to make trouble no how."
"Hush youah big black moug ' bout Brudder Jake, lessen when he come take a look at wut we got foah him, he use his Kansas City switch on youah fat neck, Henry', warned the slim Negro with the mustache. Abashed the burly Negro stood lookout while the four men in the back seat hustled Alma and Jeanette out of the Buick and into the dingy lobby of the abandoned flat building. To facilitate handling the girls, one of the men holding Alma unceremoniously took her by the waist and flung her over his shoulder as if she had been a sack of potatoes, while the heavier of the two men guarding Jeanette did the same to the blonde beauty. The girls writhed and kicked and tried to cry out but their gags were effective silencers. Up the stairs they were trundled, to the top floor and then into an apartment at the back facing east. Tattered shades had been drawn over the three narrow casement windows, which looked out onto another equally delapidated building: even if the shades had been lifted, there was no one across the way who could have looked' in to see the fate of the lovely white captive virgins.
The apartment to which the girls had been taken consisted of a narrow living room with a huge old overstuffed couch, a table and three wicker chairs; a bedroom with a huge oversize double bed, a dressing table and cracked mirror and an armchair; a tiny kitchen whose porcelain tub; and a kind of pantry room in which a narrow cot and a big overstuffed hassock were the only pieces of furniture.
"Hey man, " big burly Henry chortled, rubbing his hands and licking his thick lips with his obscenely pink tongue, " less' us see wut we got now'n let dese ofay cunts git beftah acquainted wid us, huh?"
"We'll handle things my way, " snapped the slim mustached Negro. "You know the orders we got. Brother Jake told us to grab a couple of white chicks have a litle fun wid them, but no mess'en around to much till he gits here. He got plans Mose, you take their gags out, but keep the blindfolds on. Okay, chicks, relax, you're where the action's gonna be. An' you oughta be grateful to us, ' cause in a little while all hell's gonna break loose in the neighborhood where we picked you up."
Jeanette cringed next to her sister as she felt rough hands tug the gag out of her mouth. As soon as she could speak, she quavered, "You-better let us go'. Our boy friends were going to meet us at the restaurant, and they'll call the police when they find out we're gone. I told the headwaiter we'd be back in fifteen minutes."
Hey, man dat ofay cunt make sense, the Negro called Mose, a surly-faced lean, kinky-haired man in his early forties whined.
"Okay, we're gonna let the blonde cunt make a phone call to the restaurant, " the driver of the Buick decreed. "Honey, you're gonna leave word that you decided to call it off because you both came down with headaches, see? And you're going home and to bed, but not to call you till tomorrow, get it:? 'Cause if you screw things up, I promise you, you'll have an assache, not a headache.
"Dey gonna git an assache anyhow, once we gits ouah cocks crammed down their cute ofay bungholes, : Henry, sniggered.
Alma's eyes widened and she was very pale. Please don't hurr us-we-we aren't from a rich family and we can't pay any big ransom .
"Hee, hee, hee, ain't dat jist like an ofay cunt?" cackled Mose. "Disyeah, ain't no snatch fer dough sister.' Now you fell youah girl friend to be a real nice girl and make dat phone call widouf no trouble, see?"
"She-She's my sister, " Alma stammered "Hey now ain't dat sumpin? " moses jubilantly declared, turning to his cronies who stood in a circle guarding their shrinking, lovely white captives, their eyes greedily scanning Jeanette's and Alma's charms. Burly Henry's crotch was already bulging from a massive hard-on, induced by staring hungrily at Alma's jutting titties, which rose and fell with erratic fright in her."Dat makes de cheese moah bindin', , den, honeygal. Effen she doan do lak we say, we take it out on you, so you betfah talk sense inta her purty head git me? Wut youah name, cunt?"
Alma's ivory cheeks turned a fiery red at this obscene nomenclature."It-it's Alma, "she faintly stammered."
"Okay den. Alma baby, we's gwine take yoah sister inta deden-dat's wheah de phone and de extra bed is foah fuckin' so you tell her she gotta talk real nice, see?" Mose, took out a straight razor and brandished it before Alma's dilated eyes.
"Do-do just like he says, Jeanette, " Alma gasped, recoiling, only to feel the hands of the man behind her grip her around the waist and pull her bottom up tight against his crotch, til I she could feel his hard rooting prick jab against the tender, narrow fissure between her bottom cheeks, to which her skirt clung in the most provocative way.
"Pl-Please don't hurt my sister-I-I I'll do what you want, " Jeanette hurriedly agreed.
Two of the Negroes led her, each grabbing her by a shoulder into the little pantry room, where one of them rapidly dialed information to get the number of Barney's then dialed that number, and then held the mouthpiece up to Jeanette's trembling soft red lips. "Now, you leave de word we said you gonna, heah?" he menaced.
Jeanette, shivering with fright fold the headwaiter exactly what she had been instructed to say. Bill and Jack were at the restaurant, impatiently looking at their watches. Bill had already called the Davis home, the headwaiter informed her. With quick presence of mind, Jeanette had frantically insisted that the headwaiter not call Bill and Jack to the phone, but relay the message to them exactly as she gave it. The phone, but taken from her and replaced.
"Dat real smaht, sistah, : said one of her captors, putting out his black hand and cupping one of Jeanette's panting round titties. "You'n me's gonna git along jist fine when fuckin' time'comes aroun', effen you keep doingwut you's told all de time, see?"
"D-don't touch me., pl-please, " she panted, twisting away from his indecent ca ress.
"Baby, foah you's done tanite, you's gwine beg to suck mah black whang, dat wut, " he jeered. And boldly, despite her sobs and cries he cupped her titties in his hands and squeezed till Jeanette's lovely heart-shaped face contorted with pain and shame, while her other captor, standing behind her and holding her by the waist, rubbed his ferociously swollen prick against her bottomcheeks.
They took her back into the living room where Alma, standing with her eyes still blindfolded and wrists bound behind her back, was the target of six Negro mens' glittering eyes.
"Untie, em now, we gonna make em peel down git nekkid foah fuckin', " Henry, spoke up, licking his thick lips again.
"It's okay to fuck them, " the slim leader spoke up, " but Brother Jake said you guys was to get one piece of cunt and that's the limit till he gets here, see?"
"Damn shame, " grumbled Mose.
"Cain we buggah dem cure little ofay bungholes, huh, Jerry?"
"No buggerin nor Frenchin till Brother gits here and decides how he's gonna use the cunts, said Jerry, lighting a cigarette and eyeing Alma's quivering body. He had already picked her as his bedpartner over Jeanette.
"Okay den. let's get wid the action, " Henry growled, unzipping his fly and letting his thick dark blue veined prick bob out in all its savagery. The meatus was elongated, separated by a wide shallow circumcisional groove from the bulging chocolate-skinned shaft, and the thick lips of his cockhole had begun to twitch convulsively, sure sign that he was practically at spending point just from gloating over the two helpless lovely white virgins.
"Oh my God, Alma they-they're ggoing to-to-" Jeanette gasped shrinking back against her sister.
"Gonna fuck you, babydoll yeah man" breathed burly Henry."Hey, Jerry, lets divvy up the cunts right now. Ah can't hold ma spunk back not much longer ah can't"
"Okay, okay, " the slim leader chuckled. "I'm gonna fuck the black-haired cunt myself. She gets two more black cocks to take onnow, who're they gonna be?"
"Me, " panted surly Mose, unzipping his fly and liberating a bulging, thick cock which began to jerk and twitch the moment if was exposed.
"Me too'." piped up one of the two men holding Alma. He was about thirty, but with an obscenely bald gleaming head like a billiard ball, slanting eyes, flat braod nose and thick puffy lips. There was a purplish scar on his right cheek evidently from a knife or razor .
"Okay, me'n Mose and you, Jimmy, we'll take this sweet piece of whitey snatch inta the bedroom, " Jerry decided. "Henry, you and Abe and Dan get to fuck the blondie."
"Oh, boy, lemme at her, " Abe exclaimed. He was gray-haired, with a placid almost distinguished face, rangy and tall, with a hawklike nose and narrowly set beady little eyes. Dan, standing beside him, in his midforties, squat, with heavy sideburns and thin-lipped mouth, was a mulatto, with the yellowish complexion typical of that mixture of bloods.
"Well, we got Blondie's fuckers all set, "Jerry chuckled, "so now Alma's got her work cut out for her too.Next thing, the girls peel down raw. Untie their wrists'. Now, you sweet bitches, you know whatcha gotta do, and you'd better do it, or you'll be damn sorry."
As baldheaded Jimmy eagerly fumbled with the knots binding black-haired Alma's wrists, the lovely older Davis girl, fighting for self control, tried her best to propitiate her captors: "Please don't do this to us. We-we've never harmed any of your people and we-we aren't believers in ghettos and segregation and stuff like that. Please don't. We-we're both engaged to be married . Those fellows we were going to meet at the restaurant are our fiances. If-if you'll give us a chance, I - I can get them to raise some money and buy us off.
Please."
Jerry smiled at her as he faced her, while Mose and Jimmy each seized one of her wrists, studying her avidly with hot narrowed eyes. Jimmy had tugged down his zipper by now too, freeing a long bony-looking cock with exceptionally long plumheaded meatus. The huge dark blue veins stood out against the faufly drawn skin of his prickshaff, testifying to his state of rut. "Sorry, Alma I told you this wasn't a snatch for ransorm. YOu might say it was a snatch for snatch yours and your sister's, get me?"
"Hey, now, Jerry that's damn good, that issnatch fer snatch, yeah man'. Lesse what kinda snatches these two purty bitches got, huh?" panted Henry, holding his throbbing prick with his right hand, pinching shut the lips of his cockhead with fat thumb and middle finger to prevent premature spurting roused as he was by the helpless beaties about to be delivered up to the Negro gang.
"Brother Jake'll give you the score, and you'll see why we're doin this to you broads, "Jerry went on."But I'll tell you this much. Last week, his sister was picked up on Loomis Street by a dirty renegade white cop who turned her over to a couple ofays in a garage. They gangshipped her good and beat hell outa her, see? And they made her spread her legs for customers they brought to the garage, for three days. Yeah, baby, now maybe you got an idea why we're gonna even the score.
Now start taking off your duds, and make it quick"
"Alma, oh my God, I don't want them-to-to t-touch me, "Jeanette moaned, tears trickling down her cheeks.
Burly Henry stepped close to the shrinking blonde girl, raising his big hand as if to slap her; with a cry of fear, she tried to run to be seized by Abe and Dan and dragged back to face the burly Negro. "Ad oughta take mah belt to youah cute white ass, " her growled . "Next time, ah will .N ow start takin' off dem fancy duds."
"Do-do as they tell you to, Jeanettewe-we've got no choice, "Alma faltered.
"That's being real smart, sister, "Jerry said with a chuckle. " Why don't you set the example for her, baby? Anyway, you gotta please me, ' causw I'm in charge of this shaggin' detail right now, and I'm gonna be the first to stretch your tight little ofay cunt'. Git with it'."
Alma Davis drew a deep shuddering breath, realizing that six men were avidly staring at her, as well as her own terrified blonde sister. Irrevelently, she noticed that Jeanette had coiffed her golden hair into an oval bun at the back of her head, just off the nape, with the hair combed high off the forehead, making her look older than her 18 years. Slowly she stopped, caught up the horns of her polkadot blue and white dress and lofted it overhead and shoulders, let it all to the floor, standing in a white chastely cut slip.
"Oh baby, ain't she sumpin'. " chortled Abe gleefully, licking his lip and stepping closer.
"Might as well keep the lad's duds in good shape, Abe, seein' as how you're gonna fuck her sister, "Jerry directed.
"S'pose you pick them up as she sheds them an lay them on a table or something. That way, once she's raw, she won't be likely to try to run out on us."
Abe, with a sniggering leer, complied. Jeanette had closed her eyes, a hand to her mouth to hold back her cry of terror and shame at seeing Alma reduced to this demeaning ritual. Very pale now, trying to avert her eyes from the leering faces all around her, the lovely brunette drew off the slip; this time, Abe stepped forward, took it from her hands and laid it atop the discarded dress. Now Alma stood in bra with narrow bandeau strap round her ivory back, matching panties and a narrow white satin-elastic garterbelt whose tabs caught the tops of her sheer nylons to hoist them without a wrinkle on those delicious long legs of hers. The vision of the naked creamy skin of her back and chest and midriff fascinated the six Negroes; Henry swore, " Goddamit, ah done change mah mind-me, ah'd rather fuck disyere gal dan dat scared little blonde ofay-how's about it, Jerry boy?"
"No soap, Henry, You made your choice. Now, Alma honey, peel that bra. Then the pants , and you'll be ready. I think we'll let you keep the garterbelt and stockin's on, won't we, boys? Makes her look sexier like a reg'lar twenty-dollar whore, don't it?" Jerry decided amid lewd roars of affirmation.
Alma bit her lips. Now her nostrils dilated and shrank visibly as she reached back to unhook the bra and it fluttered down; her pear-shaped bubbies thrust out in all their creamy glory, the nipples stiff with fear, the coral circles of her aureoles vivid contrast against the ivory satiny bare skin.
"Man, Oh man, lookit dem tits, " Mose, grunted as he clapped his sinewy black hand over his throbbing cock to hold back the urge to shoot. "Ah could spend me a week jist suckin'em foah de sweet ofay milk she got in em"
"The pants now, baby, : "Jerry lit a cigarette and showed her the glowing end.
Bur Alma had resolved fo resighn herself to the evil desires of her Negro captors, if only to spare her younger sister the full brunt of their vindictive rage. Grasping hold of the waistband, she jerked them down past the ivory hemispheres of her bottom, let them fall to her slim ankels, and stepped out of the, then stood, arms at her sides, eyes closed, submitting to the immediate chorus of appraisal that rose on every side: " Jeez, man, ain't dat white bitch stacked: Mmm, effenshe ain't'. See dat fat li'l twat wid all dat cute soft black fuzz over it? Makes a man's pecker irchy jist seein it-bet she's tight as a widder that ain't had a piece a cock in ten years'. 'N lookin't that scrumpshus ass on the broad, too-boy, ah'd gib a hunnerd bucks to brownhole dat gal, 'deed ah would; "
She was gloriously naked, yet prenticing than all naked; the garterbelt and sheer off-block hose and trim pumps gave her the allure of a courtesan or call girl, and the contrast of her white skin against their black bodies heightened the lustful aura of this room .
"That's a good sweet obedient bitch, baby, Jerry, told her, after a long draw on his cigarette."Now, git your sister to peel. When you're both stripped down, the fuckin's gonna start."
