"Black Daddy" held onto his gang by giving them more wild kicks than they could find for themselves. His specialty was finding young innocent girls that he and his men could teach to humble themselves to the awesome power of a raging cock!
Gangs had been roaming the streets for years in their town, but until then, they had stuck to their own neighborhoods. Now the gang had a new leader, called "Black Daddy," and he ran things his own way.
His pet peeve with the world was that the middleclass seemed to be above all passions like lust and violence. And so, he made it his career to bring them down to his own level.
Roaming the streets at night, he and his men picked out and kidnapped young girls to be taken to hideaways where they employed every sexual perversion known to man to degrade and humiliate them.
Every so often they were sarcastically pleased to find that the girls turned out to be not too much different than themselves in their lusts and the depths of their passions.
For their victims they chose the most innocent of young girls they could find and were not surprised if, before they were through, the girls turned out to be hot-blooded, passionate women of the highest order.
CHAPTER ONE
Wendy Jackson, age fifteen, knew very well that she should not have stopped with Rebecca for cokes after the movie. Her parents had always warned her to come straight home, her mother saying carefully that a good young lady had to be cautious at all times. But Wendy always told her that she was a hysterical neurotic and afraid of her own shadow.
After all, they did live in a good middle-class neighborhood and had lived there for most of Wendy's life. She knew the faces of every neighbor on the street, and even recognized the local postman and milkman. There had been stories lately in the paper about teenage gangs roaming through their town, but it all was happening on the other side of the tracks, in the poor section.
Nothing much ever happened in a good middle-class neighborhood! Rebecca lived exactly three blocks and one house from her own, so what could possibly happen in such a short distance, even if it was 11:30?
Rebecca and she had gotten into a pretty heavy discussion about sex and their changing bodies. While Wendy was still a virgin, and kind of shy when it came to petting with the boys at school, Rebecca seemed to be very brave and already had several tales of time spent in the back seats of the cars of some of the school seniors.
She had lost her virginity about a month before, and was now very anxious to tell Wendy all about it. So how could Wendy have passed up the coke and a chance for a great story like that? If she could tell her parents about it, which she couldn't, she was sure they'd understand.
It had turned out to be a great story, full of moans, groans and several graphic descriptions of balls and very large, stiff penises. Now as she went over the story with great relish in her mind, she didn't take any notice that it had started to rain.
In seconds it was coming down hard. A gush of wet wind smacked against her face, making her lose her breath. While the rain itself was not too heavy, the wind was a twisting one, cutting at her body from all directions. Just minutes ago, she had felt perfectly safe to be walking the few blocks to her home.
But the windy rain had changed the whole appearance of what should have been a familiar neighborhood. At that moment she would have had to agree that it might be dangerous for a young girl alone to be walking the streets.
Wendy told herself that she had no reason to be afraid. The night might have gotten a little gloomy, but if she really concentrated, she would be able to see that the neighborhood had not really changed at all. She tried to get her mind back to the point in her friend's story where the boy was about to plunge his erect cock into her twitching cunt. Even the new language she had heard that night was exciting. Now that Rebecca had gone through it and survived, Wendy began to think that maybe she should not be so afraid of boys. She was hearing more and more stories like tonight's all the time, and Wendy was beginning to wonder if maybe she was the only virgin left in the crowd.
Still, she felt good. She felt like she was becoming more of a woman every day. After all, it was only a short hop from thinking about sex to actually having it. So what if it was dark and gloomy out. Tonight she was feeling on top of the world, so much, in fact, that she was sure she could beat the hell out of a mugger if he dared to bother her.
All too often she had felt lonely and depressed walking home at night. But tonight she was finally beginning to feel that there would be hope for her. She would find the right guy, just as her girlfriends, and she would gladly give up her virginity to him.
She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice her shoes were starting to slog from-the puddles. Putting her hand to her face to wipe the hair out of her eyes, she felt it come away wet. A glance in a car mirror told her that her hair was clinging to her head like a skullcap.
Wendy laughed at the dripping image of herself. She looked like a witch! But there wasn't anyone out for her to scare. The streets were deserted.
In a neighborhood like hers, they went to sleep early, even on a Friday night. All the lights were out, including the porch lights. Except for the sound of her squishing shoes, the only thing she heard was the clatter of tin cans as they were blown against cars by the wind.
There were hints of noises coming from other directions, but the sounds were hollow, as if they were at quite a distance. The very fact of the space between them, only served to make the silence where she walked all the more sinister.
She was starting to feel a little tense, and began to tell herself little stories about the houses she passed in order to pass the time. There was an old couple living here, and this was the man who did all his own gardening. If she somehow managed to get to the corner, she would see that big bay window that was a showcase for a beautiful white piano.
Then, ahead of her about half a block or so, she saw three boys, or were they men, walking towards her down the street. Were there only three, or a few more behind them? It was hard to tell as they were all wearing black.
Now panic began to take hold of her. She had read all the stories about the tough punks that roamed the streets in the bad part of town and her mother had told her over again to make sure that she knew. They were the kind of guys always out for thrills they could only get by beating someone's head in or raping their victims, male or female.
Like everyone else, she really knew that it could be dangerous to walk the streets alone at night. But she wasn't any different from the rest of the world in, thinking that things like that only happened to other people. They could never happen to her. She had never believed that she would actually come face to face with a street gang.
Still, she fought to remain calm. The best thing to do was look for a place to run or for someone to get help from. There was no one on the streets except herself and the gang. All the houses were dark, locked and bolted. A neighborhood like this was famous for ignoring screams for help, so there was no use in trying that. Suddenly she realized that she had never felt more alone.
Panic would do her no good. Running would show fright. Where had she heard that you never showed fear to your assailant? She began to walk very fast, the wind whipping her coat open so that her clothes began to get wet.
She tried to cross the street and keep on walking, but they saw her strategy and crossed also. Now her only alternative was to turn around and start going the other way. It was only a block and a half to Rebecca's. A block and a half used to be a short distance.
Was there a little crosspath to the other side between those two houses? No, it was a dead-end. A dark alley that led to a brick wall. That would be the perfect place to wind up. If she went in there she would have set herself up perfectly for their attack.
Wendy turned back to the street again and began to walk as quickly as she could. If she ran, they would surely rush her and every second that she remained ahead of them was another second that a car might pass or someone might appear on the street.
From the back recesses of her mind she remembered reading that the gang did more than rape and beat their victims, they usually killed them. Rape plus a mugging was certainly nothing to look forward to, but death was something she dared not even think about.
There was a thumping of boots behind her. They were getting very close! Chains rattling? Did she really hear chains? Her imagination? No, there it was again. She was quickly being pushed to absolute terror.
No way of telling how far behind they were, but she didn't dare look around. They had to be pretty close. She could hear breathing and muttering, but she couldn't turn her head.
Then an arm reached out and a voice grunted in her ear.
"Don't make a move or we'll drop you here, baby."
"Here's Jack with the car. Get her in."
"Okay, here's your chauffeur, duchess. Get in if you know what's good for you."
Wendy was too terrified to do anything but what she was told. A blindfold was tied around her eyes, and she was roughly shoved into the back seat of a car. It didn't seem like they had gone very far before the car stopped and she was dragged out by both arms.
The unknown arms took her into a hallway, closed a door and led her up an endless flight of stairs. Terrified beyond all reason, she started to scream, but her mouth was immediately smashed closed by a heavy palm.
Another door opened. There was a rush of stale, musty air and the sound of many pairs of boots tramping into the room behind her. She was picked up and thrown onto something that felt like a bed. Then the blindfold was taken off.
Wendy rubbed her eyes for a moment, looked around, and screamed at the top of her lungs. She was in a filthy tenement room on a stained mattress and surrounded by a gang of Blacks, Puerto Ricans and rowdy Whites. One tough stood out immediately as the obvious leader.
He stood before her, posed in the traditional manner of the male warrior with legs spread apart and beefy black hands on his hips. The big guy was the very meaning of the term Black Buck: Wendy guessed that he had to be at least six foot three and built like a linebacker.
His face was twisted in an arrogant leer, but Wendy felt that if they were alone and she weren't terrified, she might possibly call him fairly good-looking.
His head was shaved, on top of which he wore a World War II Captain's hat. Under his broad, African nose, he sported a bushy mustache. The other boys in the crowd were wearing T-shirts and jeans as he was, with "War Lords" painted on the front and back of leather jackets.
None looked any too clean, and all looked menacing. Unconsciously, she clutched her skirted legs together, protecting her virginity from the leering faces and prying eyes that surrounded her. She was grateful that so far none of them had made any moves towards her. They seemed to be hanging around and waiting for some sort of instructions from their leader.
"I'm Black Daddy, baby. That's what my men call me."
"How do you do, Mr. Black. Or should I call you Daddy?"
"That's pretty sharp for a nice, little, white girl. I expected you to snivel a little more. I don't know if I'm pleased or disappointed."
Wendy was trying desperately to brazen the whole thing out. Some of the boys did not seem to be much older than she was. Maybe it would be possible to reason with them. And if that didn't work she might try some of her recently acquired charm. That usually worked when she needed something from one of the boys at school.
The instinct for survival was forcing her into a state of calm, and her mind raced ahead of their obvious intentions. She had to be prepared with an answer for everything. That would be her only chance to stay alive.
Logic told her that she stood a better chance of getting out of the room if she did nothing to antagonize them. But her intellect told her that it would be very difficult for left it with her virginity. The odds were much too great against that.
"Glad to see you're not going to hassle us."
"Yeah, we'd hate to mess up that pretty face."
"Find out how old she is."
"What the hell is the difference?"
"Got a hunch we've got a cherry."
"How old, sister?"
"Fifteen."
"Ever had a cock?"
"Does it make any difference?"
"Never can tell."
"I'm a virgin. Do you think I might be allowed to leave in the same condition?"
"Well have to take a vote. Anybody ever tell you this is a democratic country?"
"Okay. Now pay attention. Turns out we got ourselves a cherry. All in favor of breaking it, say "aye."
The crowd broke into a cheer with a great deal of whistling and catcalls. Wendy looked around the room and wondered which one of them would be given the dubious honor. Most likely it would be "Black Daddy."
Wendy cringed as she looked him over while his head was turned in the direction of the boys. Even if he should decide to be gentle with her, which she was certain would not happen, she was sure that she would be in for quite a painful experience.
Knowing that the odds were very much against her being able to change her fate, Wendy decided to brazen it out.
"Any chance of you guys going easy on me?" '
"That all depends on how much you cooperate with us."
"Ask her if she's got any money or junk."
"Girls like her don't usually carry stuff. You don't have any ups or downs, do you?"
"If I knew what they were I might be able to answer you."
"Pills, baby."
"No, I don't take drugs."
"Didn't think you did. What about cash? Or is that against your religion?"
'There's about two dollars and some change."
"Get it, Jocko."
"Yessir!"
"That should keep us in beer while we go on with the festivities." Then the Spanish-looking boy called Jocko went tramping down the stairs to return a few minutes later with several cartons of beer. These were handed out to the boys who had taken off their jackets and were sitting and standing all along the walls of the room.
The group reminded Wendy more of a bunch of teenagers in a theater waiting for the movie to start then a gang getting ready to rape her. She wondered how they all managed to stay so calm. Her own heart was threatening to explode! But then, this was the first time she had been kidnapped off a street and no doubt, they had done that sort of thing before.
"Get her coat off."
"She looks kind of good, don't she?"
"I like her boobs. They're kind of big for her age."
"I like that blonde hair. Don't see much hair like that on our side of the tracks."
"What I like is still covered up. Let's get the rest of her clothes off."
"Take it easy. There's plenty of time for everything. I like the clothes you got on, baby. Especially the blouse. It's nice and low. I can see those great tits of yours without much trouble. Bend over a little more. Ahh, very nice."
"Look, I'm not kicking and screaming because I don't see any point in it. So why don't we just get this thing over with so I can get home. My folks must be out of their minds with worry."
"I think she's in a hurry to sample our meat, boys."
The big, black dude laughed, enjoying her squirming with anxiety. His eyes gleamed, knowing what he would soon be doing to her untouched body. He began moving in her direction, and stopped when he was within reach of her trembling body. He cocked his head sideways and spit his words right into her face.
"You're kind of snotty, ain't you. Sitting there thinking we're not even good enough to lick your toes. Guess you need to be knocked down a few pegs. Well, you will be before this night is over."
"What you planning?"
Black Daddy answered with a lecherous laugh. Then he reached out and cupped one of her tits, squeezing it with a great deal of force. Wendy winced from the pain. Looking down and seeing the black hand on her body made her feel like she needed to retch.
But she forced herself to control, making her body rigid and letting him have his way. A hand that size would certainly leave quite a bruise on her face and she hoped to leave the room with no marks.
Soon he tired of working over only one tit and moved his hand to the other, mauling it in the same way. From behind him, there were catcalls and the crowd seemed to be edging its way closer to the front of the room.
"What's that like? Any falsies in there?"
"Nope. It's all her and mighty nice."
He reached down the front of her blouse, forcing his big paw between her bra and her naked skin. As soon as he found her nipple, he began to roll it between his thumb and his forefinger.
Wendy twitched under his touch, feeling humiliated at being manhandled and in front of a large crowd. But something else was happening. He was not being too rough with her and the light pressure on her nipple was feeling good.
But in order to get his hand in deep enough to work on her breasts like that, he'd had to move even closer to her and a stale smell of sweat and unwashed clothes came wafting to her nose.
"Okay, enough with the games. Let's get on with it."
"Yeah, my hard-on is starting to hurt."
"Action. Let's see some action!"
"Can't hold them back much longer. If you don't want all of us climbing over you at the same time you better follow orders. That way it will only be me."
"At least for the first time."
"Pipe down back there. No need in scaring the shit out of her. We'll get some better action this way."
"Yeah. Remember the last one when we let you take over. You beat up that broad so much that all we had was dead meat when it came our turn to fuck her."
She could tell that those words were certainly the truth. They seemed to be ignoring her as they spoke, as if she were a pet dog or a piece of furniture. But the meaning was all too clear. The gang saw nothing wrong with beating a girl senseless.
"Okay, time to get the show started. Strip!"
"But-but couldn't the others leave the room?"
"You modest? Don't worry, you'll get over that by the time the first ten or so of us hump it to you."
Digesting his last remark was as far as her courage could take her. She had been fooling herself, saying to her mind that the leader would rape her and that would be the end of it. But the hungry leers on the rest of the faces around the room were saying something else.
She hoped that she would mercifully black out from the first pain of it and then might be spared watching the long line of boys, hard-ons, standing in front of them, as they waited to get into her cunt. Wendy concentrated on this terrifying thought for a few seconds too long, and was distracted from it by a stinging smack across the side of her face.
"You were ordered to strip! Get with it!"
Wendy decided that it was best to obey. But her hands were shaking so much that she was only able to do it in a very slow manner. As she took off each piece, she folded it and placed it on the edge of the mattress, hoping she would be able to leave the room at least looking half-way decent.
But as the clothing came off, one piece at a time, the crowd became ever more restless and the big, black stud's eyes began to glitter. He was becoming impatient, and began to grab the clothes out of her hand after she got out of them and threw them to the floor in a heap.
When she got down to her white, cotton panties, the boys fell into an uproar of laughter as they viewed the virginal undergarments. These "Black Daddy" snatched away and held them up to the gang as they cheered and stamped their feet. To take the panties off she had to stand up. Once she was totally nude she tried to sit down on the mattress again. But "Black Daddy" would not allow it.
He was acting the role of the slave driver and wanted her to stand in front of his men and turn around so he could show off the great prize he had brought for their mutual entertainment. The quickened pace of their excited breathing was so drastic that she could actually hear it coming at her from all sides of the room.
She felt as if they were all going to pounce on her at any second, but when the leader continued to just stand there and look at her while his men stamped their feet, she started to feel a little hopeful. Maybe it would just be a game with them after all, and once they humiliated her, they would let her go.
That hope was eliminated quickly.
"Still afraid to let me touch you?"
"Well, yes."
"Tell you what. I might just not lay a hand on you. Or a prick either."
"You mean it?"
"Yep. I'm gonna give you a special treat, baby. I'm gonna let you take your own cherry."
"What?"
"You ever play with yourself?"
"No."
"Then we're gonna give you a little education. Jocko, where's the fruit bowl?"
"Coming up, boss."
The boys had raided a fruit stand earlier in the day, just for kicks, and had loaded up a plastic sack with all kinds of fruits and vegetables. "Black Daddy" rummaged through the sack very thoughtfully for a while. The boys were whispering and laughing to each other. One of them pointed from the sack to Wendy, then fell over on his back and kicked up his feet in a fit of laughter.
Wendy didn't understand one bit of what was going on, but she knew that she probably wouldn't be enjoying it as much as they were. Finally, after a great deal of fuss, the big boss selected one banana and a very large cucumber from the sack. Wendy got the message and began to shake with freight. She clenched her hands over her untouched love mound and held on for dear life.
"That isn't going to help you."
"Please don't! Not like that!"
"Would you prefer my using my big rammer on you?"
"No."
"Then lay down and spread your legs like a good girl."
She was now too frightened to obey, and it took a hard shove with both of his beefy hands to get her into the position. Wendy fell over on her back, and her legs spread from the force of the push. Before she had a chance to clench them together, he had shoved a fist between her legs and kept them spread.
Wendy cringed at the foreign touch on her sensitive thighs, eyeing the large pieces of fruit in his other hand with abject terror. There was no way she would be able to get either one of those things into her little slit without hurting herself. If she could not make herself go through with it and the big hand now jammed against her leg had to do it for her, the pain was sure to be far worse.
"You don't have to hold me down like this. I promise I won't fight you. Just let me do it myself. All right?"
"Black Daddy" took his hands away from the girl and watched to see if she would bolt and run. But she merely put her head down on the mattress and her hands at her sides like a willing victim on a sacrificial altar.
"I think you can start with the banana. It's not as wide, but it is a little longer. No telling how high up that cherry is."
Then he pressed it right at the start of her cunt and ordered her to take the banana in her hand. Wendy did as she was told, but held the awesome thing away from her body. She had always enjoyed bananas as one of her favorite fruits, but she knew that from this moment on she would never be able to even look at one without becoming nauseated. "Black Daddy" snapped his fingers at one of the men.
"Chair! Put it here."
A chair was immediately brought to him and-he sat facing her, but a little off to the side so that he wouldn't block the view of the others.
"Okay, baby. I'll guess that you just don't know how to go about this. So I'm going to teach you. You take that thing in your hand and you push it into your slit. You keep on pushing until you hit what you think is a wall, only it's your cherry. Well, when you get there you start ramming hard. Then, before you know it, you're in! You might even get to like it after that. Why, you might just thank us for showing you how."
"Yes, man! We are going to teach you how to fuck yourself like a champ."
"He said she'll thank us. I know just how I'm going to have her thank me."
"Shut your trap back there. We're ready to start the show."
Then "Black Daddy" assumed a very arrogant air and crossed his arms in front of him. While the sight of her lush, virginal body had turned him on tremendously, something about her upper-class air had angered him. Now, more than his desire to plunge his cock into her, was his desire to humiliate her as deeply as possible. The method he had chosen was one hell of a turn-on for him, as it would be so very perverted to her mind.
He reasoned that a girl of her sheltered background would never have heard of masturbation with dildoes and substitutes like fruit. After all, he had not been elected leader of the gang for nothing! He had gotten to the top of the heap by being the best fighter, the sharpest crook and, the best thinker in the pack.
None of them would have been able to come up with something like this. They had been trained through many a brawl not to question him, but he was sure they were wondering if their cocks were going to see any action. "Black Daddy" had the whole thing planned out. He was going to save them all some work by having her break her own cherry. Then the way would be clear for the rest of them to fuck her.
He had something special in mind for himself. She had a very pretty mouth and he dug the sweet voice and her well-mannered speech. The place his low-class, hard-fucking cock belonged was between those pretty lips.
Right now he would just sit back and enjoy the fun of having her degrade herself in front of the entire crew. The terrified look in her eyes, the look of a girl who wished she had a hole to crawl into and pull the ground over her, told him that his strategy had been the best possible.
Wendy looked at the piece of fruit with an expression of utter disgust. Curiously, she wondered if the fruit had at least been washed. If the whole thing weren't so horrible she could have laughed, as many was the time she looked at bananas in the fridge and wondered if they would feel anything like a prick in her hole.
All this time she had been more than just a little envious of her friends with their lovers and had felt that itching sensation in her crotch whenever she thought of them in bed together. Yes, she had wanted to feel something long and hard in her cunt for a long time, but this was never the way she wanted it to be.
There was a good possibility that she might injure herself or wind up with an infection. If there was only a way that she could get out of it. But the look in the gang leader's eyes told her that it was best not to even mention the subject. He meant to have her do it and he had plenty of muscle sitting in the back of the room to be sure that his will was imposed.
If it had to be, then Wendy became determined to have it over with as quickly as possible.
"We're all waiting. Do you want me to start it off for you?"
"No! Don't touch me. I'll do it myself."
As soon as the slick thing touched the delicate membranes of her vaginal skin, she became nauseated and turned her head in an effort to gag. "Black Daddy" reached over and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back into position.
"Don't change your mind now."
Wendy closed her eyes and willed her hand to keep on moving the fruit into her body. It hurt! She had to spread her thighs wider in an effort to feel a little more comfortable. But in so doing she also gave the black buck an excellent view or what was happening in her snatch.
"Hey, look! It's getting in there!"
The gang began to cheer and yell out obscene terms which they thought would encourage her, but they only made her cry. She tried to blink back the tears, but the more she tried, the harder they seemed to come down.
She stopped, letting her hands fall to her sides, the banana's tip still stuck just inside the outer lips of her cunt. She was crying bitterly and helpless to maker herself continue the brave charade any longer.
"Looks like you need some help after all."
"No! Please!"
He was on the mattress with her in a flash, and his hand was gripping the banana. With one swift lunge he shoved the thing half-way into her body, tearing open her virginal barrier and pushing it inside. She screamed! Then for a few seconds she blacked out.
"There! You're all set now. You should be able to go on from here."
Wendy was aware of blood seeping down her thighs and onto the mattress, but she was afraid to move her head. She also felt something else, and it was that particular feeling that was confusing her. She as beginning to feel heat rising inside her cunt.
It was only a low-key feeling, but Wendy was afraid that it might continue to build as the self-inflicted fucking continued. What if once she actually got to the part of really fucking with it, that it actually felt good? If it produced sensations of pleasure, pleasure she had never known, then she might lose all control and they would see she was enjoying it.
How else could they know that although it was happening by their force, she was actually fulfilling one of her own erotic daydreams? Just the thought that she was actually going to enjoy being their sexual victim made her hate herself. She knew that she was as much the victim of her own sexual weakness as of their power over her.
She reminded herself that there were at least fifteen boys in the room and that she should be revolted by what she was doing in front of them. But as the banana sank deeper into her vaginal channel, she knew that there was no use fighting the growing sense of need she was feeling down there.
"Black Daddy," grinned silently to himself. Now that he had gotten her started, the lovely, young girl was certainly allowing the banana to plunge deeper into her than he had expected. He had more or less only intended it as a beginning, never expecting her to go ahead with it.
But now as he watched the first signs of an awakening sexuality, his own cock began to stir. It was exciting to see that, in spite of her own modesty and current surroundings. She was starting to get off on it!
He noticed that the little girl might very well turn out to be a hot bitch before they let her go. It was obvious that she was starting to get hot from the fruit. He decided not to make any comments out loud that would distract her, letting her get some enjoyment as long as the gang did, too.
Instead, he whispered to her, in a confiding tone as if he were her friend, and wanted none of the crowd to hear.
"That thing is in about as far as it will go, baby. Just pull it out nice and slow so you can get used to it. Then you can push it in again. In and out, nice and slow. That's the way, baby."
Wendy could not control the urge to follow "Black Daddy's" whispered instructions. She pulled the banana back out about halfway, then started to push it in again. Finding that the sensation was not an unpleasant one, she repeated the same procedure and discovered that it felt even better.
In fact, each time she pulled it out and pushed it in again, the feeling of pleasure became a little more intense. It was no longer necessary for the leader to coax her along, but in order to keep face with the group he began to make little comments.
"You can really fuck yourself good with a thing like that. How does it feel?"
"Ummmmmm."
"Don't bother. You don't have to say anything. I can tell that you like it! Try this. Now that you're broken, the cucumber will feel better."
As the cucumber was an exceptionally large size and very wide, "Black Daddy" was certain that it would bring her to a quick orgasm. Wendy cursed herself for letting her free hand reach out for the big thing while her other hand plunged the banana in even deeper.
Now, with the new instrument of pleasure clenched tightly in her hand, she pulled the blood-covered banana out of her slit and plunged the cucumber right in.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
She was grunting now, as her body adjusted to that added width and depth of the new fucking tool. She wished with all her might that the entire gang would disappear and she could continue to ram herself with the green dildo. She realized that her speed was picking up now, but she was not conscious of having made it happen.
As hard as she tried to control her emotions they carried her away with them. There was moisture building within her and Wendy could tell that this time it was more than just blood seeping down her thighs.
It was the kind of lubrication that her friend had described. Now she understood exactly what was meant by passion juice. The higher her sense of pleasure the more juice. There would be an orgasm! That she knew for sure. She had heard it described so many times!
Wendy's frightened breathing had turned to the ragged rasping of passion. It was difficult to get the air in and out of her lungs and her mouth had gone so dry that she was sure the leader had to notice. She was right.
"Listen to her pant. I think she's really ready."
"You see that you move out of the way when she comes. We all want to get a good view of that."
"Amen, brother."
"Yeah."
"Solid, man!"
She hated them all for what they had forced her to do. But she also realized that she hated them for staying around to see it. Nevertheless, it was impossible to stop her hand from plunging the cucumber faster and faster into her hungry cunt.
Her moans were getting to be so loud that a hush went over her audience as if they all knew what was going on inside her body and they were riding along with it in their minds.
While she was aware that the entire crowd was breathlessly watching her every move, Wendy was too far gone to stop what she was doing. As the first waves of her impending orgasm began to crash over every nerve in her body she quickly forgot there was even anyone else in the room.
All she could think of was the new, wonderfully exciting feeling that was going on inside her body. Behind her tightly closed eyelids, bright colors exploded. Suddenly her entire body convulsed and the first gusher of come erupted!
She arched her body up towards the ceiling and banged the cucumber heavily into herself. Her body was immediately shot through with a searing pain, but it was washed away immediately by another flowing of her come. This exchange only incited her further and she pulled the vegetable out full length, only to plunge it into herself again with full force.
This last time brought her to the peak of her orgasm. In a few more moments the last tremors of orgasm had subsided and she lay in an exhausted stillness.
Again she began to cry. She was far more ashamed now than she had been when she was first told to get undressed. To her complete humiliation, she had been made to show all of them that she could sink to the lowest levels of depravity, the levels at which they thrived.
She rolled her body into the fetal position and wished fervently that she could somehow die. Wendy willed her mind to stop functioning and so she barely heard the leader speak.
"Man! Was that, beautiful! I haven't seen that hot a cunt on any broad!"
"We gotta hang on to this one "Blackie". We could really have us one hell of a time."
"I was thinking that."
"Maybe she would go for the real thing. I got a cock that is just aching to get in there. What do you say, boss?"
"Hang on to your drawers. Give her a chance to get herself together. Or would you rather have a dead fish on your hands?"
"Hey, if I didn't know better I would say you're getting to dig this chick."
"Watch it, pal. Ill put you through the wall."
While the argument was going on around her, Wendy just lay where she was. She was the picture of dejection. As the pleasurable sensations subsided from her body, she became aware of a painful throbbing in her cunt.
She knew that she must have done some damage to herself in the fury of the final moments. The cucumber was still lying by her side and she brushed it off to the mattress, not even blinking as it fell to the floor.
Then she mustered up the last vestiges of her strength and turned herself so that her back was to the gang. She did her best to pretend that she was no longer living. There was some bustling going on behind her, and a great deal of whispering, but Wendy didn't much care. If they were getting ready to slit her throat it was just fine with her.
Finally, her curiosity got to her and she turned around to see what was going on. She opened her eyes to the sight of the black leader unzipping his pants and pulling out what seemed like the most tremendous erection in the world.
Her eyes wide with terror and frightened fascination, she starred at the huge thing. It was rigid and stood straight out from his body, pointing right at her like a loaded gun, ready to go off at any second. Beneath the menacing stalk hung a pair of black, hairy balls that swung every time he made the slightest move.
If she had been frightened before, she was out of her mind with horror now. Somehow, she had felt all along that they would expect only one thing of her and then she would be set free. After her session with the fruit. Wendy expected to have her clothes thrown at her and asked to leave. But it had to be only wishful thinking. She should have know there would be no escape before the big, black guy had gotten his jollies.
"Black Daddy" was staring down at her and rubbing his cock frantically to keep it in a constant state of readiness.
"My turn, baby. Suck!"
Wendy's whole face twisted with emotional pain, but she had no will to resist. She had some idea of what she was expected to do as she had heard about it so many times from her friends. They all thought it was quite a kick to go down on their boyfriends' pricks, but looking at the huge, black thing throbbing in front of her face, Wendy could not see how they managed to put all that flesh into their mouths.
She made one honest attempt to get her face close to the big prick, but recoiled with disgust when she inhaled the sweat of his body. "Black Daddy" grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her forward, pulling her so roughly that she fell to the ground on her knees before him.
"That's right where you belong. Now open your mouth and take it in before I knock your teeth out."
"Why don't you let us work her over a little so she'll be happy to oblige you."
"She'll be happy to oblige. Right?"
He hefted his weapon up until it was in a straight line with her mouth, then pressed the tip against her lips until they were pried open. Wendy gagged, but the hard thing against her teeth hurt so much that she was forced to open her mouth.
As soon as he saw his way in, he immediately began to shove his cock between her teeth. Quite by accident, her tongue brushed against it and he stopped pushing and started moaning.
"That's the way, you sweet cocksucker! Flick your tongue all over my meat! Suck, baby! If you do a good job we might just let you go."
It almost sounded as if the leader might be telling the truth. Now that her mouth had adjusted to the intrusion of the big thing she decided to move her mouth and head back and forth on it figuring that the faster the pace, the faster he would come and then be through with her.
She had to put one hand on his tool in order to steady herself. Then she began to bob her head up and down on it with a rapid motion, flicking her tongue every so often across the tip, as he had seemed to enjoy it so much.
He continued to grunt and groan quite a bit as he had begun as soon as his shaft went into her mouth. But the sounds kept getting louder and more insistent as the minutes ticked by. Pretty soon he was humping himself forward and then he put his hands on her head and began to yank at her hair.
"Any second. It's gonna happen!"
Wendy began to work frantically on his cock, wanting to get it all over with as quickly as possible. She still believed that the black gang leader would keep his word after he had shot his load.
His load! What was she supposed to do with it!? There was no time to make any plans. He was grunting like a pig and grinding his hips right into her face. She knew that he was trying to shove even more of his meat into her mouth, but she was able to get past that by closing her lips tightly.
In just a few seconds her efforts were rewarded with a massive explosion of cream that went shooting right down her throat. As it turned out there had been no decision for her to make. All she could do was swallow hard and try her best to keep from choking.
He continued to hold her head smack against his belly until the last drops of his come had been poured down her throat. Again, she tried to pretend that she really wasn't there, but it just did not work. The gang was clapping and whistling, stamping their feet and yelling for an "encore."
It was possible that she had signed her own death warrant, by getting him to come in her mouth. Now they all wanted the same thing!
"You are some hell of a bitch. If I hadn't seen the blood, I wouldn't have believed you were a virgin. Damn if you didn't suck every last drop of the come out of me."
Then he turned to the gang, took a bow, and waved graciously in her direction.
"Anybody interested in taking seconds?"
"I'm your lieutenant, so I got a right."
"Anybody want to challenge Jocko to the next turn?"
The room was silent. Jocko was known as a hit man, since he enjoyed drawing blood as much as they enjoyed getting laid. An argument with him one minute might lead to a knife in the back the next. So there was not a single challenge from anyone.
By the time Jocko got up to the front of the room, his large cock already sticking out, Wendy was trembling.
Wendy couldn't help thinking that she was every bit as naive as her friends claimed. To have thought she would get out of that room without having to go through the entire crowd could only be the workings of a fogged brain.
So great was Jocko's lust for the girl that he almost knocked "Black Daddy" out of his chair as he advanced. He grabbed his cock and waved it under her nose..
'Take a good look. This is what you're going to get next."
Wendy tried to swallow hard, then licked her sticky mouth. She closed her eyes and opened her lips, preparing herself for the next attack. But Jocko only stood over her and laughed.
"You think all you get to do is suck us off? I'm going to give you a real honor. I'm going to give you the honor of being screwed into the mattress by yours truly."
"You heard what the man said. Get up off your knees and onto the bed."
"No, please! I just can't stand it."
"You won't have to stand it, baby. This is one that you can take lying down."
Still, Wendy refused to budge. She had gotten her second wind now and was starting to fight back.
"This is where I get off. I've had it."
"Not yet!"
With that, Jocko picked her up and threw her on the bed. Then he began coming towards her again. Wendy was furious with herself for not putting up more of a protest. But the big thing in the Puerto Rican's hand was becoming fascinating to her. She began to actually feel a desire for the lanky boy to climb on top of her.
She looked straight at his big tool and told herself that if fruits and vegetables had felt that good, then a real prick was bound to feel terrific. The fact that his body was long and angular made his prick look almost tremendous.
The juices were beginning to flow down her thighs once more. Now she recognized it for what it was. Plain lust! While she tried to salve her conscience by telling herself that she had no choice but to submit to being raped by the Puerto Rican, the wetness in her crotch was saying something else. In her heart she knew that if he did not take her now, she might just sit up and ask for it.
"Big Daddy" had been thinking of working himself up and then taking her cunt. He had wanted to be the first man in there, but even though he was the leader, he knew that it would be wise to let Jocko have his way.