Alma bit her lips again. Then, mutely staring at the slim mustachioed leader of the Negro band, she stammered faintly, "Please-I-I'll give myself, I promise I won't struggle or resist-if you'll just let Jeanette go. She's only eighteen and and she's a virgin."
"Yeah? What about you, baby?" Jerry, repl ied.
"I-I don't care about myself. Please please be merciful and let her go, "Alma gasped.
Jerry made a sign and at once Mose and Jimmy seized her wrists, drew them behind her back. Jerry calmly extended his right hand, forefinger thrust forrh, and probed the furry-silky fronds of the thick black lovehair that covered Alma Davis' cunthole. The naked captive uttered a stifled, "Oh-G-God" and for an instant writhed and tried to resist; then, bowing her head she surrended, wanting only to spare her sister from any reprisal. "Goddam, you're tight, honey, "Jerry, told her as he tantalizingly kept his fingertip just between the outer labia of her soft cunthole. "Bet you're cherry too. Let's find out. Hold her steady you guys."
"We got her, " Jimmy breathed, "Baby am ah gonna poke youah sweet I'M twat when it's mah turn. You wait'n see. You's gwine know you's being fucked when ah gits mah big black whang up to de balls inside's dat ofay pussy you got 'tween dem long twitchy laigs'."
Alma's head fell back, the neckcords tautening, a contorted look of anguish congealing her lovely face. Jerry had just slowly thrust his forefinger into her cunt, and come up against the barrier to bl Her cherry.
"She's cherry, no two ways about it, " he announced. Then, drawing out his finger, he sniffed at it:"Mmm, sweet'n tangy. Now., Alma tell your kid sister to start showin' the boys what she's got to offer, "
"Jeanette, my poor baby, "Alma groaned her face scarlet with the shame of this last inspection before all those six jeering Negroes, "YouYou have to do what they say. I don't want them to hurt you.T-rake off your clothes, honey."
"Oh, Alma l-I'm afraid, " Jeanette began to sob.
"Ah'll gib you somepin to cry about you blondie bitch, "Henry, growled, unbuckling his belt.
"No, don't wh-whip her-I-I'll undress her for you, "Alma imploied.
Go ahead then', 'n make it godam fast'. Ah'm primed to fuck, 'n effen she ain't ready foah me damn quick, ah'd jist as soon poke you, you slinky balck-haired piece'a ofay cunt, "Henry menaced.
Jeanette didn't resist, only to hide her face in the crook of one trembling arm as her beautiful almost naked brunette sister helped her off with the green dress and thenthe slip. Next came the bra, and Jeanette tried to cover up her pink skinned cantaloupe-like titties with both hands, only to have Henry tug them off and warn her she was in for a belting the next time she tried a stunt like that.
It was Alma, kneeling, who hastily tugged down her own sister's panties and drew them off Jeanette's ankels, leaving her sister in garterbelt, charcoal brown nylons and pumps, magnificent ripe-curved. Jeanette's bubbies and the broadening ambery cleft between her juicy bottomcheeks drew the most licentious praises, though the thickly downed dark blonde fleece over her plump maiden cunny won almost as much acclaim.
The girls' clothes were piled on the table and now the moment had come.Jerry gestured to Alma; "You done fine so far, sweetie. Now, showin' you I is a gentleman jist like your own steady ofay guy, I'm gonna letch walk all by your sweet self into the bedroom. You do what me and Jimmy'n Mose want, you won't get messed up now, you got my word.
Brother Jake don't want you hurt none either.Now go ahead, baby'. "
"May-may I have a cigarette, please ?" Alma quavered.
"Sure, sister. Take one'a mine, "Jimmy, sniggered, proffering a pack as Alma falteringly took out on and put it between her trembling lips. Jimmy struck a kitchen match on the sole of his heavy workshoe and held it to the tip, while with his other hand he grabbed one of Alma's jutting ivory pear-shapted titties and fondled if greedily. "Yeah, man you shonuff is built'. Take a good drag, honey, git youahself smokin' hot, jist lak mah prick issee?"
He arched himself, letting Alma view the profubeerance of his throbbing, bulging veined tautskinned cock.She closed her eyes, a long shiver rippling her superb svelte nudity. Exhaling a wreath of smoke, she at last turned and walked unsteadily but courageously., into the dingy bedroom of the apartment Jerry, Nose and Jimmy following her like three hungry wolves stalking a helpless deer.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jeanette was left in the center of the squalid living room, Henry, Abe and Dan guarding her. Her blue eyes were glazed and side with terror as first Abe, then Dan, cupped one of her full round pink satiny titties, appraising these treasures in the lewdest terms, while Henry, proclaiming, " Ah'm really an ass-man at heart, ah is, "stood behind her and pinched and kneaded the plump upstanding rondures of her bare behind till tears of shame ran down her flushed cheeks.
"Hey now , " Henry braethed, "Jerry ain't gonna be watchin' us nohow, not wid dat juicy piece'a ofay twat he got to hisself. We ain't s'pposed ta honeyhole disyere broad till aftah Brudder Jake gits heah-but ah doan see no reason why we can't teach her how to suck off a man's dong good'n proper, huh, you guys?"
"Nawm ag doan see no reason t'all ah doan, " Abe sniggered. " 'n we kin shonuff goose heh sweet juicy big ass, cain't we? Dat ain't de same as honeyholin' a broad, not in may book it ain't."
"C'mon, sweetstuff, you'n me's gwine fuck, " Henry, whispered into Jeanette's ear. "You wanna walk by youahself, oah does you need help?"
"We'll hafta use dat cot, lessen you wants to try de couch? " Dan suggested. "Ah laks privacy when ah'm fuckin', "Henry, declared. "In dat li'l pantry rooms good enuff. Move dat big ofay tail, honeygal."
And so, trembling and sobbing, head bowed, lovely virginal Jeanette Davis slowly stumbled out of the room, following the directions of her three avid Negro suitors....
Jerry had closed the door of the bedroom scon as Alma was inside. Curtly now, for his own smoldering lust was nearly at uncontrollable pitch and he growled.:
"Okay, git onto the bed and spread those long legs, bitch'."
Alma bit her lips again took a last puff of her cigarette, and finally when Jimmy snapped at ther to drop it on the floor and step on it, did so. Then, with a bst glance at her intended ravishers, she moved to the broad bed, with brass rails and a torn coverlet. Jerry jerked the coverlet off, disclosing rumpled and none too clean white sheets. He grinned, " All the comforts of home, sister. Git with it" Then, to his cronies, he announced I'm first. Mose you're next, and then you, Jimmy.
"Godan, man, "Jimmy whined, "Ah don want no buttered bun like dat-ah'd rather fuck you when you gits done."
"Mose got seniority in this organization boy."Jerry, coldly told him, " lessen you wanta mess with Brother Jake when he gits here?"
"Nassauh, "Jimmy gulped, "ah'l I take last picks, den.Mose, doan you stretch heh twat too much foah ah gits ma pecker in. , you hear?"
"Black boy, " Mose, boased, " by de time ah gits done pokin' dat ofay cunt she's gwine be able to take a Mack truck de way up to heh shitcreek, 'n dats a fac'..
Alma stretched out on the bed, with a grimace of revulsion at its undempt condition and closing her eyes, her arms at her sides awaited her fate. Jerry slowly undressed down to his shorts and socks, grinning at the quivering beauty that was soon to yeild her maiden head to his virile organ. He was wiry and slim with the body of an ath lete his chest hairy, his belly lean and flat. As he popped open two buttons of his shorts his prick jutted out rampantly: long, almost slender, except that the head was exceptionally broad and plumps ha ped.
He knelt down on the bed, and Alma knowing her time had come, turned to one side. Mose and Jimmy, their breathing hoarse and quick, stared fascinatedly at the spectacle. Jerry began by cupping Alma's swelling pear firm titties in both hands as he knelt beside her, studying her scarlet, averted face, then his eyes contemplatively studying the deep dimple of her navel, and then the growth of black pussyfur that started at her iower abdomen.
Playfully, he took up one of the garterbelt tabs and let it snap against her bare skin. "Ouch, -please don't'." Alma, breathed, opening her eyes and seeing him looming over her.
"So, baby, you never been fucked before, huh?"
She shook her head, fighting the tears that welled in her beautiful dark brown eyes.
"That steady ofay boy friend you got he never pronged your cunt none, not even for some dry-fuckin?" he persisted. Again Alma shook her head, then, drawing a long breath, gasped, "For G-Gods sake please do-do-it and get it over with, if there's any decency in you. D-don't torture me this awful way."
"Not so fast, baby When a girl's cherry a smart man knows better'n to rush the job. Me, I like to take my time and spin things out. I'm gonna make you shake your sweet white ass'n beg for it before I'm done fuckin' you, Alma baby. God, you got nice long legs, just the kind ah likes. I'm gonna feel round my ass holding on tight when I starts ridin' you home honeygal'. "Jerry, proclaimed hoarsely. Now, keeping hold of one of her titties, he slid his other hand down her belly, and leaving it there a deceptive moment, suddenly moved it over her cunfhole and pressed intimately against the furry nook. Alma, jerked convulsively, and stared down at his hand. Jerry, chuckled, "Relax, sister . You'll know when I start rippin' through your tight li'l cherry. Now spread dem long legs some. Do it quick when I tell you do somepin, Alma. "
The trembling brunette slowly ob-eyed. Jerry's hand began to rub slowly back and forth over the curly mound of her virgin pussy, while his other hand kept squeezing and fondling her panting pearfirm tiftie. Tears began to rivulet down her flushed satiny cheeks, and she closed her eyes again so as not to see the spectacle of her own vilation, nor the leering faces of the other two Negroes who stood beside the bed to watch their leader's efforts.
"Mmm, but you got nice soft warm skin, honey, " he told her, his voice thick with mounting lust."'m that cute little cunt'a yers is soft too lean feel the lips through all that pussyhair you got. They're gonna be itching purty soon, Alma baby, jist you wait'n see"
"Oh my God, hurry-hurry-I can't stand this-" Alma, moaned, her head moving from side to side.
"Ah'm the one that's standin', baby, " he punned lewdly, " 'm you're gonna feel what a stand ah got ready for your little cherry-bustin' party" His left hand moved to her other tittie now, while he kept rubbing his right palm over her cuntmound. Slowly, despite her revulsion and shame Alma Davis felt a gradual subtle wave of lascivious awakening stir in the most intimate spot of her body. The soft delicately fleshed lips of her virgin cunthole began to crinkle and pout and twitch, and a tiny prelubricatory moisture seeped into the lobbyway, preparing her even against her will for the ac'-of cohesion between male and female. His lean sinewy fingers now played with her nipple, pinching and tweaking it gently, till it stiffened into a coral nugget of erogenized love-flesh, drawing gasps and stifled moans from the helpless, courageous brunette.
"C'mon, Jerry, foah God's sake, ah's gwine bust effen you doan git wid it soon, " Mose complained. He was pinching his cockhead tightly shut with his left thumb and forefinger, his eyes glittering at the sight of Alma's abandoned near-nakedness.
"Take it easy, Mose. Even if you lose your wad the first time, you oughta know by now a guy can fuck longer once it's eased off. This ofay broad's real sexy, and she'll make you find out you got lots more spunk'n you figger right now, " Jerry laughingly advised. Alma ground her teeth to suppress her indignant retort to such lewd comments about her most secret charms. Jerry, sensing that the suspense and prelude were making inroads against her con trol, adroitly substituted his lean forefinger for his palm. Now he began to edge the tip just under the curly black fronds of cunthair and find the soft pink corals of her outer cuntlips. Once having attained them, he began a slow, tantalizing rimming maneuever, round and round, just touching the crinkly soft pink pussy flesh, while his other thumb and forefinger began to pluck gently at both of Alma's now darkening, turgifying tittiebuds.
The effect of this dual attunement was at once evident. The brunette writhed, one knee arching up in the air, swinging away, then back towards her beleagured cunthole. Her hands clenched in fists, and her face was twisted in a grimace of defiance-but the telltale shrinking and flaring of her nostrils and the quivering of her compressed lips indicated that the astute Negro ravisher was finding the key to her innermost emotions-just as her best boy friend, Bill East, knew how to do. "Hot, damn! Lookit dat crazy bitch she's shonuff giftin' hot between dem long laigs, "Mose breathed wondering ly.
"Oh, stop-it, I beg of you-stop it and do it tome now and get it over with, " Alma gasped, beside herself; she opened her eyes staring at the slim Negro's amused, mockingly sardonic face, and then she clenched her thighs in defiance. He made a sign; Mose and Jimmy grasped an ankle and dragged her legs apart as far as they could go; Jerry laughingly, pinned her wrists in his left hand and now directed all his attention to her gaping cunt. The straddle of her long slim stockinged ivory thighs made her ruffled pussy ringlets move aside to show the exciting pink-crinkly flesh of her yawning virgin cunthole. Now his right forefinger found her dainty clitoris at the upper part of her cuntlobby, just above the inner lips which yielded the way to her pussy-paradise ... her maiden cuntsheath!
"Ohh God-no-no-take your hand away!" Alma sobbed as she felt his finger rub her lovebutton delicately back and forth, then force it down into its secretive little nest of sweet soft warm twitching pussy flesh. She fought to break her wrists free; she tried to lift her head and shoulders off the sheets, but she was utterly helpless. And the mocking face of her Negro ravisher told her that her struggles would be in vain, that he meant to draw from her the response that her own white lover would! And this perhaps shamed lovely Alma Davis most of all, though she knew it only by the intuittion of a female.
Slyly Jerry frigged her clitoris, till she felt it harden and throb with pentup longing. And since Bill East, her beloved, had wakened her to yearn to be fucked, her nervous system was already prepared for this eventual transition into fulIfledged womanhood. Yet the thought of being coerced against her will to yield her deepest feelings to this stranger, this abducting, unprincipled Negro, was the hardest blow of all to endure.
"Ahh-stop-ohh-please-my God I-xxant to die-ohh-do it to me, then, and end it-I'm begging you, " she whimpered, head falling back against the sheets and turning restlessly from side to side.
"Boy, you is a mastah when it come fuckin' a bith, "Jimmy cackled, licking his dry lips. "Jist lookif how dat bitch's titties am hard as a rock. Yeah, 'n see how dem purty pink twatlips' a hers is carryin' on'. She wants it bad, no two ways'bouf it. "
Jerry kept his forefinger plunged into Alma Davis' gaping cunny, but now began to tickle the inner lips of her loveslit till the brunette moaned and sobbed, drawn towards an unwilling crux of sensual abandon despite every instinct that made her shrink from this miscegentary contact. Then suddenly, nodding to his cronies to keep her legs well stretched apart, he let go of her tittie and , kneeling her torso in reverse, bowed his head down to the black triangle of her maiden mount and, to her horror and stupefaction, planted a loud wet kiss on her pink twitching cunthole.