There would have been no way to keep Jocko from mounting her even if the whole fucking army tried. Wendy, meanwhile, was aching to have it in her and had spread her legs for him. With a twisted leer on his face he dropped his pants, hopped on the bed and quickly mounted her. His cock made instant contact with her pussy.
"Ummmmmmmm."
The moan was crushed right out of her body as she clung to his pressing body. Jocko sensed her urge to be fucked and pushed hard into her, forcing almost the entire length of his prick into her cunt with one swift motion.
Wendy screamed, but it was a mixed bag to her. There was a great deal of pain, but this time there was immediate pleasure.
Once more Jocko pressed down into her, burying his tool even deeper. Wendy was already spinning.
"More. I want more!"
"Did I hear right? Say it again. Say it loud!"
"Please. Don't make me!"
"Say it loud or I'll take it away."
With tears of shame streaming down her face, Wendy opened her mouth and raised her voice loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
"Ohhhh, baby! Is this ever the tightest hole I've ever been in."
He pounded furiously into her with a thrusting that made her grunt and sob as her body was rocked all over. He was fucking her too hard to keep himself going for very long, as Jocko was not out to score points for style. He was only out to get his rocks off and that was something he was coming very close to achieving.
Jocko gripped her by the shoulders and started slamming away at her even harder. He knew that he was going to come at any second and he wanted to make the most of what little time he had left. But Wendy couldn't have cared less. Her own come was building rapidly within her belly and boiled right over the top before she had a chance to take another deep breath. Even as she came, digging her nails into his back, she was sobbing into his ear.
"Please don't stop! More!"
He was just about at his limit before shooting, but he rammed her now as if he wanted to kill her, taking out all the rage of his life on her gyrating cunt. Jocko pushed his hands under her ass and lifted her each time he slammed in.
But instead of fighting the brutal assault, Wendy lifted her body even higher, begging him to fuck her even harder.
Jocko felt like he was going to black out! His breath was so short that his chest hurt. Before he could make even one more lunge, his cock began to shoot and he fell on top of her. Their bodies twitched and jerked.
Wendy clung to his body, sobbing her heart out and not even knowing why. Then she looked at the Latin face and greasy hair and really began to cry. In one night the gang had taken a clean, innocent girl and turned her into a filthy, depraved whore.
Jocko pulled out of her and sat by the edge of the bed along with "Black Daddy." Since she wasn't saying anything, they decided that her tortured sobbing was the result of a great deal of pain and internal damage. Awkwardly, they tried to comfort her.
She had been so sweet and they had no real desire to hurt her past the point of getting their sexual kicks. And she had plenty of time to study their faces, and remember them down to the last detail. So they awkwardly tried to comfort her, but their efforts made her cry harder.
Before the gang could say anything about wanting their nexts, "Black Daddy" ordered them all on their feet and they scrambled out of the room with "Black Daddy" and Jocko at the end of the line.
Together they made one last try to get her collected.
"What's wrong? It's all over. Everyone is gone. There won't be no more fucking so you can leave when you want."
"Go to hell. Why don't you two get out of here and leave me alone to die in peace."
Then she turned on her stomach and began to cry. They were all for running out of the room and leaving her. But if she wandered downstairs she would see the address and from there was only a short stop to the precinct. No, they had to calm her down, get her dressed and out of there so they could drop her off somewhere in her neighborhood.
That way she would have no way of knowing where she was and no way to get back to them. It would be easy to stay away from the area where she lived.
She was still crying and it was starting to get on Jocko's nerves. He picked her head up and smacked her. The smack was sufficiently hard and snapped her out of it for a few seconds.
"You stop that before I really give you something to cry about."
He had bellowed the words into her ear. The undisguised threat made her calm down. In another few seconds the tears stopped.
"Now dry your eyes and get your clothes on. Me and Jocko will drop you off near your house."
"But remember that we know where to find you even if you can't find us. So if any cops start roaming around well know you sent them and we'll come get you"
Saying nothing, Wendy sat up on the mattress and started getting dressed. She took a tissue out of her purse and dabbed at the blood on her legs. It was all caked and she had to dip the tissue into a can of beer to wash herself.
Then she continued to dress. She had very little trouble until she put her shoes on and tried to stand up. Her knees buckled from under her and the two boys had to hold her under the arms to keep her from falling.
Together they helped her down the stairs and into the street where the car was parked in front of the building. Wendy tried to turn around and get her bearings, but she was shoved into the car before she had the chance.
They put her in the seat between them, but Jocko forced her head down into his lap so that she could not see any of the street signs.
After what seemed like hours, Jocko let her up. They were at the spot from which they had taken her. They helped her out and leaned her up against a tree as she was still weak.
"You should be able to make it home from here."
"Remember your instructions. We can always find you."
Wendy nodded weakly and the car sped off.
CHAPTER TWO
On the way back to their side of town, "Black Daddy" was ominously quiet. When they came to the block of the local high school he pulled the car up and parked. Jocko was confused.
"What's wrong? What do you want to stop for?"
"What right these people got to be so good and nice? Didn't we just prove that a girl like her can live just the way we do?"
"I suppose. What you driving at?"
'Take a look at this school. Tennis courts, pool. We got anything like this?"
"You kidding?"
"Then why should they? She probably goes to this school right here. That girl fucked and sucked like a champ. But tomorrow morning, she'll be the clean, little lady again and nobody will be the wiser. She'll go to this school in fresh clothes and her parents will be very proud of her. Your parents proud of you?"
"I don't even know who they are?"
"That settles it. We're gonna teach this town a lesson. Show them no neighborhood has more rights than the other."
"What you got in mind?"
"Dump the school. Destroy it."
"We gotta get in there first and case the joint."
"Think I don't know that? In the morning you and I walk in like a couple of students."
"Check that. Ain't no blacks in this neighborhood. Me, I might pass if we pick up some clothes."
"Okay, you and Frankie do it. Least he's white."
Then the car sped off to a block where there were several stores. The boys selected one which displayed some expensive men's clothing and promptly smashed the front door. They took their time selecting wardrobes.
They did not bother to take anything that might not fit. Why bother? If they ever needed something else there was always more stores to knock off. Jocko spent the night planning his strategy and first thing in the morning dropped his boys off in front of the school.
If the school was anything like theirs then some location in the basement would be best for a nice bomb. They did not want to have any victims if it were possible. While a bombing might bring the law looking for them, a bunch of dead bodies would mean that the law and the local populace would leave no stone unturned until they were found.
No, all they were interested in was getting their message across by use of the bomb and then getting the hell out of there.
While classes were in session, they wandered down the staircase and into the basement. In their neighborhood school, shops and job training classes were held in the basement. But basement level atmosphere seemed to be too unhealthy for the better class of kids.
All they found was a bunch of lockers, plus storage rooms and maintenance offices. That was great as far as they were concerned. It was not likely that they would be seen setting the whole thing up, and also not likely that the bomb would be discovered before it went off. Walking through the rooms, searching for the best possible bombsite, they heard a crew of men shuffling down the staircase. Hiding behind a locker they learned from the conversation that the basement level of the school was about to undergo an overhaul. From that morning on, workmen would be bustling about.
Immediately, that level of the school became a risk. Either themselves or the bomb were sure to be found. As all the other levels were filled with classes for most of the day, all that remained was the roof, or one of the Johns. On the roof, there was a good chance that they would be spotted planting it, even if they did so during the night.
The area was much too well-lit for a stunt like that. As they walked up the staircases and through the halls, they remarked to each other that there were no guards. The school had never known a single incident of violence.
Well, no school deserved to exist without a lesson in violence. It was high time that the people of the white, middle-class neighborhood learned what it was like to live with a little violence as part of their existence.
For a crowded school, the halls seemed quiet. The students were known to be the best and most studious in the entire state, and their scholastic level was the highest in the country. This information was on the bulletin boards.
Something would have to be done to change all that. Deciding one of the girls' bathrooms was the place since it was less likely the bomb would be found, the boys left the school and went back to their side of town.
The bomb "Black Daddy" created was a rather small one, which was no easy feat considering that it was fabricated from dynamite, plus all sorts of odds and ends found in garbage cans and kitchen cupboards. Considering that they only wished to make a point, and not reduce the entire school to rubble, they decided that the amount of dynamite should be sufficient to put the school out of order for several days, but not enough to close it down entirely.
They would call the newspaper at that moment it was to go off and make their statement about teenage equality. When it was over, "Black Daddy" felt sure that he would be able to forget the little girl and go back to the everyday routine of heists and robberies, with an occasional rape to add a little spice.
Even to himself "Black Daddy" did not admit that the courage of the young girl had moved him. Hysterics and begging on her part would have served to heighten the pleasure of the group, but the girl had proven that she had spunk, even in the face of the two dozen hard-nosed bastards.
"Black Daddy" wondered if his own sister would have stood up as well. Damn that little, white bitch! She had really gotten to him and he didn't like it. She had actually made him feel guilty for the first time. Guilt was something he couldn't handle and the best way to eliminate it was to go out and do something even more notorious.
He was sure that if no one else guessed who might have set the bomb, Wendy would. It would probably be the first thing that came to her mind. The building was surrounded on three sides by sports facilities and "Black Daddy" wished a portion of the building to be destroyed that could be seen all over the neighborhood. That left only the front location, which worked out fine as the girl's bathrooms were all located in a line on every floor to the front of the building.
Since there were no guards, he could safely have his boys place the bomb after the last session ended. The school was sure to be deserted. But no kids like those usually were involved in extracurricular crap like school plays and newspapers. It would be best to wait an extra hour so the dumb honkies could be safely home at their dinner tables when the place was rocked.
Jocko and Frankie entered the school just as the bell for the end of the class rang and found themselves a cozy place to hide while the meetings and groups took care of their business. The place finally seemed to be deserted, but they waited a few minutes longer.
They scurried around the halls, looking in all the doorways and found not a soul. Then they casually went back to where their equipment was stashed and set everything up. Together they walked into the girls' bathroom. A few minutes were spent playing around with some left-over lipstick which they used to scrawl obscenities on the mirror.
After that bit of fun, they looked around for the best place to stash the stuff. It would have to be either the paper dispensers, or the storage case for sanitary napkins. They decided on the rag box, finding it appropriate in their minds.
Using some tape from a first-aid kit, they set the timing mechanism, taped it to the bomb and then taped the entire package inside the rag box. Satisfied that all was now well, they left the school and walked across the street where they climbed to the roof of the local department store and unpacked some sandwiches and beer.
In the street below, Jose was stationed at a payphone, ready to make the call at the very second the place blew up. He had a prepared speech in his hand and was to hang up as soon as he read it so that the call could not be traced. The whole thing went off like clockwork and in the quiet neighborhood the explosion could be heard everywhere. The boys stood up and pointed at the colorful fireworks.
Then they sat down and finished their beers, leaving the roof and getting into their car just as the police and fire department arrived. "Black Daddy" had proven once again that he was the best gang leader of all time. None of the other boys really understood why he wanted to bomb the place, but it sounded like a fun thing to do so they went along.
None of the other boys came close to the intellect of "Black Daddy." If he had been born white and middle-class, he would have been a cinch for a university scholarship.
But, instead, he was born to a hooker and had never known his father. He was black, but smart as a ""whip and he turned all of his intelligence to planning and carrying out the best gang maneuvers that his state had ever seen.
"Black Daddy" felt a refreshing sense of relief as the bomb went off. He pictures the pretty, white girl, snug in her middle-class home as she heard the explosion. Did she instantly know? Or did she have to think about it for a minute before she got their message?
CHAPTER THREE
A full week went by in which the boy laid low until the smoke of the bombing had finally blown away. If anyone did suspect their particular group, none approached him. "Black Daddy" was feeling great about the whole thing.
Not only had he succeeded in ridding himself of the guilt over the young white girl, but he had bombed a middle-class neighborhood and gotten away with it, although they had made page one in all of the newspapers.
"Investigation Planned," the headlines had said, but that was the usual tripe printed following an incident. Nothing much ever happened. Civic organizations talked about arming themselves. Mothers warned their daughters not to go out alone at night. In general, life went on pretty much as before.
By Friday night, "Black Daddy" was feeling bored and he was sure that his men must have been feeling even more so. It was time to plan a caper.
Their own low-class neighborhood was surrounded by middle and upper class ones. One section in particular had fascinated him for some time. It was mainly Italian and Spanish, clustered here and there with several Catholic churches and parochial schools.
There was something about all those sheltered children and pious children that was just screaming to be defamed as far as he was concerned. It was time they learned to stop living in the past and realize that today's world was full of violence and hard living.
Now that he had really thought about it, that neighborhood was a perfect choice. They rode around the section that night and selected a school which seemed to have a high percentage of girls.
Parking the car across the street at lunch, they watched the students running out in their uniforms. "Black Daddy" and Jocko kept themselves busy, watching the girls file past and looking for a choice specimen. Nothing seemed to appeal to them until they saw a pretty, little thing, apparently quite shy from the way she hung behind the crowd.
She had straight, black hair, shining all the way down to her waist and bright green eyes. Her skin was pale white. But even the modest school uniform did not hide the fact that even at what they guessed to be age fourteen or so. She already had the makings of a dynamite figure. The blouse of her jumper was pushed out in front by a pair of boobs that were huge.
When she sensed that she was being watched, she clutched to her books in an effort to hide her breasts. No doubt, such a young girl, from an obviously pious background had been taught to be ashamed of her lush body. From that modest gesture alone, "Black Daddy" decided that this girl was the perfect target.
The boys talked it over and decided to come back at three, whereby the least offensive-looking of them would walk up behind her and deliver a cryptic message which she would not be able" to fail to respond to.
There were only four of them in the car, with the rest of the gang waiting at an abandoned house. It had been too rough getting rid of the girl the last time and they decided to stash her in her own neighborhood, then leave her behind when they were through with her.
All four had a hard time sitting still in the car until it was time to spring into action. There had been very little sex available in the crowd that week, as their own women had been in hiding ever since two of them were busted with a couple of Johns they rolled.
The entire crowd, male and female, were just spoiling for some action to break the monotony. "Black Daddy" knew how explosive this situation was and to prevent them from doing something on impulse which might lead them to prison, he had taken the situation in hand and decided on stealing the girl.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, they spotted the girl walking out of the building. She was hanging behind, as before,. Georgie walked up behind her with a scrap of paper.
"Excuse me. I wonder if you would be able to help. My friend there in the car is hurt and we're not familiar with this neighborhood. Could you direct us to the nearest hospital?"
An immediate look of concern came over her face. She was far too innocent to be suspicious of the boy's words. A close look at her showed that she was apparently Italian and foreign-born, judging from her accent.
"Yes. You just go down the street and-"
"Please, if you don't mind. I don't drive and I'm afraid I wouldn't get the directions right. Would you mind telling them to the driver?"
Timidly, but more out of shyness, the girl followed him to the door of the car and leaned over. In a flash, hands were on her and she was thrown into the back seat. Georgie hopped in behind her and threw her to the floor where they all pinned her down with their feet.
She had not made a sound. Unknown to them, in her Tear, the only thing she could think of doing was saying her prayers, and even this she was afraid to do out loud.
Meanwhile, back at the old house, which was set up on a hill away from the rest of the neighborhood, the gang was getting everything ready for their arrival. The study had been selected as the best room for their party.
There were double doors which could be locked from both the inside and outside, which was perfect for their sense of security. Guards would be posted in and out of the room, not only to keep intruders out, but to keep their little victim in.
What had once been the only window in the room was still curtained, but for some reason had been bricked off. So the only way out of the room would be to pass the double set of guards. And nobody ever got past them!
"Black Daddy" came into the room ahead of his men, who were still struggling to carry the girl into the house. As they carried her out of the car to the place where she was being taken, she had started to put up a fight. They were glad, as they had thought merely raping her would be dull. She had not seemed to have much life to her, and they had begun to think they could have made a better choice.
But now she was showing spirit, and they congratulated their leader on his selection. Their leader, meanwhile, was struggling with a fast-beating heart. In the big house, with all his men to do his bidding, and a frightened young girl just waiting to be mauled by him, he had a feeling of great power.
Still, he tried to look cool in front of his men. This past week he had decided to run his group like a mercenary force. And he was to be a Castro-like military leader. He had to appear cool, level-headed and on top of every detail. Above all, he had to be super-masculine in order to keep the respect of his men.
Composing his features, he sat down to wait for the delivery of the girl. A scant two minutes passed before there was a heavy knock on the door in their special code. "Open."
Jocko escorted the girl inside and pointed to her.
"She said that her name is Theresa."
The girl, blushing, tried to find a corner of the room to hide in, but she was pushed into the center, facing the black leader. Assured that she was too frightened to bolt and run, Jocko then quickly left the room. Each of the men had a part to play and they were doing so to the letter.
"Black Daddy" had said nothing or made any move that would give away his elated feelings. The truth was that he was very caught up with the girls stunning Italian beauty. His heated eyes devoured her every feature.
Theresa, meanwhile, was obviously frightened of the black face that was staring at her so hotly. Her face was absolutely scarlet with shame and she hung her head low.
The black leader continued to look at her, and decided that she was quite a beauty. Even though she was still an adolescent, her skin was unmarked. She was taller than most girls, and slender in silhouette. Her body told him that she must have come from good Italian stock and seemed to be the picture of robust health. Even the curve of her hips was a graceful one. The breasts themselves were a knock-out, and if they looked this good under the uniform, "Big Daddy" couldn't wait to see how they looked once they were bare. All the time he was looking at her with cool arrogance, his cock was throbbing at the thought of having stolen such a beauty, who was still as innocent as the day she was born.
However, all she could see was the mask of arrogant power. Theresa was not able to handle the insistent stare. She hung her head even lower and wrung her hands in front of her. She was aching to cry out for them to let her go, but she was much too shy to say a word.
Neither did "Black Daddy" say anything. The silence made her feel even more nervous. He waited until she was fidgeting with her feet as well as her hands before he said anything.
"Come closer to me."
She didn't move and the leader at first was not sure that she had heard him. Perhaps he was carrying the coolness a little too far. This time he spoke with more force.
"I said come closer."
The girl took two tiny steps, her head still hung down. Then she froze to the spot on which she landed.
"You're still a mile away. Get over here."
Again the girl forced herself to take a few steps.
"What did they say your name was?"
"Theresa, signor."
"Signor. I like that. How old are you?"
"Fourteen. Fourteen and a half, signor."
"Now isn't that cute? And a half, no less."
"Ah, the truth is fourteen and three months."
"Very honest of you. Are you a good girl?"
"Of course, signor."
"You say your prayers at night?"
"And also at morning mass."
"That is something. Have you ever let a man touch you?"
"No, never," she said with shocked animation.
"I was just asking. No need to get into a huff."
"I am a good, pious girl, signor."
"Yes, lean tell. You may sit down."
The girl nodded her thanks and sat demurely in the nearest chair, arranging her skirt carefully about her knees. Then she folded her hands daintily in her lap.
The powerful black stud got up from his chair and leaned on the back of hers. He inhaled the sweet smell of her fresh-washed hair. The strain of remaining cool was getting to him. She was much too appealing to stay away from for long.
"You know, a body like yours just begs to be fucked."
As she heard the words, the girl's face went white. She made a feeble attempt to get up from her seat. But before she could manage it the two guards were at her side.
The touch of their hands made her sit back down, made her shudder.
"Where did you think you were going?"
"I'm-I'm not sure. I would like to go home if it's all right with you."
"It isn't. You will be allowed to leave when we're finished with you."
"What will you do with me?"
"Oh, all sorts of fun things. You'll find out soon enough."
Theresa picked up on the ominous tone to the words, and in spite of the presence of the guards, made another attempt to get up. "Black Daddy" put his hand on her shoulder and dug into the tender flesh.
The girl screamed, and with the strength born of sheer terror, managed to escape from his grasp. He signaled with his eyes to the guards to let him handle it. The girl tried to back away from him and began to cry.
"I am very sorry, but I would like to go home right away. Please! I must go home!"
"Black Daddy" saw no reason to answer her. He stood and smiled at her until she calmed down. No move was made towards her.
"Please, signor. I don't know what you are looking for. If you are seeking a girl for your pleasure, I'm afraid you're mistaken."
"I wasn't mistaken. I'm sure you will give me a great deal of pleasure. In fact, I think in a little time you will probably give us all pleasure."
"Please don't talk to me like that. I cannot listen to such talk."
"I think you could use a little lesson in obedience. Don't they teach that sort of thing at your school?"
"They teach humility."
"Humility. Is that what they call it? And what happened for punishment if you were not "humble" enough?"
"We were punished."
"Did they beat you?"
"No. One of our privileges would be taken away."
"Is that what they call punishment? Are you trying to tell me that they never spanked you?"
"No, signor. The sisters are kind to us."
"Seems to me they went much too easy on you. Maybe that's why you are so disrespectful to me. Don't you know who I am?"
"No, I do not, signor."
"I am a man! A cock-carrying, hard-fighting man. And that means that you must obey. I hope you understand me."
Theresa could find no answer for his words. She was too shocked to think of any. "Black Daddy" meanwhile, became very thoughtful. His plans had taken him as far as they went. He had not worked them out much further than getting her to the house and probably fucking her.
But something about such a beautiful girl being so damned prudish and polite was starting to irritate him. It was beginning to bring out a sadistic urge in him. An urge to take out all the frustrations and angers of his life on this one, innocent, young and beautiful.
He decided to lead his prey along a very tricky path. But first, he would have to gain her confidence.
"You really don't have to worry. Nothing terrible is going to happen to you. We were just having a little innocent fun."
"Do you mean it? Oh, thank you. I am so grateful. Now, if I might be allowed to leave."
"Of course. In just a little while."
"Black Daddy" had to turn his head away just then. He knew that the sneer on his face would be sure to give his true intentions away. Instead, he snapped a finger and was instantly brought a cigarette and matches. Theresa was very impressed by the quick attention.
He began to smoke and look around as if he had momentarily forgotten about her. After a few minutes, in which he was sure she was becoming exceedingly tense, the black leader motioned for her to come in front of the desk behind which he was sitting.
The two guards came up right behind her and when she felt their close presence, she walked forward of her own will. She continued to wring her hands and fixed her gaze on a worn spot in the rug.
"You said that you were grateful to me. How would you like a chance to prove it?"
"How?"
"All you have to do is follow a few simple instructions."
"Yes, signor. I will."
"That's very good. Now kneel down in front of me."
"Kneel signor? I don't understand."
That remark is a sign of disobedience. I may just have to change my mind about letting you go unharmed."
"Can I not know the reason for this kneeling?"
"No you cannot. Do you wish me to change my mind about you?"
"No, signor. I will do as you request."
Modestly she dropped to her knees on the carpet, and carefully arranged the pleats of her skirt around her. Then she looked up at him with shyly questioning eyes.
"Black Daddy" looked down at her for a long time, relishing the pretty looks and the innocence in her eyes. When she caught the meaning of his stare, she lowered her own eyes, and turned her head to the side. By doing this, her chest was left uncovered, and his stare dropped to this area, where he feasted on the ample expanse of her bosom.
He took a long drag on his cigarette, then stooped and exhaled the smoke right into her face. Her head went back and she began to cough. Her eyes were filled with tears, but the black leader was unmoved by them.
"Easy to see that you don't smoke. You'll get used to it."
Again, he went silent for an agonizing minute, wanting the girl to suffer some more. Then he had an inspiration. "Drop the front of your jumper, and open your blouse. I want to have a look at those tits of yours."
"But you can't mean that. You said you wouldn't harm me."
"What harm can there be in having a little look?"
"But I would be ashamed to death. A woman should show her body only to her husband."
"And what about her doctor? Is she permitted to show them to her doctor?"
"Yes, signor. But...."
"So I'm not really a doctor. Don't you have any imagination?"
"Yes, signor."
"Then pretend that I am your doctor and start undressing."
"But I cannot."
Theresa was gripped with an awful fear. She looked all around the room, as if she could find some answer there. But everything she saw only frightened her more. The two guards were having quite a good time watching the show their leader was putting on for them. Further into the room was some sort of a low bench, which held the clay corpses of long-dead plants, and a very large, velvet sofa, with dusty cushions tossed about on it.
No, there was no refuge in that room. "Black Daddy" grabbed her arm, holding her so tightly that he was raising a nice black-and-blue mark on her flesh.
"Please, signor. You are hurting me."
"I can see that. Will you do as you are told, or will I have to use force?"
"Will you please let me go? I would rather die than show my body to you. It is a sin. I cannot commit such a sin!"
"Last chance. Are you going to show me those tits, or aren't you?"
"Owww! Please, signor. You are hurting me very much. I cannot do such a thing, and it is useless for you to ask me again."
"You think showing your tits is bad. That's not all you're going to show me. I am going to see your ass, and your cunt. You are going to be completely naked, and I am going to see every inch of that sainted body of yours."
The sound of his own words rang in his ears, and his passions began to rise some more. He held the girl tightly by the arm, and prevented her from moving in any direction. She tried very hard to get loose, twisting her body all around, which annoyed the black stud.
So he stood up, with his legs spread apart, and then bent her forward and under his body. With a savage twist, he pulled her wrists across her back, and motioned for one of the guards, who brought out a length of rope and tied her hands together.
"Pull up her skirt and slip. Tuck them into her belt in back. Let's make this thing a little easier for us."
The boy did this, leaving the girl with only her panties to cover her bare behind. As soon as "Black Daddy" got a glimpse of the modest underwear, he became very excited. He was starting to be happy that she was putting up a struggle. The other girl had made it much too easy for them. But this one was giving him quite a kick.
"So you don't think you should obey me.
Looks like they left a lot of important things out of your training at that school. Nothing to worry about, though. Ill be happy to take care of it. A little discipline will be just the thing to get you started on the right track. That's what I was always told. And I learned the lesson very painfully. But seeing as you are a delicate girl, I'll make it a little easy on you this first time. This time I'll let you keep your panties on. If you learn your lesson well, that will be the end of it. If you don't, you get it on your bare skin the next time. Do you know what I am talking about?"
"Are you planning to beat me, signor?"
"Beat you? Heavens, no! I am just going to spank you a little. Just a little should go a long way, I hope."
"Please don't hit me, signor. Please don't."
"Then will you do as you are told."
"But I cannot do that, either."
Actually, Theresa was terrified that anyone, especially a strange black man, would have access to her naked body. It would be a very sinful thing for her to do. But if she did not give him the show he wanted, she would be punished.
All this was very confusing for her. She didn't understand how behaving in the manner she had been trained all her life should lead to punishment. Bewildered, she looked up at him for understanding, but received instead, the first smacks on her bent bottom.
"Ow! Ow! Oh no, no more!"
"Black Daddy" leaned over the tense little ass. The fabric of her panties were stretched taut over the outstretched cheeks. It was much too tempting not to continue. He began to spank her in earnest now, using the flat of his hands squarely on the tortured cheeks.
The girl began throwing herself around, fighting to get her ass out of his reach, his hands twisted and jerked as she made an unsuccessful attempt to free her bound hands. She continued to plead with the black aggressor to stop spanking her, but he ignored her cries, and worked out a system of smacking first one cheek and then the other.
Theresa could not stop herself from shaking. Her movements of pain turned to movements of sexuality as he viewed it from behind. The guards had moved in a little closer so they could watch the action, and now the girl was beginning to feel truly harassed.
"You have no right to do this to me! I am a good girl, and have followed my morals. I should not be punished for it."
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"Yes, it does."
"Good! Now are you ready to show me your tits?"
"I will never be ready for that!"
"In that case, the spanking will continue. Boy, come over here and pull down her panties."
"Oh, no. Not that!
"Boys?"
"Please, signor. I beg of you..."
The boys were already putting their hands on her, tugging at the elastic and pulling the underwear down over her thighs. Even though she clenched her knees together to keep them from being taken down, the two boys had very little trouble dragging them as far as her ankles, leaving the reddened skin of her well-spanked ass bare to their leader's view.
"Black Daddy's eyes were popping out of his head. The skin of her ass was even paler than her face, but he was pleased to see the rosy spots where his hand had landed time and again. The sight was true inspiration to him, and he was anxious to see even more red in the cheeks as soon as possible.
The girl, meanwhile was frantically trying to free her hands. The tight bonds were cutting off her circulation, but her rubbing movements were burning the cords against her skin. Theresa could not make up her mind which of the two pains were worse.
It would not have mattered, even if she had been able to free herself, as "Black Daddy" was holding her down with all his force. Every single movement made the cheeks of her ass jiggle, to the great delight of her captors.
All her activity, spurred her self-declared discipline on to even greater efforts, and he began to spank even harder on her bare skin, thrilling to the feel of the smooth skin, under his palm.
"Please, please have pity. You must let me cover myself. Those other men are bound to see. Don't hurt me anymore, I beg you."
"You should keep up the crying and screaming. It helps me to concentrate on my spanking technique."
Seeing that the skin was getting very red and tender where he had spanked her repeatedly. "Black Daddy" decided to move on to a new area of attack, this time the lower portion of her ass, which also included the backs of her thighs.
He was also hoping to get a few smacks into where her cunt ended back there, but he was too tall, and already to bent over to get any closer without falling down over her body. So he contented himself with working on the rest of her ass.
"Have you had enough, or would you like me to raise real welts on that pretty white skin, before you give in."
"I will never submit!"
"When I get finished with you, you won't be able to sit down for a month. What will your precious nuns think of that?"
"Please, signor!!!"
"Are you ready now?"
"No. no, no," I can never do such a thing!"
"I guess maybe I was going a little too easy on you."
"Would you like some help, Blackie?"
"No help from you, but you can bring me a stick from somewhere."
He sat down in a chair and rested himself while the boys were searching around for a stick to suit his needs. "Black Daddy" was glad for the breather, anyway, as his hand was stinging from the force of his own blows.
The boys brought back a length of broom handle which they had broken off, and offered the wood for his inspection. He nodded his approval, and took the staff in his eager hand. Instantly, he let it go against her ass with all his force.
"Ohhh, ohh my Goodness!"
She screamed like a mortally wounded cat, and threw her body out of his reach. The frantic movement tore her panties right in half, and she pulled her legs even more tightly together when she heard the sound, knowing very well that her vagina was now uncovered.
Even this way, she was not able to get away from him, although it did take a little more effort to keep himself a clear target. Again he picked up the staff and hit her ass fully across the width of it. She screamed again and cried, pleading with him to stop beating her.
"I'm getting a little tired of this nonsense. If you don't come around to my way now, I'm going to take the end of this thing and shove it somewhere. Do you know where that is?"
He put his hand down between the cheeks of her ass, and found her tightly puckered rectum, pressing his finger in just enough for her to feel the pressure.
"You understand, don't you?"
Of course, there was no escaping his meaning. Theresa knew that having the pole shoved into her rectum would be a million times worse than showing the boys her breasts. If she had to uncover her body in order to keep herself from an unspeakable torture, then the saints would surely forgive her.
"Do not hit me again, signor. I will do as you ask."
"You'll show me your tits."
"Yes, yes I will."
As soon as he heard the words of her humble resignation, "Black Daddy" let go of her, put the stick down, and sat down himself, waiting for the little performance. He was breathing hard from the exertion, and now the excitement was making it even worse.
Although she could now get up if she wished to, the trembling girl stayed down on her knees, and sobbed her heart out while her long hair covered her humiliated face from the leering boys. She was a very pitiful sight.
"Untie her. Let's see what happens."
As soon as the bonds were removed, the girl began to rub her raw wrists, but she made no attempt to get up, as she was too ashamed to be standing in her disarrayed condition.
"Black Daddy" was in no hurry, so he felt he could afford to be generous and give her a second or two to compose herself. Theresa took good advantage of the time, searching for the words that might convince her tormentor to let her go.
"There's no reason to go on with this, is there?"
"Are you kidding? I just got started."
"But why are you asking this of me? You must have seen the breasts of women before."
"But I haven't seen yours, and you have quite a pair."
"Why did you beat me so. Are you a monster?"
"You were asking for it. If you had done what I wanted a long time ago, you could have spared yourself all that grief."
"What will you do with me after I show my breasts? Will that be the end of it?"
"The end? Oh, no. That will just be the beginning. I told you that I was going to see every inch of you. Don't you remember?"
"Yes, signor. I remember. Please have pity on me. Can't you find a girl of, of freer feelings who would be happy to show herself."
"That I can have anytime. There's no challenge in it."
"I am going to leave now. You will not hold me."
The poor girl tried to muster all her dignity, but she was a funny sight as she attempted to walk out of the room with her head held high, and her panties, torn in half and dragging around both of her ankles. The trio allowed her to get all the way to the door, knowing that it was now locked from the outside. She fought with the knob, then banged her little fists against it, the very essence of utter futility.
"Black Daddy" was laughing so hard that he had to hold his belly. The girl was now beyond fear, beyond humiliation, and approaching raging anger.
"As soon as I get out of here I will go straight to the police. I will tell them all about you and they will lock you up for many years. I will be very happy then. I will have my revenge."
Those were the worst possible words she could have spoken to "Black Daddy" or either of his men. Just the mention of the word "police" and he flew into a wild rage. He darted his hand out grab her so he could wring her neck, but she was able to dodge him, almost in time. Just as her body turned past him, he was able to get his hand on her jumper, which tore away, along with a good portion of her white blouse.
But Theresa did not turn back to see what had happened. She had spotted the curtain, and thinking that it led to a window, made a mad dash for it. Flinging the curtain aside, she already had one leg up before she noticed that it was nothing but a brick wall. She fell to the floor, facing the brick, and began to sob again.
This time, she had no doubts that she would remain their prisoner until they decided to let her go. There was no place else for her to run. She covered her shamed face with her hands and sat there sobbing. "Black Daddy" walked over to her, and leaned down in a comforting manner. "You don't have to cry like that. Just face facts. There's no way to escape so you might as well cooperate with us."
"Will you hurt me again?"
"That all depends on you."
Quietly, she allowed the big black stud to lead her back to the center of the room. Her spirit had finally been broken and she no longer fought to defend herself.
"Black Daddy" coaxed her into her submissive position once more, and she didn't bat an eyelash as she got down on her knees.