"OHH DON'T! YOU BEAST! OH STOP IT! HAVE ME AND FINISH WITH ME, BUT STOP PLAYING WITH ME THAT SHAMEFUL WAY!" Alma wailed.
"Hold her tight, I'm gonna make her start melting down, " Jerry promised. Mose and Jimmy tightened their grip on her ankles, and Mose managed to catch her left wrist in his other hand so that she was rendered virtually defenseless. Then Jerry again bowed his head and gave her cunt another but this time longer, wet hot kiss. "Mmm, I'm a born pearl diver, " he chuckled. "What a sweet perfumed little twat Alma has got, you guy's! And her pussy's hot as a firecracker. She's 'bout ready to be hosed! Keep her steady there, I won't be much longer."
"You bet tah not, 'cause ah'm 'bout to bust, " Jimmy groaned.
Alma tried to cry out in protest, but Jimmy clamped his free hand over her mouth , while Jerry for the third time buried his greedy lips on the soft moist pink grotto that was yawned open so invitingly by the huge straddle of her stockinged legs. This time, his tonguetip furled into the lobby of her virgin snatch, found the hardened module of her clitoris, and began to flick at it. Alma, eyes rolling to the whites, arched and squirmed her bottom this way and that as wave on wave of lustful yearning began to twinge deep in her womb.
"There!" be announced as he straightened and got off her body, moving to kneel beside her. "She's ready for it!" Alma indeed seemed to be moved by pentup forces; long tremors raced along her thighs, her breasts rose and fell with an erratic rhythm., their tips swollen and dark, and one could see the pink lips of her cunny twitch and spasm, so intense was the sexual excitement his cunning preparation had roused.
"Okay, Alma, git ready to have your cherry popped!" he told her gloatingly. "You guys let go. She's gonna treat me real nice, aren'fcha baby? Open them long legs gcod now, and putcher arms round me when I gef on top for your ride."
The two Negroes released the panting whimpering captive. Mose sat on the edge of the bed to watch, while Jimmy sprawled in a chair, lip a cigarette and glanced woefully down at his rampantly swollen prick which still stuck out of his open fly in readiness. The moment had come.
Jerry stroked Alma's upper thighs with his wiry fingers, and, twisting her scarlet, tear stained face to one side, the brunette slowly abandoned herself; her legs parted reluctantly, and, her fists still tightly clenched till the knuckles showed white, she lay passive waiting for the irrevocable act of violation.
Slowly he stretched himself out over her trembling nakedness. His long stiff cock prodded against her bottomgroove as he comfortably took his position, his hands seizing her titties and kneading them luxuriously. "Arch dat ass up, honey, " he instructed.
"Then clap those long legs round my ass when you feel me in your saddle, hear?"
"J-just d-do it, for God's sake, " Alma whispered in a dying voice. She squirmed as she felt the hard throbbing head of his prick rub against her groin, then her perineum; arching slightly, she at last felt the tip of his prong engage itself between the moist twitching petals of her outer cuntlips. She caught her breath, ground her teeth and closed her eyes to steel herself to the inevitable. As from a faroff distance, she heard a sobbing cry from the other room, and knew it was poor little Jeanette in the throes of her own maiden martyrdom.
"Attagirl, " Jerry applauded hoarsely as his fingers tightened over the peai mounds of her ivory titties, "now putch arms round me, baby!" And Alma reluctantly ob-eyed, believing that com pliance would minimize the intolerable agonies of soul and spirit which were being forced upon her virginal flesh.
Deftly, he pushed forward; Alma uttered a gasp, her face averted to the left, not wanting to look at him or offer her mouth to his kisses. The hardrooting tip of his savagely stiff prick had just pried in between the soft inner petals of her cuntsheath, and now had banged up against her jymeneal seal, that barrier to bliss which proclaimed her virginal state.
Her arms listlessly clung across his shoulders; she felt his lean, hairy body weigh her naked flesh down imponderably, and the racing spasms of her thighmuscles proclaimed her despair and abhorrence of this imminent rape. Jerry drew a long breath, then pushed forward again. Alma uttered a strangled:"Ohh!"
"Ah ha! Dat's your cherry, okay gal! Now jist grit your teeth, it'll be over in a jiffy. Once it's gone, you'll be surprised how hot your cunthole is to be crammed!" he mouthed. Then, before she could steel herself, he forced forward with a mightly heave of his wiry loins; his cockhead rammed ferociously against the membrane, and Alma uttered a shriek of despair as she felt it shatter and give way, and then his prick crammed into her to the hairs. Her nails gouged his bare back with the frantic protest of this maiden pain and loss, and her face twisted, congealed in anguish, her eyes open now and staring at his sardonic, grinning black face. But the deed was done....
CHAPTER FIVE
Meanwhile Jeanette, stumbling and trembling, tears running down her pink cheeks, had led the way into the little pantry room, where Abe, Dan and Henry took charge of her. The door was closed, and then burly Henry decreed that he would be first to "bang disyeah ofay gal's cherry." Jeanette fell to her knees, clasping her hands in prayer, when she heard this greedy declaration: "Ohh, I-I beg you men, please don't do-do it to me-I-I never had a man d-don't make me do it-please, you-you'll ruin me!"
Henry -eyed his cronies, then whispered something to Dan, who cackled, slapped his thigh and nodded. The burly Negro then turned to the cowering, kneeling naked blonde: "Lookie heah, baby, Dan'n me, we decided somepin, We-all laks to be Frenched good, see? So effen you be a nice gal'n suck us off, den mebbe we won't screw youah I'll white pussy. Now daf's a faih deal, ain't it? Whatcha say, baby?"
Jeanette's blue eyes widended in incredulous horror. Then her pink cheeks turned a fiery red. "You-you mean youyou want me-to-to" she couldn't bring herself to say it.
"Yas'm, dat'zactly wut we means, " Henry chortled. "You putcher cute li'l mouf on ouah dongs, you suck'em till we juice in youah mouf, 'n mebbe den we letcha go widout being fucked. Now, how 'bout it, Jeanette baby?"
Jeanette Davis shuddered and covered her blushing face with her hands. But the thought of being spared the ultimate disaster, of being irreparably ravaged and ruined so maybe her fiance Jack Rogan wouldn't marry her, seemed more terrifying then even the odious notion of taking a Negro's prick into her rosy virgin mouth. And, hopefully believing to spare herself that disaster, poor Jeanette quavered, "I-I never have-not ever to a man. But-but if you-you won't go-go to bed with me, then-then-well, I-I'll try to please you the o-other way!"
"Now dat's a nice 'bligin' ofay dat is, " Dan declared, with a broad wink at Abe and Henry. "You staht in wid Henry, he de boss heah. G'wan, Henry boy, show dat ofay bitch how much spunk youah big dong loads up, huh?"
"You kin stay jisf lak you is, honeybaby, " Henry instructed as poor trembling Jeanette started to rise. "Dats it. On youah knees to a soul brother. Putcher hands behindjer back, .daf's if. Now open youah cute little mouf. Ah's gonna letcha suck on a big black youstick, 'n it gonna taste bettah'n any lollypop you done evah suck, hee, he hee, yes'm, it shonuff is!"
As Abe and Dan ranged themselves on either side and slightly behind her, the golden-haired captive dociiely opened her mouth and clasped her hands behind her back. Her round full titties rose and fell feverishly, and her face was scarlet with shame as her eyes beheld the mighty, swollen cock which Henry proffered towards her lips. He reached out with his big right hand, took hold of the oval bun of her golden hair and loosened it, so that her silky lustrous hair tumbled down her pink quivering neck and shoulders, gave her an even more bewitchingly feminine. Then, his hand grasping her by the scuff of the neck, he growled: "Now staht suckin nice'n easy-like, babygal!"
With his left hand, he took hold of the bulging chocolate-skinned shaft and directed the elongated tip towards Jeanette's panting, open mouth. She gagged with revulsion, but he menacingly pretended to cuff her with his left palm, snarling, "Lessen you wants to be fucked to a frazzle, white bitch, you does wut ah says, heah?"
With a whimpering sob, closing her eyes, Jeanette surrendered herself. She felt his thick heavy fingers grip her neck and force her face forward, while at the same time Henry stepped closer till the tip of his mighty prong was lodged between her lips. "Now you got it, putcher lips ovah it'n suck real nice'n slow, heah?" he ordered.
Jeanette gasped and gagged, but when Abe cackled, "Mebbe we oughta fuck her anyhow, " she hastily capitulated; gingerly her trembling red soft li closed over the long hard tip, set off by the wide shallow groove from the heavy thick-veined shaft, and for the first time in her life, she began to suck a man's cock. The fetid odor nearly made her feint, but the terror she had of being fucked by all three of them kept her obedient. Yet the very awkwardness of her amateurish oral maneuver thrilled the heavyset Negro indescribably: "Goddam, Jeanette honey, you-all got a sof hot li'l mouf, you has! Slow now doan rush it, now you gotta try to take more'n dat, see? I'se gonna cram an inch oah two moah cock inside, you keepsuckin! Dat right-mmm, we make a real good French bitch outa you yet, you cute I'll ofay cunt youj "
Squirming on her knees, twisting her fingers frantically as they clasped behind her naked back, Jeanette did her best to satisfy the burly Negro's rut, thinking thereby to escape what for her seemed the more terrifying disaster. But Henry was already so frenziedly in rut that it was not long after Jeanette had gaspingly accepted a good two inches of his massive, thick cockshaft that he uttered a yowl of pleasure and, without warning, shot his thick essence bubbling into her gasping mouth, choking and suffocating her with the unexpected torrent. In revulsion, the unfortunate naked blonde spat out his gism, and that was precisely the pretext Henry had hoped for.
"Why, dat nasty ofay bitch, she insult a soul brother's spunk, " Dan exclaimed.
"Yeah, man, she do dat for faih, " Henry agreed, breathing heavily, his cock still stiff. "Jist foah dat, Jeanette gal, you's gwine get youah cherry popped. Take her obah to de cot!"
"OH NO! OH MY GOD, I DON'T WANT YOU TO HAVE ME! YOU PROMISED! YOU SAID IF I S-SUCKED YOU, YOU WOULDN'T!" Jeanette wailed as Abe and Dan grabbed her by the wrists and dragged her to the cot, flinging her down on her back and crouching beside the head of the cot so as to draw her arms above her head and render her defenseless.
"Yeah, ah did say dat, whitey cunt, " sneered the burly Negro as he got onto the cot without bothering to remove any of his clothes, " but den you hadda go'n spit out mah juice. Dat ain't friendly, Jeanette, so we gotta teach you respect, see?
Jeanette Davis jerked at her captive wrists, kicking with her lovely rounded iegs, her big fullround pinkskinned titties bounding with her exertion as she tried to free herself. Henry, chuckling greedily at her plight, knead apart her shuddering, straining thighs, and stretched his big heavy body over hers. The cot creaked its protest as he edged his still stiff prick towards the dark golden curls of her virgin cunthole." Ah's still got plenty left to do de job wid disheah whitey twat, you guy's" he boasted. "Jist hold her ahms lak dat dot's if. Now, honey, you feel a real man up against youah cunf'n dat's a fac!"
"OH NO PLEEEASE! DON'T DO IT! OHH, ALMA, HELP MEEE!" wailed the frantic golden-haired captive. She tried to clench her thighs, but Henry's cockhead was already gouging between her plump pink cunnylips, and the other two men held her arms as in a vise. Arching, wriggling, Jeanette did her best to escape the inexorsible defeat, which she fought against all the more vehemently because they had so abominably tricked her. But the burly Negro gloatingly followed her every twist and wriggling turn, and the more she fought to escape penetration, the more rigid his ramrod became, thanks to the sweet friction of feeling her silky cunthair and soft pink pussylips rasped against his rooting tool. And finally, as she writhed and groaned and sobbed and pleaded, Henry succeeded in shoving his prick up against her virgin seal. "Now ah got de tricky li 'I ofay bitch good! Hold on to her, 'n ah'll prime her foah you, " he announced.
With a mighty shove of his massive hips, he crammed his stiff rod forward; Jeanette uttered a piercing yell of pain as she felt her cherry burst and his gouging prong root inside, stretching her tight cunnywalls to the maximum till he merged his hairs with hers. Her face twisted to one side, tears running down her cheeks, and she clawed the air with her fingers. Abe and Dan, keeping a tight hold of her wrists, watched her face with keen relish and anticipation for their own turns. Henry had reached under Jeanette to squeeze her bottomcheeks in his big heavy hands, and now, crammed up to his hilt inside her quaking, deflorated cunt, he announced, "Now you knows wut it's lak to hab a soul brotha's whang down youah pussy, gal! Ah's gwine make you come!"
With this, he slyly slipped a forefinger between the contracting cheeks of Jeanette's bare bottom, and, finding the daintily plump little crinkly lips of her maiden asshole, wedged the tip just inside. The naked blonde's eyes widened as she stared at his leering, fat, cruel face. He could feel her cuntwalls clamping against his imbedded ramrod, and now the same reaction was taking place in her asshole to protest the intrusion of his finger. What he couldn't know was that Jeanette was very sensitive there, and, as we already know, had been roused before when her date had fingerbuggered her tender bung.
"Ohh-d-don't!" she whimpered, biting her lips and staring at him imploringly.
But Henry chuckled, and, still keeping his rooting cock burrowed up to the balls inside her tightening, deflowered snatch, panted, "Ah's gwine make youah two holes one, sweetie!" His finger pried deeper now, fill it was buried in her tight soft humid asshole to the knuckle, and then he began slowly to work it back and forth.
"Ohh-ahh-ouu-ahh-you-you're hhurting mme-ahh-take your ffinger out of me, pleeeeease!" Jeanette wailed, as she tried to wriggle her bottom off his delving finger. But his massive weight over her prone body and his rooting cock, and the grip his two cronies had of her wrists kept her totally unable to put up the least defense. "Goddam, but she got a tight brownie, disyeah ofay blonde cunt, " Henry panted as he worked his prick back and forth, drawing back only about an inch, hesitating, then, cramming home to the balls again. Each time their hairs merged, Jeanette gasped, for his vigorous dig and bodily force surged her naked body helplessly along like a puppet. Yet the finger that continued to twist back and forth inside her quaking, clencing virgin asshole was causing untold waves of sensuality inside her bowels; the twinge of her brokencherry was by now forgotton, and the beautiful young blonde sister of Alma Davis was experiencing real lust for the first absorbing time. She, much more than her sister, had an aversion to Negroes; thus her discovery of this titillating sensation inside her womb and bunghole became absolutely devastating to the lovely blonde girl.
Feeling himself rehardened to the task of fucking her properly, Henry slowly slid his thick, heavy prick back almost to the rim of her cunthole, paused, then thrust it home with all his might. "Ahhhh! Oh d-don't, not so-hhard, " Jeanette whimpered, her eyes rolling.
Her arms jerked at her captors' hold; her botfomcheeks tightened and spasmed, as his finger now burrowed up to the very hilt inside her maiden bung. He could feel the humid narrow walls of her second virginal cavern clenching, as if kissing his finger, and he surmised her emotions avidly. "So you lak bein' drybuggered, does ya, honey lamb?" he cackled, his other hand gripping her bare bottomcheek and squeezing if till Jeanette moaned with discomfort. "Betcha you'd lak a real big thick whang lak ma black dong shoved all de way up youah shitroad, betcha shonuff would! Mebbe after Brudder Jake gits heah, he lemme cornhole ya good, Jeanette baby! Now you're gonna git fucked till you squirtcher juice!"
With this, he drew back, then shoved to the hilt inside her moist quaking cunt; his finger now began to imitate the rhythm of his cock, and soon poor Jeanette felt herself besieged by overwhelming sensations the like of which not even Jack Rogan had wakened in her loins and bowels.
Her head turned back and forth incessantly; her blue eyes were exorbitant and humid, and her nostrils flared and shrank. Her beautiful big full round pinkskinned titties rose and fell with a tumultuous agitation, the crinkly large buds hardened and darker than at the outset of her violation. Henry continued to fuck her with faster strokes now, and his forefinger imbedded and withdrew within her tightening asshole at the same tempo. Her head was whirling, she was in fever from the sensual surgings attacking all her nervous system.
"Gawd, lookit dat nigger fuck, " Abe breathed enviously as he reached down to squeeze one of Jeanette's panting bubbies with his free hand.
"Ah toldja dat effen you shoots youah fust load when you's hot, den you cain fuck till kingdom come de next time, " Henry exulted. He kissed Jeanette's soft round throat, and the naked blonde captive shivered and twisted her face away." Aw, doan be lak dat, honeychile, you knows you is gittin' hot from ol' Henry's dong stuck up youah cunt'n his finger up youah sweet tight li'l brownie, " he joked.
But now his own time was upon him; with several more vigorous digs, he at last uttered a bellow of joy and gushed forth his remaining spunk into Jeanette's oozing cunny. He felt her asshole walls grip his dug-in finger tightly, as tightly as a vaginal sheath would have done. Even if she hadn't comeand she hadn't, not quite-she was close to it. He pulled out, and slowly got off the bed, breathing hard "Okay Dan, you's next, " he directed. "Ah fixed hehup good foah youah whang, boy!"
The bulky mulatto had taken off his pants and undershirt, standing in his unbuttoned shorts and socks. His penis was thrust violently out, the head short but broadly thick, with hardly a separational groove evident, and the shaft, though not so thick as Henry's, was nonetheless formidable. Jeanette lay whimpering, face turned to one side, a hand pressed against her spunkmoistened cuntfleece. Dan sniggered as he got onto the cot and knead open her thighs, "C'mon, baby, you's dyin' fer anudder poke, you knows you is!"
"Ohh noo-please-please-nnot now-not again-oh, it-hhurt me that first time, " Jeanette begged tearfully.
Abe had brought a washcloth back from the bathroom, damp in cold water, and bent down to sponge Jeanette's pussy of the blood and spunk, and the naked young blonde sobbingly begged him to spare her, saying, "Ifif you'll stop that one from-from doing it to me, I-I'll let you have me!"
"Hell, you tricksy ofay cunt, ah's gonna getcha anyhow, so it doan mattah none to me whetah you likes it oah not, " Abe jeered. Dan laughingly pried open her thighs and mounted the frantic naked captive, despite her attempts to push him off. In a trice, his stiff prick slid between her moist outer cuntlips, and was inside the inner portals before she could evade his attack. His hands gripped her titties, and then he began to fuck her in rapid long digs that made her gasp with the primal force of his vigor. Tears glistened on her eyelashes as she lifted her face towards the ceiling, as if imploring divine providence to save her.
But when, as he felt himself swiftly drawn to climax, Dan slid a forefinger under her bottom and introduced it against her quaking rosette, Jeanette uttered a cry: "Ohh, don't shame me so, it's awful-oh don't do if to me-AHH I DON'T WANT YOU TO!"
In vain his finger delved to the hilt and began to wriggle to and fro inside her rectal canal. And the naked blonde caught her breath; she was attuned without knowing it. Now , as he fucked her mercilessly, she began to forget her revulsion and shame; her body had become a seething organism, and her loins and bottomhole quaked and throbbed with the temestuous fevers roused inside her.
"OHHH! OHH MY GOD!" she cried out shrilly as she suddenly stiffened. Then her arms clung fiercely round the nulatto's back, and her body arched and twisted and wriggled under his as, encouraged by her unexpected furious response, Dan deluged her quaking cunt with his jet of spew. Jeanette Davis, chaste blonde virgin of eighteen, had just had her first orgasm, in the arms of a mulatto! And no sooner had Dan pulled out and stumbled off the cot, than gray-haired Abe flung himself down in her, and, without bothering to mop her stickled cunt, thrust himself home to the balls in a single mighty dig of his hardveined, formidably sized cockrod.
CHAPTER SIX
After the first searing pain of her virgin loss, Alma had gritted her teeth and closed her eyes and grimly told herself that she would try to remain utterly impervious to her violati on by Jerry and Mose and Jimmy. She knew that she was going to get it from all three of them, and the best thing to do was relax and submit and not bring on any cuffing around or beatings that could mark her.
But to her great surprise, no sooner had Jerry burst through her hymen than he lay atop her, hilfed in her to his balls, and slipping his hands under her backside, began to fondle the ivorysatiny cheeks almost tenderly. Her own arms clung round him, where they had been since the onset of her fucking, and she could feel the gouges of her own nails in his dark flesh as the result of the laceration from her nails when that shattering of her cherry had made her want blindly to retaliate.
His mouth nuzzled one of her tittiebuds, and the firmed, darkened tidbit seemed to throb and grow strangely warm.
She had twisted her face away now, wanting to see no more of what was happening to her. It was strange, she thought to herself, that he didn't begin to fuck her right off. He was strange ly considerate, waiting so long till she got over the pain. There wasn't much blood, she could feel that too. But oh God, how would Bill East ever want to marry her after this?
"Dat right, jist rest easy, baby, " he was crooning to her. She wanted to push him away, but she knew it wouldn't do any good. She wanted to tell him it was done now, she was ruined for life. No decent man would want to marry her, but she didn't find the strength. All she wanted was for it to be over, and for poor little Jeanette to be let out from that horrible room with the old cot-she'd seen it as she'd walked naked to her own fate.
"W-will you let us go when-when after you-you've done it to us?" she brought herself to whisper.
"That's up to Brother Jake, sweet honeygal. Now you jist fergit dat stuff'n you think about what my prick's gonna feel like fuckin' you, Alma baby, " he crooned.
His fingers were pinching and prodding and feeling both cheeks of her bare behind, but it didn't hurt at all, and aM the time his big hard cock was buried as far as it would go inside her cunny. She could feel their hairs rubbing togehter, and her arms felt how he was taking deep breaths, .she knew he was getting ready to fuck her good. Oh, God, why hadn't she let Bill and Jack call for her and Jeanette, the way Mother had wanted? Why had these dreadful men picked on her? Had it been a plan? This man, this Jerry, had said something about something going on, on the West Side that would take all the police, so they wouldn't bother looking for her and Jeanette.. what did he mean? And who was Brother Jake? She could hear the panting of the other two men waiting to fuck her after Jerry got done with her. Oh my God, how can I stand it, she asked herself.
And just then, without warning, Jerry slowly drew back out of her cuntsheath till she felt the tip of his prong at the very brink of her slit, and at the same time his little finger goosed her gebtly, pried on in between her tightening bottomhole's lips, and his other hand came up to cup one of her titties and caress and fondle it. I was strangely excitedno, no, she mustn't think that-it was horrible, kidnapped and raped by niggers ohh, God, but his finger inside her bunghole felt-felt-oh-ohhh- "lookit dat ofay bitch wriggle huh ass, Mose, " Jimmy breathed, leaning forward to have a better look. It was true. Jerry had begun to fuck her now, drawing almost all the way back, holding it a moment, then pushing slowly back to the balls, and his finger continued to creep forward, tiny bit by bit, between the puckering lips of her rosy little asshole. Strange, exquisite indefinable new sensations began to take over, distracting her mind from her brooding thoughts. "Ohh-ohhhh-" she heard herself gasp hoarsely, and hated herself for betraying to her ravishers that she was being overcome against her will. She didn't want them to have any pleasure from her-oh, that was to be Bill's , dear Bill, oh God, if only he were doing all this to her now on their wedding nightohh, God, that finger of his is driving me wild, I can't stand it, she told herself as she writhed and twisted in Jerry's sinewy embrace.
"Hold on tight Alma baby, " Jerry muttered thickly. His left hand was squeezing her tittie, and his right little finger was goosing her, and his cock-ohh, his cock was going in and out, and she felt her cuntwalls clamp and quake whenever he pulled out, just as if to say she wanted him back and that was horrible to feel like that and his finger was making her so itchy and squirmy and oh God let it be overohhhhh- Now his mouth buried in the warm pulse hollow of her throat, and his left hand slipped under her neck and held her as he might a frightened child, and his little finger was dug all the way into her asshole and now his prick was digging to the balls, pulling out, then going right back in in in in so deep so very deep and oh my God "OH OHH MY GOD! OHH HELP ME OHHHHH ! " Alma heard her voice shrill and trembling as her eyes opened and in the haze she saw the grinning faces of Mose and Jimmy hovering about her, and then her body was without a will of its own. She felt her thighs clamp round Jerry's bottom, and her nails were gouging his back again, and her face was turning restlessly from side to side, and then the warm hot sweet wild fever inside her cunt and yes her asshole too were coalescing and drawing her closer and ever closer to the brink-and then she heard Jerry gasp, " Ride me, sister, " and she knew she had to be with him and her insides were churning, and she arched to him as he dug home to the hilt and her bottomcheeks clenched and spasmed and then a frenzy seized her and her mouth opened in a wordless cry and she felt the hard stiff flinty buds of her titties scrape against his chest and the next thing she was fainting and the hot warm burst of lava seared the bottom of her cunthole as she felt his prick dig home a last time and burst inside her, and his finger pul led in and out of her asshole with a plopping sound and she arched to him and clamp ed her arms and legs with all her might and main round him so he couldn't escape, and her body bucked and twisted and jerked to his. .and she was sinking in the sweet black abyss of oblivion, and her cunthole was moist and sticky with her own first sweet catcream. .and the deed was done. More than Bill East had ever done, this unknown Negro had made her betray all her bridal vows, and taken her after wakening her to be a very slut within her hot panting flesh!
She lay panting, hardly knowing that Jerry had pulled, out of her and was leaning against the side of the head of the bed, smoking a cigarette, while Mose clambered onto the bed and took her in his arms and hugged her and mashed her mouth with his as his bursting cock crammed easi ly into her moist well-lubricated cunnysheath. With a single thrust, Mose was home to his balls, and then Jimmy was calling, "Fuck her quick, ah'mdyin' foah a piece ob dat cute hot white poontang!"
Mose'sbrutal, rapid, hard, ruthless digs contrasted with Jerry's expertise; yetsingularly, Almadidn'tprotest. She was beyond that now. Her churning loins, her quaking asshole, her f I inty-hard throbbing tittiebuds, all told her that she was coming alive for the first time in her life, and her eyes were glazed and unseeing. Withoutbeing told, she had even put her arms round burly Mose, and herstockinged calves now locked round his lower thighs, and she was straining her titties up against his heaving chest, and the next thing she knew, she felt the sudden explosive hot lashing, jet of his spunk deep a long the walls of her womb, .and then he was lifting out and off her, and Jimmy stark naked now, was taking his place and she whimpered, "Oh-ohwait-I'm so tired-" but Jimmy didn't wait, and now he slid in his prick without her hardly feeling he was in, she was so moist and sticky between her trembling thighs, and then he began to fuck her violently. Likea jackrabbit, he crammed back and forth into her, and suddenly alma's eyes widened, and her head rose up, and a cry of raucous, wordless ecstasy burst from her, and then she fel I back, and she felt her body arch and heave and churn and throb, and vaguely heard Jerry chuckle, "She's like a rabbit in heat, now she's got a taste forblack prick! "
And then, just as her senses were drifting off into sweet limbo, she heard a curt, insolent voice drawl, "Well, now, Jerry, I'm glad to see you boys are having a little integration here.
"Brother Jake I Glad to see you, boywhat's the news?" Jerry asked.
"I'll let you know soon as I take a look at the other ofay cunt. C'mon, let's go see how she's doin. .Looks like to me you boys got me a couple of real sexy broads.
TO BE CONTINUED IN VOLUME
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TWO VOLUME TWO!
CHAPTER ONE
Alma and Jeanette Davis, black-haired and blonde and twenty and eighteen respectively, had gone to Madison and Halsted street to meet their boyfriends Bill and Jack, to whom they were engaged. They were to have dinner there and then go on to a hockey game at the Chicago Stadium. But when they had arrived at the restaurant and found Bill and Jack not yet there, Jeanette had decided to windowshop along the street to kill time till their arrival. She and Alma had been pulled into an alley and captured by Negroes, then taken to an apartment in a deserted building on Chicago's South Side.
The six captors of the two lovely sisters had "divvied" them up; three men had taken Alma into one room and three others had had their way with Jeanette. And then the leader of the gang, the man their captors had referred to as Brother Jake, had entered the apartment.
Alma Davis lay on the rumpled bed, sprawled, naked except for garferbelf, sheer off-black hose. Her black glossy hair was disheveled, and there were bruises on her ivory thighs where her ravishers' fingers had dug while they fucked her. Her magnificant pear-shapted titties rose and fell with an erratic ryhthm. One arm was flung over her contorted face, the other stretched out at her side.
Jerry, who had directed the abduction in the alley, had been the first to fuck her, to smash her cherry. Wiry and slim, he had surprised the beautiful young brunette by dallying with her and prolonging his rape. He had played with her titties and slipped his finger into her cunt to tickle her love-button till, against her will and to her utter revulsion, Alma Davis had felt waves of lust pervade her loins, make the nipples of her titties hard as fl ints. As if that hadn't been enough, before fucking her, Jerry had sucked and licked her twitching pussy while the other two men had held her, forcing her to endure the odious caresses, caresses she hadn't even permitted, her finance.