CHAPTER FOUR
Theresa had resigned herself to her fate, as the martyrs of long ago had, in her Bible classes. She put her hands up to get the hair out of her eyes, and glared straight at him.
"You may be leading me into sin, but it is you who will be punished, while I will go to heaven."
"Now, isn't that just too beautiful."
"I am not afraid."
Then Theresa crossed herself and muttered something that the men did not understand. When she was through with her prayers, she began to unbutton her blouse with trembling hands. When all of them were opened, she took her sleeves out of the blouse, and let it fall to the floor. But her tits were still covered by the top of her prim white slip and the bra that lay under it.
"You've still got on too much stuff. Get rid of it."
Theresa blanched. She had been hoping to get away with just removing her blouse. But there was no turning back now. She slipped the silk straps off her shoulders, and folded her slip down to her waist. Then she unhooked her bra in the back, and it fell off her body.
All three gang members closed in on her when they caught sight of the fabulous tits she was sporting. They were creamy white, and the nipples were tight and red. He wondered if she was a little excited by the rough treatment, or perhaps just sensitive to the breezes in the room. It didn't matter, as either way, he sight of the massive mounds of red-tipped milky flesh, made his cock jump up and grow in his pants.
Theresa made no further moves, not even to cover her naked tits. She merely closed her eyes, and waited to be attacked by them. His guards were also inching in for the kill and "Black Daddy" became enraged.
"You two move on the hell back. You touch her before I'm finished and I'll cut off your balls."
"There's more than enough for all of us."
"You move back. I'm warning you."
"Black Daddy" reached out and grabbed one of his men by the throat. The guard respected him too much to fight back. The pair immediately backed off to the far side of the room, where they once more stood on either side of the door. He glared at them by way of final warning, then turned back to his luscious victim.
Stretching out both hands, he began to touch her. She started to shudder and did not stop as long as his hands were on her body. He began by touching her shoulders. She pulled back and sobbed, but his beefy fingers sank into her soft flesh, and he pulled her close to him.
He caressed -her arms for just a bit, then suddenly dropped his hands to her two heaving mounds, making her scream.
"Horrible, you're horrible."
"But, other than the scream, there was no noticeable protest. She was completely resigned to whatever he was going to do to her and told herself that if she did not fight him, it might soon be over. Her mind turned to a new thought which puzzled her. She knew that she was supposed to feel shame and horror from what was being done to her.
Then how could she explain the warm, glowing feeling she had in her tits whenever his hands touched her there? The more he squeezed, the more pleasant the feeling. While she still wished that she could crawl under a rock and hide, she no longer felt the overpowering urge to try and do so.
Having her tits handled and squeezed was not as horrible as she had expected. She wondered if the nuns might have been mistaken in their dire warnings of what terrible things happened to girls who let themselves be fondled by men. Lightning still had not struck her, and his hands had not burned her flesh right off her bones.
In fact, it was getting even nicer by the second. Now he was pinching her nipples with his fingers, and sending sparks of pleasure radiating right through her chest. There was a peculiar tingling running through her body. What could it all mean?
"Black Daddy" knew the answer to her unspoken question, but he wasn't about to inform her. Even if he was willing to, he was sure that the girl would never believe it. Still, he couldn't help being a little sarcastic.
"Something tells me you like having your tits massaged."
"No, no, it is too horrible."
"Tits don't lie, baby. That's something you should learn right away."
That stiffness in your nipples tells me that you've got a nice warm feeling going on inside."
"That cannot be. I will not believe it."
"Black Daddy" stood up, and found that he was sporting such a huge hard-on that he was forced to stick his hands into his pants and move the thing up against his belly, so that she wouldn't notice it. Although there was a chance that she might not have understood his condition, which was unlikely, the black man did not want to betray the level of his excitement just then.
He had further treachery on his mind, before he came to the fucking.
"Bring that bench over. Get her down."
The boys brought over the bench which had held the flower pots and placed it in front of their leader. Then they pushed the girl down, almost on top of it.
"Get her on all fours, with her head on the ground."
"What! What are you going to do to me?"
"We don't even understand it, boss."
"You don't have to understand. Just do it."
Quickly the boys tied her so that she was resting on her elbows, stretched over the front of the bench and onto the floor. Her feet were widespread, and tied to either edge of the bench. When she was in position, they ripped the last shreds of her clothing from her body.
Her tits were far over the edge of the bench and hanging free.
"Please, Signor, oh, please. No more of this."
"Blackie" picked up some of the rope that was left and smacked her across the back of her legs with it.
"What I do to you next will be a lot worse if you don't shut up."
"But I am so ashamed. You must understand."
"There's nothing to be ashamed of. From the way I look at it back here, you've really got a body to be proud of. You just don't know what kind of a view I have back here. Not only can I see your ass, but you're so nice and spread out that I can even see the little asshole. And you know what else I see? I can see your untouched little cunt, and just a little sprout of hair. Don't worry, you'll be sprouting more in no time."
For a while, "Black Daddy" became entranced with his view of her genitals. Finally, he snapped himself out of his reverie and began to act.
"Let's see if there's any life left in you."
To that point in time, the girl had made very little protest, other than her usual begging, which had become a monotone chant. She was thoroughly ashamed, and yet she felt a curious sense of elation which she did not understand.
Her mind told her to scream of her outrage, and explain the depths of her shame, but her will to do was gone. She was strangely placid. Instead of pain in the area where he had beaten her, she was experiencing a warm sense of well-being. Hating herself for being so depraved, and wishing she could just forget this whole humiliating experience, she could not find a way to rid herself of the feeling.
"Black Daddy" who could have had ten chicks in the time that he was just playing with her, could not believe how high he was grooving on the dragged out game with the innocent young girl. He kneeled down to her and filled his hands with her big, firm tits. Then he chuckled to himself when he felt her nipples stiffen and become tantalizingly erect.
Delighted with her reaction, he began to play with them. The girl's body froze, but her breathing got very heavy. He had found something that she could not help reacting to.
"Black Daddy" continued to stare at her cunt, as he played with her tits. He was looking for her first signs of arousal, and he was soon treated to just such a display. In seconds, the outer lips began to swell and spread. He pinched her nipples, and the cunt swelled even more.
From there on there was no holding him back. He dropped his hands from her breasts and began to work his massaging way along her belly, ass and thighs. There was no doubt about it, the girl was being aroused. Little shivers of pleasure rippled along her skin. Even the cheeks of her ass contracted and relaxed. But her cunt was the greatest sight of all, like a furry purse, continually opening and closing.
Once he saw that, the horny black stud could no longer resist attacking her heated cunt with his hands. His fingers ran down the entire length of her slit. The girl quivered with a strange mixture of disgust and delicious pleasure. It was beyond her understanding and she made no attempt to clear it up.
Then he brought his face right up to the lips of her cunt, spreading the outer walls with his thumbs, so that he was able to inhale the sweet, clean smell that only a virginal slit can exhale. His own breath on the sensitive membranes made the vagina contract wildly. She made a funny sound, and "Blackie" thought it almost sounded like a sigh of pleasure.
Any woman whose heart was still beating could be turned on by a good cunt-lapping. "Black Daddy" had learned that long ago. Disregarding the fact that his men were no doubt staring right down his throat, the black man began to nibble at the deliciously sweet cunt, every so often stopping to dig his tongue deeply into her tiny hole.
While he was eating her out, he began to play with her tits again. In very little time, he was greatly aware of shaking and tremors running all through her body. The girl was going to come.
He would have to watch his tongue action, or she would come to her orgasm much too soon. So he made sure not to let his tongue come anywhere near her clitoris, as it would surely trigger her off in a second.
Before he would allow her to receive such a gift, he wanted to make her so highly excited that she would be turned into a babbling madwoman. It was time he stopped playing her and did something that really counted. He got up.
"Untie her. Bring in some food. Get the rest of the crew in so they can have a good look at her the way she is now, before I go to work. They must all be drooling in their pants by this time."
While one of the boys freed her, the other unlocked the door and went for food, extending his leader's invitation to everyone he passed along the way. When he came back with the food, he noticed that the girl had made no attempt to cover her nakedness.
She seemed to be in something of a daze. Her eyes, however, were glowing brightly. Every so often she trembled as if an icicle had been dragged down her spine. The boys assembled and one of them placed a tray filled with sandwiches, potato chips and beer on the desk near where she was sitting.
"The boys, including their leader, began to devour the food as if they hadn't eaten in weeks. But Theresa didn't touch a thing.
"You really should eat. I want you nice and bouncy."
"Thank you, but I'm not very hungry."
"Then drink some of this."
"But that's beer."
"It's all we've got and it will make you feel all nice, so try it, like a good little girl."
Obediently, she sipped at it, making a face at the slightly sour taste, but drinking more of it because her mouth was very dry and there was nothing else to drink. They were right. It did make her feel a little better.
"Good?"
"Hmmmm, yes it is." hen have some more."
No -.he drank down a whole can of the brew. She began to feel just a little dizzy, but it did make her spirits feel a whole lot better. But she was unprepared for his next orders.
"Kneel down the way you were before. I like you in that position."
"Please, haven't you done enough to me?"
"There's so much more for you to learn."
"I am afraid that I will die here."
"Oh, you won't die. I never heard of anyone dying of being fucked. Have any of you?"
No-one in the gang had heard of it, either. Now that they were all assembled, "Black Daddy" was anxious to get on with it. After all, he had an image to maintain. She came forward, but tried to cover her tit with one hand and her cunt with the other, both of which were impossible.
The black stud was irritated by her modesty. He decided that at least some of it had to be false.
"Something I gotta ask you and you better tell the truth. Didn't you ever play with yourself. You know, I mean, did you ever frig yourself, masturbate when you were alone in your clean little bed at night."
"I cannot answer such a question."
"Sounds like you have something to hide."
"No, I do not understand the question. I have never heard those words before."
"I'll explain it to you. You know that good, warm feeling you had when I was playing with you before. Well, did you ever feel that before, when you were touching your own body?"
"No, Signor, I never felt anything like it before.".
"Is that really the truth?"
"Of course, Signor. I never tell a lie."
"I suppose I can believe you. So, the feeling that you had when I was playing with you, did you like it?"
"Well-"
"You did like it, I could tell, but I'm sure you won't admit it. You must think it's some kind of a fucking sin to enjoy being touched by a man."
"Yes, I'm sure it is."
"No, there can't be anything wrong with something that makes you feel real good, like being kissed, or sucked, and especially fucked. I'll show you."
Then he grabbed her head between his hands and pulled it close enough to him so he could kiss her fully on the mouth. This gesture brought a round of applause from the gang. The girl began to cry again, and "Black Daddy" ordered them from the room.
There was a moment approaching that he did not wish to share with them. While he was able to do all sorts of things in front of the men before, this time he was so caught up in the seduction of the young innocent himself that he refused to share the pleasure with anybody.
As soon as they left, he grabbed her roughly and kissed her again. Now he stuck his tongue in her mouth. Theresa tried to back away. But he held her tight with one hand and rubbed the nipple of her tit with the other.
She couldn't take the great pleasure, and went limp in his arms. He felt her getting excited again. She no longer resisted him. This time, when his tongue went into her mouth, she opened her teeth and welcomed it.
Instantly it began to dart in and out of her mouth. In another second she was kissing him back. The passionate response thrilled him. He pulled away from her.
"Now wasn't that a nice kiss?"
"Yes."
"In fact, it was so good that you even forgot I was black, didn't you?"
"Black Daddy" couldn't have known how close he was to the truth. She had been so frightened all along, that she hadn't taken much notice of his color one way or the other. But now that he mentioned it, she did take notice of his black skin.
It was good that he had not brought up the subject before. If he had, she might have been disgusted as well as terrified. But now that he had already aroused her, she did not find it repulsive in any way. It helped that she was foreign-born. There was very little of the American ways of prejudice in her.
"You're all hot and horny. Do you know that? I'll bet your cunt is even watering. I'm kind of excited myself. My balls are just aching to let a charge loose. Your mouth is so soft and warm. Do you know what you could do for me?"
"Do? With my mouth?"
"You can give me a great kick. You can blow me?"
"What is that?"
"You can take my prick in your mouth and suck it."
"Oh, hell, that is revolting!"
"You still acting so prim and proper? Ill show you how revolting it is."
"Black Daddy was insane with lust. He put his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her roughly toward him, until her face was close and level with his thighs. Holding her tightly there, he unzipped his pants and dropped them. His rampant cock sprung out, staring her right in the eye. As close as it was, the big thing looked very menacing. What was worse, his body odor hit her and she backed away, with renewed fear in her eyes.
"Guess you never saw a cock before. You can do all kinds of things with a cock like this. You can kiss it, and even suck on it. Tastes pretty good I've been told. I want you to suck it, Theresa. And I want you to keep on sucking it until you make me come."
He brought his cock up until it touched her face, and began to rub her cheeks and lips with it.
"You open your mouth and start licking, or I'll pick up that stick again and beat the shit out of you."
But Theresa still had some remnants of modesty left in her. It was true that she had weakened after the first heated kisses they had exchanged. But what he was asking of her now was far too filthy to even consider. She began to feel sick in the bottom of her stomach.
Taking him by surprise, she managed to get out of his embrace. "Not that! Not that! It's filthy!"
"I didn't tell you that you had a choice. I think you really like to be whipped, and this is your way of asking for some more."
He leaned down to his pants, and took the belt out of them. The girl had driven him insane. Theresa, still on her knees, followed his every move with horrified eyes.
"I'd rather beat you unconscious than let you get away with not sucking my dick."
"Please, I meant no offense."
"Ill teach you who's the boss around here. Stand up, you witch, stand up!"
Before she could even get up on one knee, the black man swung his belt, hitting her smack across both tits with the swinging leather. The girl doubled up and screamed shrilly, bringing her hands up to protect her tender tits.
This didn't stop the black stud from having another whack at her, this time from behind. While she was hunched over, he hit her across the ass with the belt.
"Please, no more, please!"
"You just don't understand, you stupid little bitch. If you would stop fighting me and let me fuck you, you would be feeling nothing but pleasure now, instead of me beating you."
"Why do you punish me so? I have done nothing wrong."
"Oh, but you have. You hurt my feelings when you refused to suck my prick. Now I have to force you to do it."
He doubled the belt up, and smacked it hard against the edge of the desk, making a bone-jarring cracking sound with the buckle. Theresa pulled back, terrified as could be. When "Black Daddy" stood up, his cock stood straight out in front of him like a flagpole, but she was too frightened to notice. She was hiding her eyes with her hands and shaking all the way through her body.
She began to feel faint, and almost fell over. But the belt crackled in the air again, this time hitting her across her belly. She fell down to the ground. She lay naked and in a dead faint at his feet.
"Black Daddy" got down beside her to marvel at the lush curves of her innocent body. Her eyes were closed, and her hair half-falling over her face.
Scared at first, he put his head to her chest to make sure that she hadn't died of a heart attack, no, she was still alive and he licked the tit he was leaning on just to make sure. He felt her heart skip a bit and was encouraged.
He got her a glass of cold water, and held her head up with one hand while he made her take a long drink. At once she opened her eyes and began to breathe deeply. Her eyes were very red, and she looked confused, as if she no longer knew where she was.
"Just take it easy. Ill get you back on your feet."
The sound of his voice reminded her of her bondage, and she looked at him dazedly and then he stuck his fingers into the glass and sprinkled it on her face. Her eyes became clear.
Immediately she tried to cover her body with her hands.
As soon as she was able to get up, he put her back into the very same kneeling position.
"Time you started sucking."
"Please don't ask me again. It's much too horrible."
"I'm not going to be nice to you any more. You'll do it whether you want to or not."
"Please spare me."
"You keep saying the same stupid things."
"But your private is so big, and it doesn't smell very good. I just couldn't do it."
"So you don't like the way I smell? The only way to get you over it is to make you get nice and familiar with it."
Holding his prick right against her mouth, he yanked at her hair, until she was forced to open her lips in order to scream. As soon as it was open, he put his cock into her mouth, and began to grunt. He had been built up to a fever pitch for so long that he came as soon as he felt his shaft inside her throat.
His come shot out in hot bursts going right down her throat. She nearly strangled in her efforts to get away from the exploding weapon.
Some of the goop dribbled out of the side of her mouth, but she had swallowed most of it. He lay back and yelled for Jocko to come in and take over. He had wanted to go at it some more, but he had been pent-up for so long, that just the simple act of coming had drained him.
When Jocko entered, he weakly waved at the girl.
"She's all yours if you want her."
"Gee, boss, you've been awfully good to me, lately."
"Shut up and get to it. She's close to dead already."
Jocko went at her like a wild man. His eyes went bloodshot, and he ran his hands frantically over her hot body. He punched her here and there, and scratched at her body.
"A virgin. I got myself a virgin. What shall I have? Hey, "Blackie," I promised Tony a crack at this, too."
"She's got more than one hole. Pick one and give Tony the rest."
"I think I'd like an asshole for a change."
"It's all yours."
"Okay, you guys, help me get her down again."
This time they put her down all four, but propped her knees and belly up on pillows so that her head was much lower than her body.
"I'm not waiting for no introduction."