"Hm, " the Negro known as Brother Jake drawled as he stood at the foot of the bed, hands on hips, and stared admiringly at the ivory nakedness of beautiful, ravished Alma Davis, her white skin accentuated by the gauzy stockings and the snug garterbelt which held them up, "Now this is what I call real first-class, grade-A pussy. Jerry, you did a great job. How'd you come to find such a gorgeous piece of white snatch?"
"Well, we wuz lucky for a fac' !" the wiry Negro chuckled, lighting a cigarette and sadistically tossing the smoking match onto Alma's tummy. Her body stirred faintly, and a tiny whimper exuded from her parted, kissswollen lips, but other wise she didn't move. "We saw these two broads sashaying down Halsted and Madison at that restaurant there. Guess they wuz lookin' for their boyfriends and they didn't show. So the gals took a little walk for theyselves, and we wuz handy wid de car, so we nabbed 'em both and got away clean."
"Damn good work, Jerry. Well, now, somebody got a drink? See if you can wake the little lady up. I wanna talk to her, " Brother Jake directed. He was six feet tall, with short, very kinky hair, a broad, broken nose, small cruel mouth, and small ears set tightly against his skull. He was about thirty, and his body was muscular and strong, weighing about 175 pounds.
"I got me a bottle ob Old Crow in my pants, Brother Jake, " Jimmy hastened to find favor with the leader, "I'll give her a good swig ."
"You'll give me the bottle and I'll dose the bitch, " Brother Jake said curtly, his dark eyes narrowing as they gave Jimmy a meaningful glare. Jimmy nodded, backed away, hastened to procure the bottle and bring it to the gang leader. "Shonuff, Brudder Jake, here you is. Use it all up. Hee hee, ah done guess dat ofay bitch gwine need a lotta likker to get her to do wut you got in mind Brudder Jake. "
"We can do widdout your wise cracks, Jimmy. Make yourself useful. Lift her head up so's I can pour a little of this stuff into her mouth, " the tall Negro gang leader ordered.
Jimmy sniggered as he hurried over to the bed, put his left hand under Alma's neck and lifted her head, at the same time greedily running his right hand over her swelling titties, then her belly and finally the stickied fur of her crotch. "Here she is, Brudder Jake!"
The gangleader moved forward, uncorked the bottle and expertly tilted it so that a trickle of the potent whiskey trickled between Alma's lips. She gasped, then coughed and spluttered, and then her eyelids fluttered open and she stared at Brother Jake's intent, looming face. She uttered a startled, "Oh-oh my God!" And, as if realizing her nakedness and the men around her for the first time, promptly clamped one hand over her pussy and clutched her other arm over her panting titties.
"What's your name, gal?"
"Alma-Alma Davis. Now-now that you've had what you wanted of me, for God's sake, won't you let my sister and me go? I swear I won't tell the police or anyone, I swear I won't, " Alma pleaded.
Brother Jake shook his head, his lips curling in a snearing little smile. "Not hardly, sister. Let me fell you something. Some of us soul brothers are having a little ruckus on the West Side tonight, see? That's just to pay back some of you white ofays for all the misery we've been having."
"But how can you blame my sister and me for that? We don't even know, we've never seen you before. We-we were brought up to treat people equal. Won't you believe that? Won't you let us go now that you've done all that you can to us?"
"What's been done to the bitch, Jerry?"
"She's had three fuckings, that's all.
Me, I broke her in, real gentle, " Jerry boasted.
Brother Jake bent down and cupped Alma Davis' chin and stared malevolently into her dilated eyes: "You think you've gone through the mill, bitch? Let me tell you what the cops did to my sister. I got a kid sister, about fifteen, see? Last week a dirty ofay cop who had a yen for Lois and because she wouldn't give to a mother-fucker like him, got a couple of his buddies to gang up on her, see? This bastard picked her up in his squad car and took her into a garage on Loomis Street where his three buddies were waiting. They gangshagged her, whipped her backside with their belts, yeh, and her titties too, and even her pussy. They kept her locked in that garage for three days, bitch, and they made her spread her legs and sell her tail to customers they brought to the garage. They told her if she tried to bring charges, they'd have her shipped off to a crib. They scared hell out of her, but I finally got her to tell me what the score was. She wouldn't tell me their names, but I think I know who pulled off the job on Lois, and one of these days I'm going to cut his balls off and stuff them in his mouth and make him eat them before he dies. Anyhow, you're going to pay me back just a little bit. I got me a whorehouse at 79th and Wentworfh, and you're going to spend a week or so there earning me some money so I can send me poor kid sister to a fancy hospital and pay the bill to get her mended up. She's still shaky and she can't sleep nights and those bastards might have hurt her inside with all the screwing they had her do. So you've had it easy, get me, bitch?"
Alma Davis bit her lips and lowered her eyes, trembling at the savage ferocity of his voice, at the horror he had out-lined for her.
"But-but if we're going away that long, Jeanette and I, " she quavered, "the police will be looking for our kidnappers."
"You're going to write a little letter, honey, and send it special delivery, see? You're going to tell your folks, whoever they are, that you and your sister decided to go have a fling for yourselves before you settled down and not to worry about you. You're gonna say you got so me real peppy boyfriends and they're going to take good care of you, aren't we, Jerry?"
The slim moustachioed Negro who had initiated Alma and brought her to a pleasure she was still too ashamed to admit to herself, chuckled and nodded. "That's the way it's gonna be, sister, " he confirmed the leader's decision.
"You three guys hold her now. Jerry, take her arms. Jimmy, you and Mose hold her ankles and spread them wide so I can see pussy. "
"Go ahead, " Alma gritted her teeth and turned her face to one side, "Do what you have to do, III stand it. But I tell you, you're making a terrible mistake. My sister and I are sorry over the terrible thing that happened to your sister, but we're innocent. We wouldn't let anything like that happen if we had any power, but we're just decent girls and we're going to be married."
"All the better, bitch, " was Brother Jake's reply as he took off his pants and unbuttoned his shorts, letting spring out a massive, thick-veined cock with an enormous plum-headed tip standing out from the thick shaft. "I figure your time in my whorehouse will teach you some good tricks, and your sister too, so when you do get married, you'll be able to give your husbands a treat. Hold her steady, you guys. "
CHAPTER TWO
Alma Davis had turned her face to one side and closed her eyes, abondoning her ravaged ivory body to her assailant. He got on his knees between her stradled thighs, hands on his hips, gloatingly studying her contorted, flushed, tearstained face, the tumultuous upheaval of her pear-shapted titties, the twitchings of the soft sensitive flesh at the uppermost part of her inner thighs, seeing how the nervous cords along those ivory columns surged and tautened as she steeled herself to be fucked again.
Tantalizingly, he arched himself forward so that just the tip of his big cock nuzzled against the gaping, stickied lips of her pussy. Alma caught her breath as she felt the burning, rigid contact of his ramrod. "This here's a real squirmy ofay bitch, you guys, " Brother Jake declared. "I'll get top dollar in my whorehouse for what she's got to offer a black whang! " Again, dextrously, by dint of maneuvering his loins, he brought the tip of his huge organ against the quivering lips of Alma Davis' cunthole, not entering but just rimming the exacerbated lips. The other two men held her tightly, reveling in her anguish and mental suffering and revulsion, remember their own time with her and envying Brother Jake. He continued to frig her pussylips with just the tip of his enormous weapon, until, against her will, poor Alma began to feel waves of lust churning in her womb. The nipples of her titties had hardened and darkened, too. She turned her face to the other side, grinding her teeth, keeping her eyes desperately tight-shut, to try to black out the leering faces, the odium of being fucked by a Negro. But try though she would, her flesh was beginning to betray her. Jerry had started her off so unexpectedly and with such voluptuous expertness that, seeing how close she had been to marriage and how much petting she had done with her fiance, her healthy, mature body was more than ready to respond.
The muscles of her calves and thighs jerked and writhed as she fought her torment. He kept rubbing the tip of his cock all around her pussylips till they twitched and burned and throbbed with a furious yearning. Till at last she could bear no more and cried out shrilly, "Oh my God, do it to me, but don't torture me this way, do it to me, do it to me!"
"I told you guys she was a hot box, " Brother Jake chuckled hoarsly. "Now you guys learn something. I'm going to make her do more than beg, you'll see."
Sinking back with his bottom against his heels, he put his left hand on her right inner thigh and extended his right forefinger towards her gaping pussy. Then he began to tickle the lips of her cunt, and finally, delving in his finger, reached the dainty little nodule of her clitoris. Alma Davis stiffened, her belly arching up, her eyes widened to the whites, as a raucous groan escaped her: "Aaahh-oh, don't do that to me, please-I can't stand it-oh, stop it oh please have me instead, I'm begging you!"
"See what I mean?" Brother Jake sniggered. His forefinger remained buried in her cunthole, flattening down the hardened little button which was the lodesrone of all her emotions. Sweat oozed on her forehead and between her titties and in her armpits, and she threshed wildly on the bed, so that Jerry and Mose had all they could do to hold her down.
Now, pausing in his tickler-frigging, Brother Jake bent forward and, putting his mouth to Alma's quaking cunthole, began to lap at it, the tip of his long pink tongue rubbing over the fleshy, twitching pink lips of her delicious cunthole. Her ravishing had left her cunthole slightly swollen, the outer labia a darker red than the inner, and her clitoris stood out from its peeping cowl of pussyflesh in a lewd suggestive way indicating that against her will she had been fiercely roused.
"OHH DON'T." she cried out shrilly, jerking at her captors' hold, averting her head, trying to buck her hips away from the Negro's artful gamahuching.
His tongue now furled against her clitoris, and began to rub and roll it expertly, while, Alma, her eyes staring, her titties heaving wildly, writhed and jerked, throwing back her head, babbling "Ohh-ahh-oh stop-ohh my God, please don't-ohh, it-ouu-you're driving me crazy-oh please stop it ohh pleeeeeeease!"
He desisted at once, leaving the beautiful black-haired captive panting and writhing with the nearness to her creamy gush, despite all her loathing of her situation; Alma Davis had never, even with her fiance, been goaded to such lewdly furious yearning as her twitching cunt now felt.
From the lapel pocket of his coat, Brother Jake took a white feather, long and curly, while Mose and Jerry eyes him with curiosity. Chuckling softly, he leaned towards the writhing naked brunette. Jimmy, who had seen this stunt before, and who was holding Alma's left ankle and dragging it out wide to one side so that her thighs would be enormously straddled and her cunny gaped to all access, winked broadly at Brother Jake and cackled, "She gonna show de white feafhah purty soon hesself, ah betcha!"
Jerry crouched on the side of Alma's head, holding her wrists securely, and greedily staring down at her panting titties, whose nipples were wet from sucking and tonguing kisses and hardened and dark from the erogenous tumult raging in her sensitive young nervous system.
"We'll see if she does of not, " said Brother Jake. Cautiously now, he extended the feather and with its tip just graced the straining cords of Alma Davis' inner thighs, where they surged so violently against the nacreous skin.
"Oooooh!" she gasped, twisting her face to the right and closing her eyes. He paused, then grazed the other inner thigh, then her belly and bellybutton; little shivering spasms rippled along the naked girl's bare skin, and her nostrils flared and shrank convulsively. Again he paused, then, eyes narrowed, lips pursed in absorbed concentration to his task, the tall sturdy Negro leader prodded the tip of the white feather right up against Alma's gaping swollen moist twitching cunthole, and began to tickle the outer lips all around their crinkly rims.
Her head fell back, her neckcords standing out, as she clenched her teeth, trying furiously not to give any evidence of the maddening, insidious exacerbation which that feather-fronding caused her ravaged cunthole. But as he silently and methodically continued, it was seen that her pussylips tremored visibly, that the nodule of her lovebutton hardened and pulsed with a life all its own, that long shuddering flexions raced along her straddled, shaking thighs, and that her stockinged toes curled and clawed restlessly, as did her fingers.
"Wonder how her sistah's makin' out inde udder room, Boss, " Jimmy cackled, licking his lips with relish to see the beautiful naked white captive arched and shudder as the feather-frigging went relentlessly on. Deliberately, with slow, deft touches, Brother Jake brought the curly-downy plume over the open cunthole, --rimmed it, then concentrated on this or that crinkly area of pussylip-flesh, till Alma rolled her head to and fro, sweat beading her forehead and her downy armpits, her belly jerking and shrinking as she fought to arch her loins away from the diabolical titillations that masturbated her towards a hot primal come in spite of her frantically willed desire to hold herself back and give her torturers no satisfaction of her torment.
"I'll see to her in due time, boy, don't bother me none, " Brother Jake growled. He sat back on his heels contemplating the agitated squirming of his beautiful white victim; the lips of Alma's pussy were swollen now with the afflux of blood to their hypersensitive darkened-pink flesh, the clitoris had emerged fully from its little pink coral cowl of loveflesh to stand out erect and throbbing, and the inner lips were quivering noticeably. Little whimpering sighs escaped the naked captive, who continued to tighten her body in a desperate but futile resistance.
The smell of her sweat, of her bare flesh, of the semenal outpourings of her rapists, of her own pussy juices, blended, with the musky smell of her Negro captors, into a potent, cantharidic fragrance.
Now he deftly maneuvered the feather's tip into the gaping lips of the brunette's cunt and attacked the stiff nodule of her clitoris with a deft twirl that rasped the fronds all over the hardened cunnytidbit.
"Oooh-ahhhhouuuuuu! " A long-drawn sobbing, stifled wail burst from between Alma's clenched lips; her face twisted to the other side, nostrils feverishly opening and clenching.
"She gittin' there, Boss, " Jimmy hoarsely gasped, licking his lips at the exquisitely salacious spectacle of the beautiful white love-slave, at the mercy of her Negro abductors.
"I believe you're right Jimmy, " Brother Jake laughed, a dry cackling sound that made Alma wince and twist her hace to the other side now.
The feather had retreated; now, playfully, if ran along her stockinged thighs to the bare ivory skin just above, leaping from thigh to thigh, then capriciously roamed to her bellybutton, then back to the groin where the surging muscle-cord writhed under the tightly drawn white moist skin, and then, as he leaned forward, attacked each of her nipples in turn.
"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, HELP ME, OH STOP IT, STOP IT, PLEASE! IF YOUR GOING TO DO IT TO ME, FOR GOD'S DEAR SAKE DO IT AND FINISH WITH ME, " Alma suddenly screamed, her head rising, face a twisted flushed tearstained mask of torment, tugging at her wrists, trying to break her yawned-open ankles from Mose's and Jimmy's hold.
!'llm, so you gitrin' itchy, hm, Alma baby?" Brother Jake drawled with a mock-solicitous tone. "You tell me what you want, mebbe I commodates you-mebbe not, too!"
The naked sufferer turned her face to the other side again, shuddering as she fought for breath. Brother Jake shrugged, winked at his smirking cronies, then slowly brought the feather's tip to bear against her left nipple, rubbing over it again and again till Alma moaned softly and her beleagured titties rose and fell, the nipplebud darker, stiffer than before. At once he transferred his attentions to the other tittie, rasping that nipple constantly, till tears ran down Alma's flushed cheeks and her body arched and jerked fitfully and strained against their hold.
"Seem to me lak dat ofay bitch she crave a powful lot' tenshun, " Mose croaked hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot and narrowed as they devoured Alma's wriggling nakedness.
"She'll get every bit of affectionate care she wants, boys, " Brother Jake taunted as he waited a moment till the distracted girl had settled back on the crumpled bed, then artfully tickled the pouting, dark-pink petals of her quim with the tip of the feather, round and round that delicious quivering soft cunt of hers.
"OH PLEEEEEEEASE!" Alma yelled, raising her head again to stare with hugely dilated eyes at her torturer, " I CAN'T STAND IT, I CAN'T, I CAN'T, OH DO ANYTHING YOU WANT BUT JUST FINISH ME OFF AND LET ME GO!"
"You really want me to cream you down, ofay gal?" Brother Jake demanded, keeping the feather grazing her inner thighs now, and then stealthily sneaking it down towards the amberyshadowed sinuous groove between her velvety bottom cheeks, to try to goad the hidden maidenhead of her voluptuous asshole.
"YES! YES! OH GET IT OVER WITH, MY GOD, MY GOD, YOU'LL KILL ME TORTURING ME THAT HORRIBLE WAY!" Alma cried out hysterically.
"Tell you what, baby, " Brother Jake was in no hurry at all. "You do some' pin for me, I does some'pin for you. Fair exchange ain't no robbery. What about it?"
"W-what-what-oh G-God-wwhat do you want me to-do-do?" Alma panted, her teeth chattering in the prey of the sensual fever that was churning inside her titillated nipples and cunthole.
"You jist suck my cock, sweetiegal, an' I'll tickle you so good you'll cream all down your purty legs to your toes, " he chuckled lewdly.
"OH NOOO! I WON'T DO THAT, IT'S VILE, I WON'T! YOU-YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS HAVE DONE EVERYTHING TO ME, BUT I WON'T GIVE IN AND DO THAT OF MY OWN FREE WILL!" she cried hysterically.
"Suit yourself. But you gonna change youah mind 'foah I'm done, " he declared.
Now again the feather went back to work, visiting Alma's inner thighs up and down her shuddering, jerking stockinged legs, then over her shuddering, shrinking belly, then down over the lower abdomen where her black silky cunnyfur began to sprout, and finally down to the gaping, swollen, twitching pussylips of her voluptuous young cunthole. Mad with the torment, Alma arched and twisted her hips off the bed, her head rising, falling back, her face turning restlessly from side to side, her eyes exorbitant, showing to the whites, her nostrils opening and closing as in heat-which, truly, she was. The burning throbbing pangs of fuck-desire bubbled in her cuntchasm, she was near and jet so far, and the torment shattered all her pride and resistance.
And when at last, after another cruel pause, he put the feather to her clitoris and gave it a single deft flick, she broke down and babbled; "OHHAAHHH! YES OH GOD, I'LL DO ANYTHING IF YOU'LL ONLY WORK ME OFF, OH DO IT OH DO IT OH DO IT NOW!"
"Uh uh, baby, fust you gotta show you'se grateful, den you gits youah pussy's reward, " Brother Jake teased her.
"Oh Pleeeeease, pleeeeease, " Alma wailed, near hysteria in the shuddering waves of yearning that swept through and through her s traddled, spread-eagled naked body.
"Too bad. Ah'd have sworn you needed a good juicin' down, baby. You jist gotta git along widdout it, den, " he lapsed into the slurred guttural of the Negro.
The feather went back to work. Now it stroked Alma's sinuous, sleek stockinged calves, then the soles and toes of her stockinged feet, while she giggled, moaned, sobbed, babbled incoherent words then it rushed up to waft over one heaving tittie and rasp over the stiff dark tittiebud till she was whinning and whimpering, tears running down her cheeks. And then, after another pause while she threshed frantically and powerlessly in her captors' grasp, he aimed the feather right at her poutingly open inner cuntlips, and delved it down, then pulled it back.
Alma's naked body seemed to leap up after the feather, as if longing to retain it in her vagina, her head rose, too, eyes dilated, blurred with tears, mouth gaping as she capitulated: "OUUUUEEEEYAHHH! YES, YES, I'LL DO IT, IF ONLY YOU'LL WORK ME OFF RIGHT AFTERWARDS, OH PLEASE SAY YOU WILL, I'M BURNING UP, I'M DYING FOR IT OH I NEED TO BE WORKED OFF OH GOD OH MY GOD!"
"Jeez, " Mose ejeculated thickly, shaking his head, "ah nebbah done see no white ofay bitch squallin' lak dat foah a juicin', nebbah in mah whole life..Gawd, lookit her wriggle her cunt'n titties foah it!"
"Hold her good, now, you guys, " Brother Jake directed, as he crawled over Alma's shaking, writhing naked body, his knees on either side of her bosom. His left hand went behind her neck, to lift her face to him. His right hand took hold of his massive, throbbing prick and proffered it to her: "Go ahead, now, suck me off'n you'll git wut you wants, you cute itchypussied L'il piece of ofay twat!"
Shuddering, her eyes closing, grimacing in loathing, yet stricken by the burning, unquenchable fever deep inside her womb, Alma Davis opened her trembling lips and accepted gingerly the tip of Brother Jake's rampant pego.
"Ahh! Dat feel real nice, honeychile, " he crooned, digging his strong fingertips into the back of her slim neck, " now you gotta suck me good, 'n take more ob mah cock in youah mouf dan dat, heah? Go ahead, lemme see how nice'n obedient you kin be!"
Alma gagged at the strong semenalindol ic-musky smell of the Negro's sexual weapon, but he looked back at Mose and called, "Take dat feathah'n tickle her button a bit, mebbe dat'll make her do wut she's told to do! "
Alma, her mouth filled with Negro cock, tried to plead off this frigging, but as at once she began feverishly to suck, amateurishly and awkwardly, it was true, but perhaps for that very reason most exciting to her Negro captor, Brother Jake made a gesture back to Mose to spare her the feather torture for the time being.
Eyes tightly closed, nostrils clenching sporadically, her throat gurgling with the retching sounds of loathing which this obscene intimacy imposed on her, the naked young brunette forced herself to suck the heavy-laden cockhead of Brother Jake's angrily turgid-veined prick till suddenly he uttered a bellow of glee and his body jerked as his bubbling spunk deluged her mouth, spattered her teeth and launched down her choking gullet as she was compelled to swallow a good share.
He pulled our of her panting mouth with a sticky "Plop, " while Alma, bursting into tears, twisted her face to one side and gagged and shuddered in the aftermath of her revulsion.
"Now dat was real sweet'n lovin', baby, 'n you done earned youah reward. Okay, you guys, jist you, Jerry. Hold her ahms-Mose, you'n Jimmy kin fix us a round'a drinks, and go have youah selves a looksee into dat room wheah dey got Alma's kid sistah. Tell'em not to treat her rough, ah's gotta inspect heh fust, see?"
"Right Boss, " Mose disappointedly grumbled as he released Alma's ankle and, with Jimmy, the two men ambled out of the room .
Brother Jake looked down at his prick, greasied with his own spunk and the sal iva of Alma's panting mouth . It was limp, but a certain vigor still remained. He chuckled. "Jist rubbin' mah dong obah heh snatch gwine fix me up again, you watch, Jerry . "
"I sure am, Boss, " Jerry chuckled.
"You're sire the best poontang breakerin west of the Mississippi! "
"Well, now, I won't deny that, " Brother Jake grinned as he knelt over Alma's twitching loins and rubbed his diminished, greasy cock over her furry cuntmound. "Hey, I got me a better idea. You watch disyeah too, Jerry boy I "
He moved again, knees straddling her quivering, sprawled body, up to her waist; then, with his left hand, cupped one of her jutting ivory titties and took his limpened stickied prick in his right hand and rubbed if over the jutting loveglobe, rasping his prickhead over the pert darkened nipple. In a few moments, his penis surged back to formidable size.
"See? Wut I done tell you?" he grinned at Jerry. "Hold her arms good. Now ah'm gonna poke disyeah li'l ofay cunt'n gib heh a real treat. Dis is wut she's gwine git her fill of when she goes to work in ma whorehouse, dat foah shonuff. "
Slowly he stretched over Alma, who again twisted her face to one side. But her thighs, strangely enough didn't clench to try to resist her ravisher. She seemed to have resigned herself; yet the rippling flow of neural tension along her thighs told the true story of her roused emotions: their spasming, feverish squirming announced that virtuous virgin Alma Davis, betrothed to a man who hadn't once fucked her, was as hot as a two-dollar whore on a Saturday night and that she needed creaming down the very worst way!
Slowly, he brought the broad tip of his prick to bear against her gaping cuntcorals, edged it past the yawning pussylips, and the, slipping his hands under her to grab the quaking, tightening cheeks of her beautiful ivory backside, whoved himself home in a long slow digging thrust till his hairs ground to hers.
Alma's eyes opened, a startled, almost fearful look appeared in her humid dark brown eyes, and then she twisted her face away, while a long sobbing gasp escaped her clenched lips.
"We's among friends now, babygal, " he told her as he luxuriously lay over her, not moving, content to feel his big hard prick imbedded all the way into her tight quaking warm moist sheath, " so you doan hafta hol' back nuttin', see? If you wanna scream youah lungs out when de spirit hits you, dat fine wid me. Ah laks a gal dat doan make no bones'bout fuckin'! 'Cause you's gonna do plenty ob dat stahfin' tomorrow night! Now, let's you'n me make sweet music togettah, huh, Alma baby?"
Slowly, after this gloating speech, Brother Jake drew himself back, his big heavy prick rubbing the tender inner walls of her vaginal chamber; Alma groaned, her stockinged toes clenched and uncurled, her heels jabbed against the crumpled sheets of the squalied old bed, and a long shivering spasm rushed through her body.
"Ah think you cain leggo heh ahms now, Jerry, she's gittin' to like it, " he muttered, and Jerry got down off the bed, lit a cigarette and stood watching, his own restiffened prong jutting out of his open fly.
Back to the very rims of her cunthole, Brother Jake withdrew his prong; he held himself there, his big, muscular frame tense with self-control, feeling Alma's cuntlips nibble and kiss at his black prick; then with a long dig, he jammed back home in her to the balls.
"Ohh-ahh-ouuuuuu! " she groaned feverishly, her eyes opening and staring at his leering, gloating face.
"Attababy, you jist forget you's an ofay bitch-all you gotta do is letcher pussy tell you whose piece it is, see? Mah prick's youah cunt's mastah, 'n dat all you gotta 'membah! Let's go to de races now, baby gal!" he crooned.
His mouth nuzzled one of Alma's flinthard dark coral nipples, as, clamping his fingers hard into her quaking bottomcheeks, he began to fuck her with long poking thrusts, with rhythmic tempo.
The naked young brunette could no longer hold back the frenzied urges in her healthy young system; unconsciously, she flung her arms round his sturdy back and arched herself up to his rutting diggs. Whimpering moans escaped her now, as, shameless, abandoned, casting aside alI reserve, all revulsion over this miscegenatory unison, Alma Davis gave herself up wholeheartedly-wholecuntedly!-to the fucking of an expert.
It wasn't long before she was writhing against him, eyes wildly opened and glazed with the fever that overwhelmed her being; her mails dug info his back, her stockinged legs finally clamped round his thighs, and her bottom began to weave and grind with the unmistakable gyrations of a girl in heat. "OHHHH OHH OHH NOW OHH YES OH MY GOD I'M COMING OHH GIVE IT TO MEEEEEE GIVE ME ALL YOU'VE GOT OH DARLING AHHH!" she shrieked at last, oblivious to anything except the rampant rogering, widening, distending, grinding, rubbing ramrod burrowed to the depths in her seething, burning, tortured cunthole. And her body jumped up to his and ground as he quickened his thrusting and with a last violent shove, ebbed out his juices deep into her quaking churning womb.
"Wow, " he panted wanly after a long moment, "now dat wut ah calls fuckin' foah fair, babygal! You gwine earn me a fortune in dat whorehouse, you wait 'n see. Only, I gotta train you not to gib out all you got in dat squirmy pussy'a yers, 'ceptin' jist foah me! Now you lay dere'n we gits you a drink den ah takes a look at youah kid sistah, dat li'l Jeanette. See you later on, baby!"
He drew out of her with a stickied squishing sound, leaving Alma sqrawled on the bed, arms flung out in cross, her legs yawned and her wet stickied cunt bared shamelessly. But she was beyond worrying over loss of girlish modesty by now; she had, chaste though she was, been brought to violent gush by the virile, expert Negro, head of the retaliatory gang put to avenge white injustices.
Alma had already paid a fair share of the price! And she was fated to pay a great deal more-but, singularly, to find her experience not half so terrifying as she had dreaded at the outset!
CHAPTER THREE
Brother Jake, stuffing his limp cock back into his pants and drawing up the zipper, strolled into the little pantry room where the other three men were keeping Jeanette.
Abe, Dan and Henry stood round, smoking cigarettes and passing a bottle of Old Crow between them, while Jeanette lay sprawled on the old broken-down cot, an arm flung over her flushed tearstained face, her left leg drooping off to the floor. She had already been initiated into the art of cocksucking by Henry, and Dan, the mulatto, ahd just fucked her while fingering her dainty maiden asshole, drawing her wildly to hot gushing come, an eighteen-year-old virgin who till this evening had never known what a man's cock was like inside her warm soft tight young cunt.
The tabs of her garterbelt had been ripped in her writhing struggles against her ravishers, and her stockings had sagged down to her knees. The dark blonde curls around her gaping pink, swollen pussylips were ruffled aside, to bare the amorous crevice that had been so rudely but consummately initiated into man-rut. They were damp with viscous spunk and her own secret cunnyjuices from this last rogering, which had brought about her gush.
"You boys brown her any?" Brother Jake, sauntering in, nonchalantly asked, but his eyes narrowed menacingly. He'd given strict orders. Both girls were to be spared this final supreme virginity, which would bring a high price in the whorehouse, the proceeds to go to his sister's hospitalization and the search for her white violators.
"Nassuh, Boss, " Dan respectfully bobbed his head, "jist a I'il fingabuggerin', dat all!"
"All right, ah doan guess dat hurt her bung none foah a customer wid cash, " the Negro gangleader decided. "Jeanette, gal wake up, I wanna look you over."