Standing behind her, he placed the tip of his cock against the tight brown spot that was displayed to him. Then he spit on his fingers and rubbed it all over his cock head. There was a tremendous contrast between the side of his already stiff weapon and the tiny hole.
From the way he was looking at it, it looked impossible to get it in there. But Jocko was determined to ram his dick in there and ram it he did. While she screamed at the top of her lungs, he pressed the tool into her with all his power, getting half of it wedged in there, before he stopped to take a breath.
Her anal cavity was incredibly distended and she screamed like a stuck pig. But nothing was stopping Jocko from reaming out the delicate asshole. As he continued to ram his way into her, he rubbed her cunt, and grazed his nails across her nipples.
This threw her body into all sorts of wild contortions, which only served to make it easier for him to get all the way into her. Now that his balls were against her ass cheeks, he bent over her back so that his thighs were pressed against hers, and started to move in and out of her.
Paying no mind to the possible damage he might do to her, he began to heave in and out at a good clip. Jocko pushed a finger in between the lips of her cunt and plunging into the tissue of her cherry. The girl screamed in anguish, and it was just what Jocko needed as his final treat before shooting his load. His whole body stiffened, and he went black with the sheer pleasure of shooting his wad right into her ass.
Theresa, in a bruised and semi-conscious condition, rocked back and forth on all fours. Everything in her body hurt, but she also felt that she deserved to be so degraded. She knew that she was sinking into the slime of their own morbid pleasures, but had been beaten too low to make any attempt to climb out of it.
At the precise second that he had shot his wad into her ass, Jocko had stabbed his finger right into her cunt. In fact, he stabbed it in so hard that he broke through the membrane and his finger was instantly coated with blood.
Thinking quickly, he had brought his finger right out and started to rub frantically at her clitoris, bringing on an instant orgasm for the girl. She had screamed again, but this time it was a scream of ecstasy. There was no doubt that she was quite a hot-blooded broad, once she was shown the way.
Jocko got up and walked around the room, thinking that he might be able to get his second wind and take her from the front. But he had neglected to lock the door and Tony was already inside, his pants off and his cock hard.
She was still down on all fours, bleeding and covered with come and sweat. Even her hair was matted to her skin. "Black Daddy" became disgusted with her battered appearance. He wanted her to look as fresh and lean as when he had first picked her up.
"Get her into the bathroom and help her clean off. Any one of you sticks a dick into her, and I'll cut it off for him. Got me?"
"Sure, boss."
"Then Black Daddy sat back in his chair, and lit up another cigarette. He heard the toilet flush, then the sound of a shower. He thought it was smart of the boys to throw her in the shower. It would be sure to put some life back into her.
He knew there were still things to be done to this lovely young yet quite ripe beauty and he didn't want to deprive his men of any of the virginal pleasures she had to offer.
"Bring her out here, and let's get on with it. If someone wants to fuck her cunt. It's getting pretty late, and the cops will be coming the whole town looking for her."
They brought her out with a large towel wrapped around her. Her eyes were very red, and hey had large circles under them. As soon as she was in the room, she threw herself at the leader's feet.
"Please don't let them do any more to me."
"You still have one hole to go."
"Please tell them to take me home. I know they will listen to you."
"You wouldn't want poor Tony to go home with a case of blue balls, now, would you?"
"Give her another beer. Looks like she's losing her guts."
"Good idea."
"Okay, drink the beer up, Terry. Remember how it relaxed you before? Now be a good girl and drink this one down in one gulp."
Theresa was feeling weak and nauseous. She drank the entire can, and had to sit down on the floor immediately, knowing that she would have fallen down otherwise.
"Get that towel off her!"
As soon as she was naked once more, the boys devoured her with their eyes.
"Hey, Tony I got an idea for you. Why don't you sit down in this chair and have her do the work for you?"
"Make her fall right down on the old shaft."
"That's it, man!"
"Far out!"
"Okay, dear, go to Tony and get fucked. He's going to make a real woman out of you."
Theresa was feeling very weak. Her head was spinning. Unable to move, she stayed stuck to the floor. Black Daddy got up and dragged her to her feet, slapping her across the face a few times to revive her.
"Go there and sit on his lap. He wants to play with you."
With Jocko's help he dragged her to the chair in which Tony was sitting. They put her on his knees. She allowed them to push and prod her, as she felt that her life was over. Tony's hands began to roam all over her battered flesh. He pressed his hand into her crotch, and at that moment, he put her arms out toward the back of the chair to keep herself from falling. But she fell against him anyway. Her tits were right against his face, and he naturally began to suck on them.
Theresa spread her thighs without even knowing it. Tony's fingers plunged right in. He immediately saw that her cunt was sopping wet and he started to laugh.
"This one is really starting to dig it."
"Why don't you try treating her like a woman for a little while and see what happens."
"Maybe I will."
CHAPTER FIVE
"All right, baby, you just snuggle up close."
Then he raised his head and Teresa dropped hers, throwing her arms around his neck as their lips met. The virgin was well heated with passion and she spread her legs even wider apart as her cunt was now burning.
And all that time, Tony was going over her body with his hands. Teresa was completely caught up in the throes of passion. It looked like Tony was going to have the easiest job of all.
While still kissing her, he lifted her up and changed her position so that she was almost kneeling on the seat of the chair. He slid himself lower between her thighs, which now straddled him on either side. This way, a little at a time, he was able to guide the tip of his cock against the start of her cunt.
Holding it with his hand, he rubbed it around the entrance to her slit, as she began to roll her hips around it. The movement was too much for Tony to resist. He lifted her up a little.
"I'm having trouble, boss. Help me out."
"Okay, stay right where you are."
"Black Daddy" walked over to the fucking couple and kneeling down, began to whisper in the girl's ear.
"All right now. I want you to press your cunt against his dick. You'll feel it start to go in. It will spread your cunt and go in a little at a time. You've still got a little cherry up there, and getting rid of it is going to be your job. You will keep pushing until it breaks. That's it. Start moving down."
Tony was groaning as the girl moved her body down. Then the girl screamed, but she kept right on going. A flood of virginal blood seeped down into his lap. It was now Theresa who refused to stop what she was doing. She had pushed her body right down his cock, and now she was crammed full with it.
He pumped up into her, but pumped a little too hard. It was more than she could take. She blacked out just as he shot his load into her reamed-out cunt. Blood and come coated the boy's dick. The girl did not awaken until he was starting to pull himself out of her.
When she did awaken, she threw her arms around the neck of the boy and covered his face with kisses. Then she collapsed in his arms, all out of breath and bone-tired. At that moment, she was hoping for a little comfort and compassion.
But now that Tony was though with her, he suffered from after-fuck disgust and shoved her onto the floor, where she fell in a heap.
She was unconscious before her head even hit the ground. The three boys closed up their pants and stood around looking down at her for a few seconds.
"Should we get her up again?"
"What the hell for? She wouldn't be worth much to any of us the way she is now."
"What do you want to do with her?"
"We can't take her out of here and dump her somewhere like the other one. Her clothes are all torn up."
"Then we'll just have to leave her right where she is."
"I don't see why not. She's in her own neighborhood."
"You think she can just walk out of here and on down the hill, stark naked?"
"So we'll leave her Georgie's raincoat."
"Good deal. Let's beat the hell out of here."
Before leaving, the boys collected all the garbage and anything else in the house which might lead to them. Then they turned their backs on the whole scene and beat the hell out of the neighborhood.
On the way back to their own neck of the woods, they spotted the school at which they had found the girl.
"I wonder if she'll ever have the guts to go back there."
"Never can tell with a broad like that. She might go either way."
"What does that mean?"
"She could run right to the nearest church and confess it all to a priest, or she might go the other way and become a hooker or a nymphomaniac."
"You kidding!"
"I wouldn't jive you. I understand broads like that. You never know with them."
"That sure was a gas. You got anything else planned? Man, after tonight, I'm really raring to go!"
"Sure, go right to jail. How many times I told you, you gotta lay low after a caper."
"I sure wish we could let all those stuck-up parents know it was us who got their girls."
"Yeah, boss, half the fun of raping them is having people know it was us who done it."
"I'm way ahead of you, boys. I've been working on an idea which might take care of all that."
"What you got in mind?"
"A newspaper, an underground newspaper, written and printed by us so it can't be traced."
"We need a press and paper."
"So we knock one off."
"When?"
"How about right now?"
They drove back to their own neighborhood where there was a print shop that also dealt in numbers. Since they had the goods on him, the dude saw no reason why they shouldn't make use of his shop.
Before dawn the next morning, they had slipped flyers under most of the doors in the good sections of town stating how they had a holy mission to teach all the pure white girls what sex was all about.
They also stated that if anyone tried to come looking for them in revenge, there would be a rape a day until the fuzz was called off.
The next day, there wasn't a single line in the newspapers about what they had done.
Georgie sneaked back to the deserted house, but there was no sign of the girl, and no police around it. It looked like she had gotten up, picked up the coat and walked out of there.
Curious, they parked around the corner from he school at closing time and waited for her to come out, but she did not appear. It was a mystery that they would never solve. The girl never showed up again. It was as if she never exited in the first place.
So they ended the chapter on the sweet Italian girl, and "Black Daddy" set his mind to planning something new.
CHAPTER SIX
His mind seemed to have drawn a blank as far as broads were concerned. So they stole a car and decided to overhaul and customize it, just for kicks. Maybe they would get it out to the track sometime, after they had taken care of the registration.
So they spent most of Saturday morning overhauling the 4-speed transmission. They tore down the box and washed everything. Then they replaced chipped gears, bearings, thrust washers and bushings. They coated the synchro cones with lubrication and put on new rings.
Then they put the rest of the car together and decided to call it a day. "Jocko" was feeling very irritated. About a month before, his girlfriend had become very annoyed with him, saying he was spending much more time at his robberies and gang-bangs than with her. This was, of course, denied, but it was no use.
After she had read him the riot act, she told him to go fuck himself, as she no longer wanted to. His pride aching, he had made no attempt to go after her, but he did watch her very carefully to make sure that she didn't take up with someone else. Finally, one night, he watched his old pal Georgie, follow Taffy up the stairs and into her room. Jocko dashed up the stairs of the building opposite and stationed himself on the roof, from which he could get an excellent view right into her windows.
As soon as they had walked into the room, Brandy had pulled her panties off, and leaned over the kitchen table, asking Georgie to fuck her dog style. Georgie dropped his jeans and gave it to her the way she wanted. Soon he was pounding his engorged cock right into the gaping cunt that was stretched out and waiting for him.
They both had their backs to the window, and were so engrossed in what they were doing that they didn't even think someone could be watching them. In their neighborhood two people fucking was not an unusual sight.
Jocko could clearly see Georgie wildly shoving his prick into Taffy's cunt. For all they cared, the world could be crashing about them. In spite of his raging jealousy, he sight of the wild fucking made his own cock start to quiver.
Soon he was watching with avid fascination as Taffy continued to receive the heavy humping of his own gang member. Strangely, he felt thrilled when he heard her screaming to his own friend that she was about to come. It was quite a sight to watch her throwing herself around, as his friend pushed into her again and again, and hen Georgie's ass was shuddering with his own orgasm.
His view of the proceedings was so good that he could even see the come begin to drip out of her cunt when it was over. Before they had a chance to get their clothes back on. Jocko dashed across the street, ran up the stairs and broke the door down.
He had made it across there so quickly that Georgie's cock was still in the cunt of his girlfriend, before Taffy looked back and saw Jocko standing behind them. Realizing that Jocko was probably furious enough to wipe up the floor with the both of them, she decided that it wouldn't pay to plead with him, or make some lame excuse.
Either of those would only have served to anger him more. Instead she would keep her cool and deal with him as best as she could. So she pulled herself away from Georgia, let her skirt down to hide her soaked cunt, and composed her flushed face.
Georgie was yanking on his jeans, when Jocko crashed his fist across the boy's face once, then stood back from the pair.
"Now isn't this cozy. Little Taffy, who didn't want my prick, getting herself worked over by loyal little Georgie."
Jocko knew that they were frightened, and with himself in control, he could control to play with them a little. His eyes went cold, and his voice became brutally cold.
"I wonder what "Black Daddy" is going to say when he hears that you broke one of the gang's rules. You know you don't fuck someone else's girl without his permission."
"But she said that she was through with you."
"And since when does one of our girls have the right to break off. You should know better."
"What are we going to do?"
"Well, little Taffy, it could go pretty hard on you. We could bring you before the gang council for punishment."
"Couldn't you and I settle this alone?"
Taffy was pretty sure that he would not report what he had seen to "Black Daddy." It would have been too much of a come-down to have to admit to the whole gang that his girl was sleeping around behind his back. Then she noticed the way that he was looking at her. The old familiar lust was there in his eyes. But she no longer had any desire for him. She had heard the way he was going around raping white girls, and was disgusted that he couldn't be satisfied with her alone.
It was why she had tried to get away from him in the first place. While Taffy was born in the slums along with the others she didn't have their goals for herself. Fucking was okay, but you tried to make it with one guy at a time. Jocko didn't play by the same rules.
But she could tell that he had sex on his mind. It was typical of the self-declared tough guy. Knowing that she was sick at the sight of him, he would force her to spread her legs for him. Well, even that was better than having her body mutilated and thrown into a garbage can.
Even if he didn't take a knife to her, getting fucked would be better than being brought before the council. That was sure to mean a whipping and gang-bang, neither of which appealed to her very much. So she resigned herself to her fate, and sighed deeply.
One thing was for sure. She would have to find a way to get Georgie out of the room before Jocko probably killed him. As long as the two boys were in the room together, something bloody might happen. Georgie was just cocky enough to think of taking Jocko on, even though he knew the boy was a sadistic knife artist.
Blood was something she just couldn't handle. It wouldn't be all that bad to get fucked by the guy. He was pretty good with his tool, even though he didn't much care where he suck it. Besides, once he fucked her, he wouldn't dare go to the council and report her. She would tell them what had happened and they would laugh him right out of the gang.
Her mind was made up, she dealt with Georgie. He was looking right at her, and she could tell that he was perfectly willing to stay and fight if she wanted him to.
"No, Georgie, I want you to leave now."
"I don't think I should leave you alone with this cat."
"Don't worry, I can handle him."
"Are you sure?"
"No problem, please go."
Georgie still wasn't sure. He looked first at Taffy, and then at Jocko. He did not want to leave the hot-blooded girl there with the sadistic Jocko. There was no telling what he might do to her. Georgie doubted that Jocko would be able to keep himself from beating her up.
But her eyes were begging him to get out of there, and against his better judgment, he decided to do as she asked. At the door, he turned back for a second.
"I'll be right downstairs. You scream if you need me."
"Okay, Georgie, go on down."
She was pleased with the obvious loyalty of the boy. It would be a shame to have to give him up and go back to the jealousy of Jocko. As he went down the stairs, she said a few words to comfort him.
"Don't you worry about anything."
"I don't know about that."
"Jocko and I will be able to work it all out."
"Remember, I'm right downstairs."
"Just go."
The tone in her voice was very explicit. He was not to hang around and that was all there was to it. Looking at her once more, and then at Jocko, Georgie finally left them. Once out in the front hall, he left the building and decided to head for home.
After all, he had made the gesture and she had not taken him up on it. He had done his part.
After the other gang members had left, Jocko laughed sadistically.
"What did you say about me not going to the council? What makes you think you're too damned good for me? I've been waiting quite some time to get even with you for tossing me over. Now's my chance and I am going to make you wish you never walked away from me."
Jocko stopped talking for a minute, feeling giddy with his own sense of power.
"You know what the boys will do, if I tell them?"
As soon as he said that, Taffy knew for certain that he wasn't about to say a single word on the subject. He was just working up to his demands, and she wished to hell he would get on with it. Her cunt was very sticky and she had to pee.
But she had momentarily forgotten who she was dealing with. Jocko knew that whichever way he went, he owned the girl, and he could take his sweet time making up his mind about what to do with her.
He wasn't about to fuck her. Not after Georgie had just plowed through there, but he had to do something to remind her of his virile manhood. It required a little more thinking.
"If I send you to Blackie, you'll be through in this neighborhood. Nobody will want you, especially after the gang gets through working on your face."
"Now, Jocko, that isn't necessary, is it?"
"Maybe not. Maybe I'll just go easy on you, considering this is the first offense."
"Get on with it. What do you want me to do?"
"Just kind of pamper me a little. That ain't too bad, is it?"
"Depends on what you want me to do."
"You can strip to start with. When I go, I go in style, not the way Georgie does it."
Knowing Jocko well enough to realize there was no point in arguing, Taffy began to follow his orders.
CHAPTER SEVEN
She unbuttoned her blouse first and let it drop to the floor. Then she took her bra off. She could already feel the heat from Jocko's eyes as she took each thing from her body. There was no point in prolonging the agony.
She might as well get undressed as fast as possible. Unzipping her skirt, she stepped out of it and laid it across the back of a chair. Never having had the chance to get her panties back on after the session with Georgie, the skirt was her last covering.
Now she stood completely naked in front of him, and his heated gaze devoured every inch of cocoa-colored skin. In that instant she realized that she now hated his guts. His breath was startling to come hard and she knew him for the horny animal he really was.
For a minute all he could do was stare at her.
"It's been a long time. I forgot how sexy you are."
Then he made his move. His hand shot out and grabbed onto one of her lush tits. She made a grimace when he touched her, and he became angry at her reaction.
"What's happened to you? There was a time when you couldn't get enough of my brand of fucking."
"I guess I acquired some class."
"Well, well see about that."
He wasn't going to have any woman of his feeling she was too good for him. It was time she learned her place again. He dropped his hand from her tit, and moved back a little. Black Daddy's performance with the two virgins was still fresh in his mind. He made every effort to mimic the powerful leader.
"Get on your knees."
Taffy looked at him with wonder. She had never heard such a forceful tone from him before. She knew that it would be best to obey the command. Once she was down, with her knees on the floor, he inched close to her again.
"Whip it out for me."
"I know what it looks like."
"You whip it out and start playing with it."
"All right, you don't have to yell."
Taffy had known what he wanted, but she couldn't resist the urge to torment him just a little. He deserved it, but she couldn't go too far while he was in this kind of a mood. So she unzipped his pants and reached inside, searching for his tool.
Finally her hand gripped the half-rigid tool and Taffy felt one moment of hesitation. When she dug cock, there was no holding her back, but when she didn't, the sight of one made her sick. That was how she felt right then, being forced to play with a dick that she no longer had any desire for.
She told herself that it was best to go ahead, and so pulled the thing out of his pants. Taffy pretty well knew what he would be wanting next, but she refused to do anything voluntarily. So she merely held the hardening thing in her hand and waited for him to say something.
"You know that's not as big as it gets. Start working on it."
Taffy slowly began to massage the familiar tool, now amazed once more at how rapidly it grew in her hand. That was one thing about old Jocko. His cock was always quick to rise and stayed that way for a long time. It was a shame that he wasn't more particular where he stuck it.
Rapidly, the boy's cock began to become rigid. With just a few rubs it was standing out in front of him. Long, hard and ready for action. She knew what was going to happen next. It couldn't go any other way. Jocko would not be able to resist her humble position.
"Suck it. You'll learn that I'm just as good as you are. And this time you keep right on sucking until I come. I used to give you the honor of sticking it into your cunt, after a good blow-job, but this time I am going to shoot into your mouth."
She had expected something like that, but still she felt a little sick, now that the order had been given. She had never minded sucking the boy's dick, but she had always talked him into fucking her before he came. Now she was not given such an alternative. How bad could it taste, she asked herself.
It was obvious that he was trying to degrade her, but if she showed some backbone and refused to do it, she might very well wind up in a hospital. What would be the point in that? The scars from a knife were a lot more obvious than some come that got stuck in her throat.
For one minute, though, she thought about taking him up on his bluff and telling him to go ahead and take her before the council. She could always deny it, and there would be Georgie to back her up, but no. In that crowd, the girl was always considered to be guilty. Her sentence would be decided before she said a word.
She had to do what he wanted, and there was no way out of it. So she closed her eyes, and began to move her head in the direction of his rigid weapon. She had to suck it, no matter how distasteful it seemed to her now.
So she touched it to her lips, and stopped, thinking once again about telling him to go to hell. It didn't much matter what she thought that point, because Jocko already had his hands on her head and was pushing her in the direction of his weapon.
"Get with it. Start sucking."
"Okay, you fucking bastard. Take it easy."
Taffy started moving in on it again. His cock didn't even taste the same to her any more. Even though she had once dug him like crazy, and had been willing to do everything in the sex books with him, now just being this close to his body revolted her.
If she had to masturbate for the rest of her life, or until she saved enough money to move out of the neighborhood, it would be better than having to go down on him whenever he asked for it. But here she was, right now, and she was down on her knees in front of him, and starting to work his cock into her mouth.
Just because she was being forced to do it, with the threat of violence, didn't change the fact that she was still doing something that went against her grain.
At least if he had wanted to fuck her, she wouldn't be feeling so humiliated. But the act of sucking on his dick, and doing it on her knees, getting no kick out of it for herself killed all her self-respect. No matter what her thoughts, she stayed on her knees.
So she would do a dynamite job on him and get it over with really fast. She began to fantasize about the way it used to be, when she thought he was the greatest stud in all the world. With this fixed in her mind, she was able to start really sucking on the thing.
Taffy began to work her tongue all around it as she slid the big thing in and out of her mouth. Remembering all the good times, it began to taste a whole lot better to her. So she was able to suck on it faster and faster.
After a while she noticed that Jocko was working on keeping his cool, wanting her to stay down there as long as possible. So he was fighting his come, and making her work really hard for her freedom. He was going to come in her mouth, he had told her that. The taste of come was going to be a first for her, and she wasn't sure how she felt about the impending hew experience.
She just wished that whatever happened, it would be over in a hurry. But she knew very well the power of Jocko's will. Whenever they had fucked she had been grateful for his control. He used to fuck her for ages without shooting his wad and enabling her to get her rocks off more than once before it was over.
"Keep on going, you whore. Remember how proud you used to be that I could stay hard forever without coming? What do you think of my self-control now?"
Then he laughed, but became quiet as the slurping of her tongue against the tip of his dick sent him into a spasm of great pleasure. It was really getting to him now, and he grabbed tighter on to her head, making her take so much of his dick into her mouth that she choked and sputtered for a minute.
Taffy tried to fight him off, but he smacked her on the forehead with his fist, and she decided to continue, even if she choked to death. So she closed her mind to her disgust once more and began to suck on him even faster. While she didn't have a prayer of a chance of getting away untouched before, she knew that if she didn't get him to come in her mouth now, the guy would be certain to kill her, and though she valued her body, she also liked life.
Even though Jocko prided himself on holding out for a long time, still Taffy had the most talented mouth he ever came across. That plus all the rage that needed to be worked out of him was fast making him lose his control.
He began to feel the churning in his balls that would not stop until he emptied them into her mouth. They began to get tighter and tighter, making his whole body ache so much that he could barely breathe. His mouth was dry, and he was panting like a hot dog.
Taffy knew her long-lost lover very well, recognizing the signs that he was ready for an orgasm. She wished that there was some way she could avoid having to swallow his load, but she had gotten this far and she would just have to suffer it.
So she took a deep breath and began to work even harder, comforting herself with the knowledge that once he shot his load, he would probably want to leave and she would be free of him, at least for a little while. And a little while was what she needed to come up with some kind of solution that could end all contact with him, but keep him from taking revenge.
Jocko was still fighting it, but his balls would not hold back for another second. He grabbed her head and held her tightly as he began to fuck her mouth, working his hips back and forth like a well-oiled machine.
"Ahhh, baby, just like the old time."
He was moaning heavily, and then she began to taste the first spurts of his come. She had won at their little game, making him come faster than he wanted to, but it was a very hollow victory. After all, she was still down on her knees, and now she was being forced to swallow his come.
She began to feel the hot come go down her throat and wished there was some way she could hold her nose without offending him. Mercifully, it was over in a hurry. Jocko heaved one more sigh and the last drop of his fluid landed on her tongue.
It was over. He let go of her head, but his still-hard cock remained in her mouth. His eyes were clear now, and he was taking great pleasure in looking down at the sight of his dick in the cheating girl's mouth. Her cheeks were kind of puffed out and he guessed that she was holding on to some of the come that way, hoping to spit it out somewhere as soon as he pulled his dick out.
"Swallow it, bitch, swallow it."
His cock still in her mouth, she tried to shake her head no. But in order to get what he wanted, he slapped first one of her cheeks and then the other side of her mouth, forcing her to sputter and swallow it down.
When this was accomplished, her face went kind of green, but the look she shot up at him was one of abiding hate.
"What is it, darling? Don't you like the way my come tastes? Do you think that Georgie's tastes any better. Get used to it, sister, because I ain't finished with you yet.
His anger made his cock pull out of her mouth and now it was Taffy's turn to be sarcastic.
"You think you can have me any time you want to? Well, let me tell you something. You just threw your own throat right out the window. That's Georgie up on the roof with that camera you stole the other day. You go to the council and Georgie and I will show up with the film. How will you explain to them that you want me to be punished and kicked out of the crowd, when here you just been getting a great blow-job?"
She had been so sure that her remarks would make him realize that he no longer had any hold on her. So she was surprised to see that it didn't faze him in the least.
"So I might lose my standing with the guys, but so what? It wouldn't last for very long. I can fight and steal better than any of them, except maybe Blackie, but you, that would be something else! No matter how bad I looked, they would have to follow the rules and do a number on you. Your face would never be the same."
Taffy sank back on her heels as she realized that Jocko was in all probability, absolutely right. Even the photos would show that he had been able to get her to submit to his will. Once again, Jocko was the master and she might as well recognize that fact.
She would have to go on being his girl until she found a way to get out of town. Well, it wasn't too bad. He was spending so much time with his gang now, that he wouldn't be hanging around very much. She could work extra hours at the coffee shop and save up enough bread to get out of there.
While she had to face the fact that there would be no new boyfriends for her and she would have to give Jocko whatever kind of sex he wanted. It was still better than having her face cut up or living in the constant fear that he would catch her in the act again and break her neck.
All the time Taffy was collecting her thoughts, Jocko had been standing and watching her. He wasn't at all as sure of himself as he was coming off to be, and so he was greatly relieved when he finally noticed her drop her head as a sign of her surrender.
"Have you decided that it's not so bad to be my girl? Do you behave from now on or do I leave here and go on over to call a meeting of the council?"
"You don't have to. I won't give you any more trouble."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jocko left Taffy's room feeling as much of a big man as he was sure Black Daddy thought only he could be. So great was his feeling of power, that he had visions of maybe breaking away a few of the guys from the Warlords and starting a gang of his own.
He would have to prove himself, though, in order to get any of them to follow him. Rapes had become quite a thing with them and he decided that it would be the perfect way to get the gang to respect him enough to think twice about sticking with Blackie.
Now that this was decided, all he needed was a target. He searched his mind for some possibilities. It had to be someone that they all knew, so they would be sure to hear about it. But it couldn't be anyone that they liked.
Abigale Morgan, the snotty social worker! Of course! They all said that she was going around the neighborhood just looking to get fucked. The way she dressed and leaned over them whenever she had a chance. She was the biggest tease in the world, and deserved to be taught a lesson.
Well, Jocko was just the one to teach it to her. She wouldn't be able to go to the cops, either, because the gang was a big one, and they would all swear that she had blackmailed them into fucking her, saying that she would cut off the checks of their families if she didn't get what she wanted from them.
It was a perfect setup. He called her office and told her that he needed to see her right away. There was a serious emergency. He set up some cups and a pot of coffee. She could never refuse a cup of coffee with a client, now, could she?
He also laid out a batch of pornographic magazines, and left the front door open. Now the stage was set, and he was ready to play his part. He would be caught in the act of reading the magazines and be very embarrassed. If she was as much of a horny bitch as everyone said, the picture would be enough to get her cunt itching.
At the appointed hour, Jocko sat down in his chair at the table, and began to turn the pages of his sex book. Sure enough she walked right into the apartment just like she owned the place.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't hear you come in."
"Never mind. What is that stuff you're reading?"
"Nothing that a lady like you should be seeing. Just a minute and I'll get rid of it."
"Not so fast. Let me have a look."
While she turned some of the pages, staring with heated interest, Jocko poured some coffee into one of the cups, and added a special little for flavor.
Abigale Morgan realized that she should not be seen having so great an interest in fuck books, but she found it very difficult to tear herself away. As she continued to leaf through the pages, she found herself becoming very excited by the lurid scenes that were depicted in full color.
Her lusting eyes became glued to the pages, and she barely heard Jocko place the steaming cup down beside her. He stood there, drinking from his own undrugged cup and watching her face light up as the scenes stimulated her interest.
She had picked up her cup without taking her eyes away from the book and had drunk almost the whole cup before she became aware of the funny taste. She commented to herself that the boy should learn to make better coffee and put it out of her mind.
But Jocko knew that the drug would hit her like a ton of bricks in a second, which it did. She began to mutter to herself, as her fingers tightly clutched the book. Jocko moved up slowly behind her as her interest became so intent that she got up from her chair and leaned over the table to get a closer look at the fuck scenes.
He put his hands right on to the plump little mounds of her ass and began to play with them. On an impulse, he dropped his head down and kissed the back of her neck. Then he rubbed his face in her sweetly-scented hair.
She was not aware of his closeness, at first. As she was much too absorbed in watching paper cocks become imbedded into four-color cunts. But as his hands became more insistent on her ass, she suddenly stiffened, trying to make him move away from her, even though the drug had already begun to work on her.
Every touch of his hands was actually turning her on, but she knew better than to let herself be handled by one of her clients.
"You really shouldn't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because you're my client. At least you were when I walked in that door."
"Why don't you just try to forget that for a little while?"
"I don't think I can."
But Jocko kept right on going. He worked his hand around the obviously expensive dress, and began to undo the buttons in front. They ran all the way down to the crotch, and he was able to get them all open, and his hand working to the inside of her thighs, before she made any move to resist. At the same time he tried to pry her thighs apart, but Abigale was starting to get herself collected enough to make a scene.
"You shouldn't do that!"
"You know you want me to."
Jocko refused to back down. He was thinking of his fantasy about being the great gang leader again and he wanted to rape her violently, so violently that the gang would not be able to get over it. He was aching to ram his lusting cock right into her delicious white cunt, and start to fuck her so hard that she went right out of her snobby little skull.
It was important that he be masterful with her, fuck her into a sobbing heap, drive her so wild with his heavy sex that she begged him to go on and fuck her until she dropped. He moved his hot hands up along her trembling thighs and under her panties until he felt the kinky hair of her cunt.
It only took a quick stab to work his way into her cunt, where he began to frig her violently, making her drop the book and grip the table to keep from falling down. He was starting to drive her crazy, he was sure of that. So he continued to use all of his fingers to rub and plunge, all at the same time.
In spite of the delicious sensations she was receiving, Abigale clutched her thighs together and tried to resist his invading hands. Her body stiffened and she fought to get herself free from his clutches.
"No, you mustn't."
Although she was willfully fighting him, her drugged blood was heating in her cunt, which began to dampen. Her body was responding to the handling she needed, even though her mind told her not to allow it, but her body was indeed quivering with desire and there was no running away from that fact.
As she twisted her body around in a vain effort to get away from the welfare client, she was able to see still more of the lurid scenes in the fuck book. Her own life was beginning to look just like it.
"What are you doing? This is dangerous."
Danger was Jocko's middle name. He had come to the point where he did not want to play with her any longer. He wanted to fuck and that was all there was to it.
Pulling his hands out of her dress, he spun her around so that she was facing him.
"You're gonna get fucked, bitch!"
"No, we shouldn't do it."
"I used the wrong word, then. If you don't want to get fucked, then you must want to get raped."
"Rape? Oh, no!"
Turning a deaf ear to her pleas to let her alone, Jocko grabbed her dress at the shoulders and began to tear it. The soft fabric gave easily under his grasp. He continued to tear at it until a good portion of her body was exposed. She wore no bra and the panties were torn in a second.
Abigale, suddenly realizing that she was stark naked in front of her Puerto Rican client, tried to cover her body with her hands, making Jocko laugh uproariously. He grabbed her hands away and practically spat words at her face.
"Virgin or whore, you're all alike."
"What do you mean?"
"Every damn one of you wants to be fucked, but you cover yourself up just the same."
Leaving her standing in a state of total confusion, Jocko started to get out of his clothes. He caught sight of figures on the pages, doing sixty-nine. Abigale saw it, too, and she started to get angry.
"Don't you go thinking that you can do anything you want with me. I'm not one of your slum women, you know!"
"Yeah, I know. That's why I'm treating you so tough. You need it more than they do. They already know their place, but you, you still have to learn."
"I will not submit to this."
She wanted to turn away from him then but at that moment his muscular, naked body caught her full attention. He pushed her down on the bed and hunched over her, feasting on her gleaming white body with his eyes.
In the few moments of their disrobing he had actually become the virile gang leader of his own fantasy. He was a fucking wild animal!
His thick, dark cock stood out stiffly from the thick tangle of his pubic hair and it was already throbbing at the thought of the place it would soon be entering. His big, heavy balls were swinging as he moved, and Abigale could not help admiring the massive equipment on her economically deprived friend.
He certainly wasn't deprived when it came to physical attributes. As he continued to look on his massive equipment, her body shivered with fear. She had never taken on anything quite that big before. If she wasn't careful he might split her cunt wide open.
Snarling at her, Jocko leaned down over the bed and pushed the woman's legs wide apart. Then he crawled up on the bed with her, and inched toward her quaking cunt. He reached out and clamped his hands over the inside of her soft thighs. Then he hunched over some more and leered right into the wide open, lips of her gaping cunt. With his thumbs, he pulled the lips wider apart so he could see all the way into the dark-red gash.
This he watched for quite some time and then groaned as he dropped his head and buried his darting tongue into the wet cavity. Abigale twitched at the shock of the sudden contact and ground her ass down onto the mattress, as if she might escape his eating her that way.
"Please don't-"
She was whimpering now and threw her head from side to side as his tongue thrust in and out of the pulsing lips of her cunt. She was frightened and antagonized, but waves of erotic pleasure were shooting through her body, from down inside her belly, all the way to her jiggling tits.