The golden-haired beauty, the prim bun of her hair having been loosened so that her hair cascaded in a dissheveled, tumbled mass down her back, wanly opened her blue eyes and shrank back, clapping a trembling hand over her gaped-open moist cunt. "Oh-d-don't nnot any more, please, " she whimpered.
"Git her up on her feet. An; slip dem stockin's off, " Jake ordered.
Abe and Henry greedily dragged her to her feet, squeezing her round titties and spacious bottomcheeks as they did do, and forced her to stand before their leader. "Hmm, look lak to me she been worked over a little?" Jake growled, eyeing his henchmen angrily.
"Oh nossuh, Boss, nossuh, not one liddle bit, " Abe hastened to reassure him, "we jist fucked'n made her talk a li'l French, dat all. 'Ceptin', 'course we put ouah fingahs in her ass a li'l, jistto head her up when we wuz fuckin' "
"Did they whip you, bitch, " Jake growled, tilting up Jeanette's trembling chin. She shook her head, hypnotized by his glittering eyes and menacing face.
"Okay, I think we'll let her rest. First, though, baby, you's got to show me you's gwine do what I fells you."
"I-I will, only d-don't hurt me any more, oh I want to go home, " Jeanette started to sniffle.
"Get her down on her knees, hold her arms out, you two, " Jake ordered, and it was done. The naked blonde wept and begged for mercy, but Jake waited till she was held down, then calmly unzipped his fly and drew out his limp stickied cock.
"Now, ofay bitch, disyeah de whang dat poked youah sister's twat, " he told her. "You take in youah mouf nice'n sweet, 'n suck it, dat tells me you're gonna be a good bitch when we gits you to the whorehouse."
"Oh my God, wh-what are you going to do with us?" Jeanette wailed, trying to get up. They held her down, and Dan, standing behind her, twisted his hand in her tumbled golden curls, his hand in her tumbled golden curls, to tilt up her face to Jake's cock, after a sign from the leader.
"You's gonna go to work hustlin', baby. But doan worry none, you woan hafta go out on" the street, we's gwine bring de Johns to youah room. Yeah, we treat you nice and scrumpshus, jist lak in a fancy hotel" Jake chuckled. "You earns us some bread, so's mah poor li'l sistah kin git fixed up lak new'n so's ah kin pass a li'l green stuff out to line up dat bastard ofay cop that took heh cherry, see? Den, if you's nice, we lets you go back home to Mama. Now, open dat cute li'l red mouf an' take mah cock in sweet'n 'bedient'like! "
Jeanette gagged at the sight of his limp, greasied ramrod.
"Mebbe ah takes my belt to her big pink ass'n dusts it off a li'l, boss?" Dan suggested eagerly.
"Mebbe ah takes mah fist'n breaks youah jaw, yellerboy, " Jake angrily replied. "Ah gibs the ordahs here, 'n doan you ebbah fergif it! Now keep her mouf uo-data way! "
He pressed his cock against her mouth; Jeanette's eyes rolled, she gagged and tried to twist her face away, but Dan, twisting her tumbled curls, forced her to come to grips with her destiny: a black cock. Jake persuaded her by saying, "Mebbe you wanna see de boys take Alma to bed again, all six ob them this time?"
"Oh noo no please don't do anything more to my sister-I-I'll do it, " Jeanette gasped.
And reluctantly, closing her blue eyes, as tears rolled down her cheeks, she accepted Jake's prickhead inside her rosy mouth and timidly began to suck.
He was satisfied with her good will, and pushed her head away after a few halfhearted suckings. "Okay, dat's fine. Now, you boys git us some vittles, we gotta feed deseyeah chicks good so dey kain get rested up'n fat'n sassy for tomorrah night, heah?"
"Ain't we gonna git to fuck'em no more, den, boss?" Dan grumbled, stealing his right hand quickly over Jeanette's lovely big round titties and squeezing one till she squealed and wriggled. Jake struck his hand away: "You does wut ah tells you, yella boy, oah else you ain't gwine hab no cock to fiddle wid an ofay bitch no more, see? Yeah, we's gwine hab' em one last time-foah dey gits a price tag on dere cunts and dat goes for everybody 'ceptin' me, seein' as how I owns'the whorehouse. We's gwine do it by drawin' cards, see? Highest two guys gets to poke Alma and Jeanette jist foah dey goes to sleep, hee hee hee! Now git out'n git dem vittles, Dan and Henry! Abe, you phone Bessie at ma whorehouse, you tell her she gotta fix up two rooms good foah two fancy gals-nice big bed, curtains, everything new'n nice, heah? Come honey, you kin see your sister now."
He took hold of Jeanette's elbow, lifted her, and led her, weeping, naked, barefooted, titties bobbing as she stumbled on, to the bedroom where Alma lay. Mose and Jimmy had brought back a fresh bottle, and Mose, sitting on the edge of the bed, an arm round Alma's shoulders, was tendering her the bottle; the brunette took a swig, and color gradually came back into her pale tearstained face.
"Alma, peel off the garterbelt and stockings now. We want you both bareass-naked, " Jake ordered. "You's gwine rest a li'l, then we have some good fried chicken'n French fries'n cole slaw, 'n mebbe pie'n coffee, 'n den jist foah you gals go to bed, you each takes on jist one black boy who wants to show you he ain't against desegregation none at all, hee hee hee!" Jeanette, clambering into bed beside Alma, whimpered and clutched at Alma, looking up fearfully at Jake's grinning face.
"W-will you let us go? Please be honest, " Alma stammered, blushing as the Negro's dark brooding eyes fixed her with a long intense stare. She couldn't explain her feelings; she blushed and felt-well, like a schoolgirl . Here she was brought up all her life to be decent, to marry a nice guyand this nightmare had stopped everything. She'd been fucked and her hymen taken, and mauled and things done to her person she hadn't dreamed a man could do to a girl-and yet right now, looking at the man who had engineered this kidnapping and finally drawn her to the wildest orgasm of her young life, she found she didn't hate and loathe him as much as she had thought.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dan had gone out to bring back fried chicken and the works from a restaurant at 15th and Indiana, made sure no one was following him, and sneaked into the entrance of the old flat building, and back up to the apartment, being admitted by Henry, after giving the signal of three quick knocks, a pause, then two short ones.
Jake himself brought a tray from the kitchen and dishes piled with food and coffee for the two naked sisters, then left them without a word. The six Negroes and he played poker in the living room, while he told them of his plans for the girls. In the morning, Alma was to send a special delivery letter to her mother. On the radio, a pocket-sized transistorized unit, which Jerry owned, they heard the report of the kidnapping.
"Maybe a phone call'd be better, huh?" Jerry urged.
"Nope. Too easy to trace. 'Sides which, we don't want her folks to think niggers has got her. Den de ofay cops'd really be on the prowl. This wayyou heard that radio news yousself, didn'tcha, Jerry-they jist say, the gals is disappeared and they fears foul play-dat a good one, dat is! Hell, " his face twisted in an ugly snarl, "I don't see nobody gittin' all worked up when dey take my li'l sister's cherry'n make her dish it out to any bastid's got de cash foah dem dirty bastard ofay cops who snatched her. You wait, ah's gonna git them good. But we's gonna send the letter, 'n den Alma'n her sister'l be workin' hard for us all. After al I, we'll let them go."
"That black-haired piece 'a twat, Alma, she de best fucker ah done ever seen, " Mose enthused, smacking his lips in reminiscence." Hopes ah shonuff git de lucky cahd wid her."
"Well, first high card gits to pick his pick. Second guy, gits what snatch is left over, " Jake chuckled, lighting a cigar and exhaling luxuriously." 'Bout anudder hour, we's gwine raffle disyeah white poontang off."
"What did you tell Alma when she asked, do you let her'n her sistah go, Boss?" Abe respectfully inquired.
"Ah jist gib her a dirty look, den ah walks out, " Jake told him." Mebbe ah lets her go aftah a week on her back in de whorehouse, 'n mebbe not. Dat's up to me, not you."
They played poker for another hour and Henry, Jerry and Jake himself were the big winners. Finally it came time for the long-awaited "Raffle."
The seven Negroes trouped to the bedroom, opened the door, and found the two naked sisters huddling together, looking scared, having pulled a dirty sheet over their bodies.
"Well now, isn't that comfy'n cozyI ike, " Jake drawled. "Sorry ah's gonna hafta disturb you chicks a li'l. Now, lissen to disyeah-we's gwine cut foah high card, see? De man pickin' de top card, he gits to choose which ob you cute ofay pussies he's gwine poke; second high man, he gits the other gal. Henry, hand me that fresh deck."
"Yassuh, boss, here'y' are!"
Jake shuffled and reshuffled, then laid the deck down on the table, gestured to Jerry to cut.
"Okay, all you guys come up'n draw one card and turn it face up, " he directed. "Me, I'll go last."
Jerry bent over the table at Jake's sign, drew a card, turned it up. A nine of spades.
"Ah'll shonuff beat dat, " exulted Jimmy as he turned his over, then his face fell: "Goddam, ah ain't had no bettah luck den ah did at poker." It was a two of diamonds.
Abe was next and turned up, much to his glee, a jack of hearts. Mose pulled a ten of clubs. Henry turned up a jack of spades, which beat Abe, much to the latter's profane outburst. Dan, the mulatto, hesitated, then chose from the top of the deck, and revealed a queen of hearts. "Wowee!" he cried, staring hungrily at the frightened girls, "guess ah's gonna git some lovin' foah ah gits to sleep tanite, foah damn shonuff!"
"Jake walked slowly to the table, scowled, then reached at random for a card.
"Damn, if that don't beat all, " Dan swore. It was an ace of spades.
Jake turned to the bed, staring at the trembling beauties. "Ah picks Alma, " he announced, 'n ah wants to be alone wid her, you guys. Dan, you gits Jeanette. Take her back in dat room wid de cot. You other guys, you kin watch Dan if you wanna or if he'll letcha. Now beat it to hell outa here!"
Reaching down, he pulled the sheet off the two girls, exposing their naked ivory and pinkskinned bodies to the greedy eyes of all. "Jeanette, you go like a nice li'l bitch with Dan here, " he commanded .
"Oh, Alma, Alma, I-I don't want to, oh please don't let them take me, " Jeanette whimpered.
"Honey, you've got to do what they want, or they'll make it worse for both of us, " Alma murmured. She kissed Jeanette, then pushed her, " Go ahead now; honey, get it over with-that's the worst part, waiting for it to happen. If you do what they say, they'll be nice to you-won't you men?"
Dan had come forward to claim his prize, avidly grabbing Jeanette by a wrist and pulling her to him, his other hand roaming down her juicy round pinksheened bottom, "Yeah man, " he breathed, "ah'll be real nice to disyeah piece of ofay twat, you see, honey. C;mon, we's got a hot bed date right about now, and ah'm hard as a rock foah dat sweet li'l pussy you got 'tween dem juicy laigs."
Jeanette, uttering a sob, bowed her golden head, and let herself be led out of the bedroom, the others following after. Jake closed the door, and turned the key in the lock, then slowly began to take off his clothes. Alma lay there, looking up at him, her breath coming quickly, a slow flush suffusing her pale ivory cheeks, and her titties began to rise and fall with an erratic quickening.
"Look lat you ain't so much scared ob me, baby, " he growled as he sat down on the edge of the bed and reached over to stroke her bare thigh.
"It-it wouldn't do any good, " she murmured.
"Dat right. No good none at all, honey. 'Course, it's better when you's friendly-like. Now, let's git with it. I wanna work you over all by mahself disyeah time."
He moved over to her, lying on his side, slipping his left arm under her shoulders, his right hand cupping one of her ivory tittiepears and fondling it greedily. His mouth moved to brush her other nipple, then to suck and bite it gently, and Alma closed her eyes, her hands tight fists of anticipation and submissive endurance.
"Relax, I likes to take my time gentle when ah's alone wid a cute gal, " he whispered.
"You-you didn't answer me, J-Jake, " she stammered as she glanced down to see his black hand on her titties, his mouth near her other, and she caught sight of the stiffening rigidity of his already roused black prick, and shivered at its formidable size, remembering what havoc it had wrought in her tortured young cunt earlier that evening.
"Oh, you means about mah lettin' you two gals go home when we's done?"
"Y. .yes., "
"We'll see. I ain't promisin' nuttin' 'cept, for sure, you won't be either of you hurt or spoiled none. Ah doan kill white bitches, even if their menfolks screw and hurt my sister. I war's with de men bastids that did the job, see? Mebbe ah lets you go, but we see."
"Do-do I have to-to-work as a pros-prostitute-oh God, please, no?" she whispered, her face scarlet now as her eyes met his.
"Yeah, " he said, voice hard and unrelenting, "dat you gotta do. 'Cause we needs cash foah mah sister, see?
You's the best way to earn if for us, baby."
"I-I don't want to-to get diseased or-or have a baby-" she murmured faintly. His hand on her tittie had slipped down to her bare belly now, was edging towards the matted black curls of her cunthole. She watched it fascinatedly, eyes wide and humid, shivering.
"Don'tcha worry none. Bess-that's mah madame at de house-she screens de guys good. We don't let no triflin' niggers widout real dough lay your pussy, baby, yours nor Jeanette's. So don't give dat no mind no more, see?"
"I-I'd rather-if I have to-to stay with you-be with you-and not the others, " Alma suddenly blurted, then turned her scarlet face away.
"Well now!" he said slowly in a low voice. "Mmm, dat's some'pin ah hadn't figured no how. We see 'bout dat. Right now, c'mere 'n gimme a kiss. Putcher arms round me and be real nice, Alma gal."
Slowly, trembling, her eyes closed very tight, Alma Davis turned on her side to face Brother Jake, her titties and belly quivering. His right hand stroked her bare bottom gently as he arched his stiff cock to prod against the black fleece of her cunthole, and she gave a little whimpered "Ohhh!" Her mouth didn't resist or move away as his small hard cruel mouth pressed to hers.
"Putcherarms round me too, gal." he ordered roughly. Slowly, Alma ob-eyed. He pressed his hand o n her bottom, forcing her loins closer to him, his left arm under her body at the waist. She felt his hugeplumheaded spear gouge against her belly, rub down over the tangled black curls of her pussy.
His lips pressed harder against her unresisting soft red moist mouth, and his right hand began to fondle and squeeze her ivory backside. Then he slipped his forefinger down into the narrow crevice separating the cheeks, and Alma suddenly jerked and gasped as she felt his fingertip rub against her shrinking puckering pink little virgin asshole.
"Nice'n easy, gal, take it nice'n easy, we got, all night if you feel lak dat, " he murmured. His fingertip rubbed lightly back and forth over her bumhole, and long spasms shook Alma's naked thighs and bottom, while her titties pantingly rose and fell. His tongue now crept between her yielding soft lips to slush about, and then his right hand slipped from her bottom to between their bellies, maneuvered down till his forefinger was tickling the soft lips of her cunthole.
"Ahh-ahh-ohhhhh, " Alma moaned, convulsively putting a hand on his shoulder and digging her fingers in hard to evidence her emotions.
His finger dallied now, rimming her cunthole, then delving to find her clitoris and tweaking and prodding it expertly. Rippling tremors visited that ivory body; Alma moaned, opened her eyes, felt his tongue slush against hers, and both her arms embraced him round the waist as he rolled her over onto her back, and deftly engaging the lips of her quaking cunthole with the huge plumhead of his prong, thrust halfway down into her vaginal scabbard.
Her head fell back, eyes opening, wide, staring at the ceiling; her arms clutched him, her naked calves hooked across his, as she arched her loins up to the savage, rigid ramrod that was gouging its home within her tight young cunny.
Now her own tongue timidly ventured forth to press between his lips, and Brother Jake moaned his pleasure at this acquiescent tribute to his virgin powers; his hands took hold of her bottomcheeks and gripped them possessively as he shoved the rest of his thick black prick inside her cunthole.
Alma's eyes rolled wildly, her nostrils emitted frantic gusts of breath, and her fingernails clawed at his shoulders, her legs took tighter, higher pinioning of his, an she ground her cunt against him as if yearning to suck in every last iota of his length and breadth within her bower.
Now he began to fuck the naked brunette with long, slow, strokes, ploughing her with a twist of his hips as he reached the bottom of her womb, that had a kind of corkscrew-like movement and produced whimpering moans and wordless little cries from the frantically attuned naked captive. Her eyes closed again, she clung to him as for dear life, but now her calves were wrapped over his bottom and her hips had begun a rhythmic swerving from side to side, retaining his cock gobbled into her churning quim but attacking it by this sidelong maneuevering from the edges and sides of her tender tight twat.
His right forefinger slipped back against her asshole; his left, to her stiffened clitoris, and now he began to ply her with fingers, prick and tongue.
Alma Davis, unleashed, abandoned, cried along, her outcry stifled by his clamping hot greedy mouth; she shifted and twisted her bottom, arching and straining up to meet his long slow plunges, till at last, twisting her face from under his, she cried out in a hoarse unrecognizable voice: "OHHH OHH GIVE IT TO ME NOW OH SCREW ME OH MY GOD, OH JUICE ME DOWN JAKE DARLING OH MY GOD OHH FUCK ME FUCK ME HARD AND MAKE ME COME!"
"Yeah baby, " he panted, hastening his lunges feeling her body shake and grind wildly with every digging probe. His finger prodded her clitoris back and forth, his other finger hilted in her clenching tight humid warm asshole, and now he felt her approach to rapture timing with his own. .with a wild yell, he shoved home to the balls, and gushed his spunk deep into Alma's burning cunt. The naked brunette, eyes revulsing, raked him with her fingernails and, lashing her bare legs over his behind, arched and bucked and twisted as the spasm sent her cunny juices flowing down to merge with his thick creamy gism....
In the little room off the kitchen, Jeanette lay under Dan, the mulatto, forced to lock him with her arms and legs too. Dan hadn't bothered to take off his clothes; "All I want to is feel ma dong in disyeah white bitch's twat, " he boasted. Jeanette, however, had an audience of the other men, who exhorted and shouted encouragements to the mulatto. She didn't come to climax due to this, for it shamed and embarrased her atrociously. Yet, all the same, when Dan's violent spurt lashed into her womb, she stiffened, arched and writhed, fell back panting-close but not yet at come-pitch.....
CHAPTER FIVE
"Bess, disyeah's Alma'n Jeanette." Jake chuckled as he pushed both sisters forward into the "parlor" of the whorehouse at 73rd and Wentworth. "You fix 'em up right, lak I toldja?"
Bess Collins was a handsome, buxom octoroon of about forty, still very desirable, to white customers and Negroes alike, but now she served as Madame and only occasionally, for a special regular client, turned a trick herself. There were eight girls in the building, each with her own room; three were mulatresses, one a young octoroon of 20, and the other four were Negresses between 21 and 30.
She wore golden earrings, a tight lowcut black sequined satin dress, and her hair was cropped short in a boyish bob, curly like any white girl's. Alma found her extremely attractive, and, glancing at Jake, noted that Jake was staring at her titties in a way that presupposed he'd had his hand on them some time in the past, .and none too distant at that.
Alma and Jeanette had been given new outfits before being driven to the cathouse. Alma, her black hair falling in a ponytail-Jake had done it himself, combing it out and back and putting it through a silver barrette-was intensely desirable in a green miniskirt that rose two inches above her knees, red bolero jacket that showed off the tops of her titties and the valley, and left her midriff bare. Her stockings were dark brown clockwork, held up by purple rosette garters at the tops of her long lovely, thighs. She wore black nylon pantiebriefs that showed off the base of her ivorysheened asscheeks, and a bra of the same wispy gauzy material. Her mouth was lipsticked, sensual, and mascara had been generously applied to her eyelashes, and blue eyeshadow to the lids.
Golden-haired Jeanette, her blue eyes still red from crying at her imminent degradation, was adorable in a miniskirt of red that exposed half her thighs, which were sheathed in black nylon hose, also with purple rosettes. She wore a longsleeved blouse of sheer white nylon with Peter Pan collar, but no bra; only a pair of black nylon panties hid her charms under the "mod" outfit chosen for her.
"Wowie, Jake boy, you got taste, " Bess chuckled. "How y'all, gals? Come right dis way. Ah gots Johns waitin' in line, practically. Dey pay de full price you said, Jake."
"Wut's dat, now?"
"You knows-fifty bucks for a piece' tail, 'n a hunnerd even foah de fust man to bust dey brownhole cherries. Thirty for a plain French 'n dat all. Ruby, she my best nigger gal, she take off tanite to work as maid for Alma heah-'n Cissie, dat my good mulatto whore, she work wid Jeanette, so dey see de Johns don't cheat our new hustlers, ha ha ha!"
"Okay, you two, " Jake said, slapping each girl on the back, " go on and good luck. I'll be in to talk to you after you've handled your tricks."
"Oh please, please, " Jeanette whimpered, " I don't xxant to-oh, I'll diet-taking on nniggers for money-oh, I want to die! "
"You'll get a beltin' on de titties 'n ass 'n over youah snotty cunt from Bess if you don't stop that caterwauling, " Jake growled. "Look at your sister here, she's quiet 'n gonna mind, ain't'cha Alma girl!"
"Yes, Jake, " Alma murmured, eyes downcast, and blushing furiously.
They were led off by Bess, who chattered amiably, to their individual rooms on the top floor of the building. Ruby, a tall, wiry, but pretty-featured chocolate-colored Negro girl of 25, was waiting in the room for Alma. It had a big low wide bed, a makeup table and mirror and chair, a couch and footstool.
Jeanette, sniffling, was led by Bess into the next room, where Cissie, a mualtress of 23, with huge firm round titties and opulent bottom and light tan skin and sweet mournful features, awaited her.
Ruby, with Alma, was giving her last minute tips! " It ain't gonna be so bad, honey, if you do what the John wants. This yeah first night, ah's gonna tell you wut each John paid foah, see? Tomorrow, though, you's on your own, 'n you's to git the money first, hear? Miz' Bess, she tell you tomorrow afternoon wut de goin' rates is. Oh oh, dere's the door-guess that's youah first trick, sweetie! "
Ruby hurried to open the door to admit a burly, handsome Negro of about forty, who whispered into her ear.
"He's de man wut gonna take youah last cherry, honey. Alma, disyeah's Fred. Fred, meet Alma. Now ah gits heh ready, huh, big boy?"
Alma felt herself shuddering as the Negro, grinning at her, began to take off his clothes, already showing an enormous bulge at the fly of his trousers. He was nattily groomed, an evidence of money. Meanwhile Ruby, approaching Alma, whispered to the brunette to take off her panties but not her skirt, just slip them down and off her feet. Then she was ordered to get on all fours over the footstool.
The naked Negro advanced now, rubbing his hands in gleeful anticipation. "Okay, Ruby, disyeah's mah li'l daughter, she been a bad girl, you tell her her daddy ordah her a good fantailin' on de bare ass, " he mouthed.
Ruby bent over to whisper to Alma, who had closed her eyes, her face very red, and was trembling: "We gotta play a li'l game, honey. I gotta paddle youah bare tail a li'l, jist to git him wild, see? It'll sting some, but it'I help you take whatcha gonna hafta, git me?"
"What-what is he go-going to do, Ruby?" Alma quavered.
"He gonna put his big black dong in youah bumhole, honeychile, dat wut he paid Miz' Bess a hunnerd'n twenny-five, the extra's foah de spankin-he gotta fuck me al'il too, foah dat. Now, git ready, honey-ah try not to hurt too much."
Alma bowed her head, clenched her fists and abandoned herself. Ruby moved behind her, flipped up the miniskirt, exposing the luscious ivory bottomcheeks and the curly tendrils of Alma's cunthole and the ambery groove between those lovely bottomglobes, then bore down with her left palm and began to spank Alma's naked seat, lecturing her in this playacting role: "You gonna be naughty 'n soil youah best pahty dress again, Alma? Dere-'n dere-ah's gonna wup youah white ass till you cries 'n promises you gonna be a good sweet girl foah Daddy-dere-is you sorry you wuz so naughty, huh?"
Furious with shame at this demeaning ritual, which treated her like a little child, Alma groaned and clenched her teeth, for the slaps rained down vigorously and her beautiful ivorysheened backside soon took on a bright pink tingling hue. Ruby at last stopped, then said, "I'se sure she's gonna be good from now on, Daddy Fred."
"Den git heh brownie ready foah her Daddy, " he grunted, winking at Ruby.
The lovely mulatress now knelt down to suck his cock a little then taking a tube of vaseline, annointed his heavyheaded, thick but not too long shaft with it. Then, going to Alma and furling her skirt even higher over her back, Ruby proceeded to rub vaseline over Alma's shrinking virgin asshole.
"Be brave, gal, it don't hurt too much once it's in, " she tried to console the denuded, crouching white captive.
Now slowly, grunting with rut, Fred knelt down, gradded Alma by the waist, and crammed his prickhead against her bottom. "Ohh!" Alma cried out, glancing feverishly back.
"Open dem up foah ma whang, Ruby" Fred grumbled. Ruby hastened to bend over poor Alma's hips and, planting her palms on the pink, smarting botfomcheeks, yawned them open to expose the shrinking, twitching little pink asshole in all its virginal terror.
"Grit youah teeth, you naughty li'l gal" she hissed at Alma.
Alma, eyes tightly closed to hide her shame, did exactly that, her fists dug against the rug, to sustain herself. She felt the hot hard spearpoint of his prick cram against her tensing asshole, and Ruby whispered again, '"You gotta relax, honey, don't fight it, oah it'll take dat much longah-den he gib you a wuppin' hisself, 'cause he ready to rumble now!"
She forced herself to ease her sphincter muscles; at the same moment, her "trick" jammed forward, and his cockhead pried apart the trembling lips and entered the lobbyway of Alma's virgin bunghole.
"AHRR! OHH PLEASE, NOT TOO HARD, OH PLEASE!" Alma cried out despite herself.
"You gotta call him Daddy Fred, oah he gwine wup ass, honey, " Ruby hurriedly advised.
"Ahh-ohho-oh please be-ggentle I-I never had this before, D-Daddy Fred, " Alma sobbed. He chuckled." Yeah, ah knows-dat why ah paid dat much, I'il white gal-now ah's gonna poke out de shit ob youah sweet tight li'l asshole!"
He foraged onward, and slowly, Alma writhing and groaning, the deed was done; she felt as if a huge obstruction were reaming out her bunghole, but now the big Negro began to frig her clitoris, and soon, despite herself, she felt the whirling ecstasy of gush!
Jeanette, meanwhile, had had her honeyhole sold to a woman, a quadroon Lesbian, dressed like a man, who wore a dildo. Poor weeping Jeanette, begging for mercy in vain, was ordered to lie over Cissie's lap as the latter sat in a chair; Cissie flipped up her skirt, shucked down her panties, and paddled her pink ripe bottom cheeks till Jeanette was ready to do anything. Then, kneeling down, arms gripping Cissie's bottom, she was obliged to gamahuch Cissie while her "trick" rogered her ass hole with the dildo....
CHAPTER SIX
The week was over. Alma had taken on five clients the first night; two French jobs, two pokings, besides her loss of bumhole cherry. The second night, she'd had to accommodate ten men and a woman; six of the men had fucked her, two had wanted a French job, and then two had buggered her and made her lick them clean. The woman had wanted straight Lesbian love; she'd been a handsome Negress of 35, lean and lustful, and Alma had had to gamahuch her, then be gamahuached in turn and finally do sixty-nine with her before ending the night by belly rubbing and grinding her pussy to her client's till both came.
Jeanette, besides her bottom hole's maiden loss that first night, had had six men who'd fucked her and two who'd wanted French. One had paid an extra price to make her kneel down between his legs and suck him while he paddled her bare bottom with a flyswatter, and only the threat of a good sound switching from Bess on the pussy and titties, which Cissie had made clear, had forced the golden-haired captive to comply.
They'd written separate letters the second day of their life in a whorehouse and each girl had had to tell Lorene Davis that they were happy and thinking of eloping.
At the end of the first week, Jake came into Alma's room. "Honey, you're gonna marry me, " he said abruptly. "You'll still peddle your ass and pussy, but only to my best friends and guys I need to do business with, see?"
"Yes, darling, " Alma murmured submissively, as she knelt at his feet, took off his shoes, then opened his fly and took his cock out and began to suck it."
"Jeanette's gonna marry Jerry. He's in her room slippin' her the convincer right now, baby, " Jake sighed as he watched Alma's bowed head, reached out to caress her cheek. "You're my number one girl, though. Even Bess can't fuck the way you can, and your nearly as good a Frencher as Cissie."
"Thank you, darling. I-I love you so, Jake."
"Uh huh. I love you too, baby. Ain't you glad I had you snatched?"
Alma looked up, her heart in her eyes as she cupped his thick prick in one soft hand. "Oh yes. . know what I'd love?"
"Wut dat, gal?"
"To-to go through all of it all over again. To be stripped and fucked and forced-oooh, the thought of it just thrills me."
"Well now, " he chuckled, "tomorrow night, after Reverend Fuller make us man'n wife, I's gonna hab all the boys in to the honeymoon night, 'n we'll jist do 'zactly dat! "