Jocko reached over the smooth belly and dug his hands into the mounds of her milky tits. He twitched at the nipples as he had seen his leader do to their victims. His mouth and tongue worked like crazy on the delicious meat of her cunt, as his eyes watched with savage delight to her expressions of horror and pleasure.
He was waiting for her to get off her high horse and surrender herself to him. It was only a question of time. He was sure of that.
"Dammit, you hot-blooded spick!"
The sounds of her outrage only served to incite him even further. As she lay shrieking on the bed with her legs spread wide, Jocko continued to stab his tongue deeply into the channel of her throbbing cunt.
The woman watched as he worked on her, possessed by her white charms, but having power over her just the same. She became enraged that he should feel he could take her so freely. But her anger was making her blood rise and that, in turn, was making her passion rise.
While she did her best to keep it from showing, there was no way she could hide it from Jocko. He knew he had her right in the palm of his hand.
"Now I'm going to fuck you until you're ready to climb the walls."
"I don't care. I know I can make you pay for it later."
"You're not going to threaten me. And don't act like such a damn martyr."
"How do you expect me to act?"
"I expect you to want it. It's not enough that you're just surrendering. I want you to want it as badly as I do."
"But I don't!"
"Say it! Say that you want me to fuck you!"
"But I don't. I don't."
"Then say it anyway."
"I will not say such a thing."
"You will. This is how I will persuade you."
Abigale closed her eyes tightly feeling ashamed that she was not putting up more of a fight. She asked herself why it wasn't sufficient for him to be having his way with her body, without making her say that she actually enjoyed it. How could she admit to such a thing, even if it was true?
"Say it now. Tell me that you want me to fuck you."
He inched his body over hers, and put his hands on the sides of her quivering body. His aching cock was right up between her cunt, just as his tongue had been not too long ago.
But now his mouth was near hers. His face was twisted into a sadistic leer and Abigale cringed when she saw it. She was busy trying to push her body back down against the mattress in a vain attempt to get away from his threatening cock.
Abigale didn't even understand why she was trying. She knew very well that there was no way she could get away from him. He was going to do anything he wanted with her and she was incapable of fighting it.
It really doesn't matter, she thought to herself. I can use a good fucking right about now. I just wish he wasn't one of my clients.
"I'm waiting for those words."
Abigale groaned. There was very little resistance left in her. Her mind was so drugged, and her body so much in heat, that she didn't much care how low she had to crawl in order to have her deepest desires fulfilled.
"I want-"
"Come on, say it, you bitch."
"I want you to-oh, I just can't!"
He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit, and this last motion drove her over the brink.
"Now say it!"
"Fuck!"
"Say some more."
"Fuck me. There, I said it. And now I mean it. Fuck me. Please fuck me!"
She was screaming now and the words tore out of her throat like the screaming of a banshee. All the years of her prejudice and arrogance were torn away from her as the lust began to creep through her entire being.
"Fuck me! Ram that big cock of yours into me and fuck me. Do a job on me that I'll never forget."
It was no lie. She really wanted his cock now. She wanted it because she was a horny woman and he was a man with a big dick, hard and just aching to plow right into her. Who cared what the rest of her society thought of such a thing. With their expensive clothes off, her own men were no different than this one.
Jocko was towering over her like a crazy animal. He couldn't be more pleased with himself. The bitch was coming around even more than he had thought possible. He had never expected to get this far with her, but there she was lying right under him. He was right about the strength of his own manhood and soon he would be proving it to her, and then to the entire gang when they found out about it.
He grunted and fell forward on top of her, his full weight smashing against her tits. His hips came forward at the same time and he immediately plunged his huge, throbbing weapon right into her wet slit.
Once in, he went at her like a wild animal, pushing the lips of her cunt wide as he plowed into her. He kept right on going until he felt his balls smack hotly against the cheeks of her ass.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Abigale knew that she had never been so crammed full of cock in her whole life. His penis felt as though it were a huge battering ram, ripping open everything that lay before it. Now it was sunk deeply into her cunt, filling it to the brim and creating delicious pressure within her. She felt every inch of the massive weapon pressed tightly into her and she was thrilled to the core by it.
Jocko lay perfectly still then. His face was right over hers and he slammed his lips tightly down on hers, reaming his cock around a little more each time.
Her cunt widened a little bit with every stroke that he took, while Abigale clenched her teeth and tried to fight the rising feeling of lust that was building within her.
She wanted to fight him out of sheer spite, if nothing else. But the throbbing of wild pleasure deep within her that his cock was producing kept wiping the thought out of her racing mind.
There was really no reason to resist. She certainly was no virgin, so she had nothing to lose. When it was over, she would be able to tell herself that it was none of her fault, and what could you expect from animals like her clients. And that would be the end of it.
So there was really no reason to resist. She would just allow herself to sink into the animal passions he was producing in her and enjoy it as long as it lasted.
The expression on her face changed to one of bitchy pleasure, as she smiled wickedly up at him. Seeing this, he began to hump her with wilder strokes, plunging his stiff rod in and out of her at an incredible rate.
Her whole body began to twitch and wriggle. She was free of the pretense of being a lady that she had to employ with the men she knew on her side of town. Now she could openly groan with pleasure as she lifted her hungry mouth to his for a searing kiss.
As soon as she reached it, she shoved her tongue right into his mouth as she moaned of her passion for him. And she was indeed filled with great passion. It rushed through her like a gust of hot wind. Her nostrils flared, and sweat broke out all over her face and body.
"Now you're getting there. Come on, baby, you fuck back at me. That's it, fuck right back."
In answer to his instructions, she began to twist and rotate her body, pulling him deeper and deeper into her with every movement. Her cunt clutched at him and she screwed it up against him until every inch of his hot meat had been swallowed up by it.
She threw her hands up and hung onto his shoulders, digging her fingers into his back, as she hung onto his hard-fucking body for dear life.
He was certainly taking her on a very wild ride. The humiliation had long been gone, and the last of her prejudices. She wound her legs around him as her body quivered uncontrollably. Her eyes were closed and her tongue snaked around in his mouth, as she made little grunting sounds.
Her body was so tensed up with the passion of it all that the muscles in her thighs stood out rigidly as she writhed under him. She could hardly believe the frantic intensity of the pleasure that kept searing through her body.
Abigale had always enjoyed fucking, but her middle class lovers left something to be desired when it came to passion. Now she could hardly believe the wild sensations that she was experiencing at the hands of this lower class boy. She was actually fucking someone from a society that she had always looked down on.
It was very sordid, and the truth was that she was loving every minute of it. It was so wild that she wished it could go on forever.
Jocko was working hard on her. He slammed into her cunt with savage strokes, so forceful that it came out of her all the way to the tip. Then he rammed it into her again so forcefully that they could both hear the slap of his swollen balls as they hit against her tortured ass.
He quickened his strokes, as she thrashed around under him. He put his arms under her knees and pushed her legs up into the air so that the whole of her genital area was wide open and gaping before him.
"Ummmmmm."
She was grunting like an animal beneath him, her face no longer recognizable, twisted as it was with the intensity of her high excitement. One burst after another of heated passion hit through her body. She was tingling from head to toe.
Abigale realized that this is really what sex is all about. She wondered if she would ever find it again in the outside world where she lived. It was just so wonderful. She hoped that he wasn't one of those guys who was quick on the trigger. She really wouldn't of minded if the fucking went on all day.
Jocko grunted and groaned, his strokes coming like lightning now. He was grinding deep and hard into the deepest parts of her cunt. His balls were tremendously full and aching as they slapped against her body. They were carrying a heavy load and anxious, very anxious to be rid of it.
Sure he was about to shoot his load, but so was she, and that was one great achievement. Her grunts and gasps were coming faster now, and judging from the way that her tits were heaving against his own chest, it wouldn't be too long now.
He was hoping to hold out until she had come to hers, just to prove how much of a man he was, but he found that he couldn't do it.
"Shit, oh, fuck, I'm coming!"
Under his quaking body, Abigale shook like someone with a strange disease, as she threw her head all over the place. She was babbling like an idiot, the pleasures driving her wild. Her cunt was so very hot that she thought the fires would never be quenched.
There was no doubt about it, she was coming!
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Jocko felt her boiling cunt opening around him, as he shot the first of several hot streams of come into her swollen cavity. Her own cream flowed out and around his jerking cock, mixing with his own fluids on the way down. Yet another stream of hot cream gushed forth, and her body twisted up to welcome it.
His own body twisted and he bucked his hips frantically, draining himself so dry as she jerked nonstop up to his body. Her cunt kept opening and closing, milking him of every last drop.
Abigale was moaning and mumbling now, floating on a cloud of pure pleasure. Her heart was pounding painfully, as Jocko shot the last of his load into her.
That was the end and the room became silent, except for the sounds of their labored breathing. Jocko pulled out his cock and collapsed on the bed next to her. Abigale closed her eyes now to block out the sight of the dirty room and the cheap furniture.
While they were fucking all the sordidness had been swept away, but now that it was over, she found herself lying naked on sheets that had probably not been changed in a month.
She was ashamed to be lying next to the boy whom she suspected of running with one of the toughest gangs in the city. Hell only knew what kind of filth the boy had fucked before her, and what crimes he must have committed in his time.
Still, there was no denying that she felt pretty damned good, down there in her cunt. It had been quite a wild experience, even if it had to be achieved by force. She had started out terrified, climbed the dizzy heights of her passion and now that it was over she was once again terrified.
Right at that moment all she wanted was out. No matter how great it had been, she had to get away from there as quickly as possible. He might even tell his friends what had happened, and say that she was willing. Then they would be swarming all over her.
At that moment, she knew that she would have to ask for a change of cases. It was time to get out of there and as quickly as possible. She got up and went to the heap of her clothing. She was able to get into her panties all right but her dress had been torn to shreds.
"Look, I have to get out of here. You don't expect me to leave in this condition, do you?"
"Why not? I think you look great just the way you are."
"Ill bet you do, but I can't walk out in the streets this way."
"You want some of my clothes?"
"Very funny. Any of the neighbors around that you might be able to borrow a dress from?"
"Yes, I know just the one. And she's probably your size, too."
Jocko left the room for a few minutes, then returned with a rather shabby dress of a loathsome shade of red. Abigale turned up her nose at it, but she had to put it on or go out in the street in rags.
After she put it on she looked at herself in the mirror and thought that she looked like the cheapest whore in town. This thought she repeated to Jocko who rolled over on his side and began to laugh.
"You're so right. That dress happens to belong to the cheapest whore in town. I couldn't think of anything better to get for you."
"Why, you miserable creep."
Abigale was all for ripping the dress off and smothering the boy with him but she had no other dress available, so instead she had to content herself with throwing the fuck books at him. Then she opened the door and started to leave, passing a young girl in the hall, who snickered at her and went right into Jocko's room.
"Don't leave on my account. Come on back in."
Mystified, Abigale followed her back into the room, thinking it best to find out what she wanted.
"Well, you two, did you have a good time?" Abigale blushed scarlet, matching her dress perfectly. Had she actually seen them?"
"Where's Georgie? Is he with you?"
"Oh, sure, but he went on down to the clubhouse. He wants us all to meet him there."
"I really have to get going."
"I advise you to come along with us, Miss Morgan. I wouldn't want to call up your office and report you."
"All right, I get the message, I'm being blackmailed."
"Don't be too hard on us, Miss Morgan. I admit that you got caught into this whole thing innocently, but now that you are a part of it, I really have to insist that you play out the whole course. Besides, I caught a little bit of your action. Aside from your money and clothes, you're really one of our people and you should take advantage of it."
"I don't see how I could."
"I know that you're feeling pretty down and confused right now. This must have been a really bad trip for you, but Jocko is one tough stud, and when it comes to fucking, you could do a lot worse. But, you know that by now, don't you?"
"Yeah, I know."
Taffy spoke in a whisper now, wanting only the rich woman to hear her.
"The only way I can be free of Jocko to go with my own man, is if someone keeps him happy. He's only come after you anyway, so you might as well go along with him now.
You'll get more of a kick out of it."
"I don't know. I just don't know."
"Why don't you and I grab a bite to eat, so you can have a chance to think it over. This could be the start of quite a groovy life for you. You start running with us and you won't ever know a boring day again."
"But I have so much to lose."
"No-one will ever know as long as you keep your mouth shut. Around here, we never talk."
"Okay, let me think about it for a while."
"Come on over to my place first. You shouldn't be caught dead in a dress like that. Jocko get that from the whore upstairs?"
"Yes."
"He does have a pretty sick sense of humor."
Abigale gazed into Taffy's eyes for a long moment. She was very confused, but she felt a strange sense of friendship with the pretty black girl. There might be some truth in what she was saying. It was true that she had really enjoyed the wild fucking and had wished for a while that there could be more of it.
"Let's go change and have something to eat. We'll meet the boys at the clubhouse and meanwhile you can think it over."
"Okay and would you mind if I took a shower over at your place? I really feel kind of grimy."
CHAPTER NINE
The girls had talked it over and when they went down to the clubhouse, Abigale was starting to feel better about the whole thing. She was sent into the backroom where Jocko was nude and taking a nap.
Taffy had lent her a long African dress under which she wore absolutely nothing. Jocko sat up and looked at her. Through the sheer fabric he could see glimpses of her milky curves. Having fucked her was something he was proud of but he was still not sure of how she was feeling.
Things might work out even better than he had planned. If he could actually get a fine lady like her to be his girl, he could probably take over the whole gang, right from under Blackie's nose.
He might even get to dig a chick like her in time. One thing was for certain. Now that he had sampled the joys of white fucking, he could never go back to he low-class broads he had known in the past. He had picked up a taste for class along the way, and he refused to give it up.
A broad like her had to be approached with caution.
"I hope I didn't upset you too much. I admit that I started out to hurt you but that's not the way I'm thinking now. Honest, it isn't."
'That was quite a rough time you gave me."
"I know and I really can't tell you how sorry I am. I think we can have a really swinging time together. You've made me feel like a pretty big man today."
Abigale realized that the boy was being sincere. While all she might be looking for was some wild fucking, she had to admit to herself that she was flattered by the obvious adoration he was presenting.
Being honest with herself, she had to admit she would miss that wild cock of his, if she had to give it up. She also had to admit that the whole fucking scene of going with a gang like that really did appeal to her.
"If you want out, well see that you get home safe and sound."
"No, I don't want out."
"You mean you'll stay?"
"Yes, I will."
Jocko was dumbstruck as he turned to face her. She had changed since he had last seen her. In just the past hour or so, something dramatic had happened within her. Even her face seemed different.
The hard pinch of arrogance was gone and in its place was a soft, sexual allure that he hadn't noticed before. When her eyes looked at him, he saw the bitch in heat once more.
His cock began to grow and his body became hot with passion for the white woman.
"Ill be your woman, Jocko."
"Do you mean it?"
"I really dig what you did to me."
"And you're not mad?"
"I am so happy with what happened that I want to do it some more. I want to learn every fucking trick you know."
"I just can't believe it."
"If you want me to prove it to you, all you have to do is fuck me."
Jocko's eyes widened at the use of obscene language from the mouth of the well-bred woman.
"Fuck me with that big cock of yours."
Abigale got up from the chair in which she had been sitting, and looking at him with blazing eyes, untied the cord that held her gown closed. Then she stood up on her pretty toes and let the filmy gown drop to the floor.
Now she stood there proud and totally nude, her white body gleaming in the dim light. She turned a little and posed for him, letting him feast on her supple curves.
Jocko stood up, too. His eyes were dazed by the heated glow of the sensuous white woman. He let the sheet drop off his body, so that he was also completely naked. Every muscle in his body throbbed with desire for her.
They stared at each other with open lust, like two breeding animals ready for rutting. Abigale dropped her hands to her throbbing cunt and pushed her hips out in his direction. Then she spread the lips of her cunt apart so that Jocko could see the treasure that was waiting for him.
Jocko's hot cock throbbed into a state of rigid readiness, standing out from the tangle of his pubic hair, like a saber. His testicles were already beginning to churn.
She then moved her hands up to her round white tits and fondled them seductively, looking deep into his eyes, beckoning him forward.
"Let me be your stud. You'll never need another one."
"And let me be your woman. Ill fuck for you until I drop."
"Have I ever got the hots for you!"
"Yes, yes, take me now."
Slowly they moved toward each other, breathing hard with passion, their desire ever building in their naked bodies. Then they reached out to each other, slowly pulling then-bodies together in a passionate embrace, as their tongues met and mingled.
Jocko slid his hands down over the curve of her glossy hips. Then he moved them up again, across her stomach, and even higher until they stopped at the lush mounds of her firm tits. He rubbed them happily, thrilling to the feel of the silky flesh.
He squeezed the nipples with his fingers, and watched them quiver and come alive. Abigale was keeping her hands busy, too. They dropped to the rigid pulsing of his blood-filled shaft. The touch of the hot rod sent her into a passionate impulse.
Suddenly, she dropped to her knees before him, opened her mouth, and helped herself to a taste of his cock. Once inside, she closed her wet lips around it.
"Ahhhhh!"
Jocko was moaning with surprised pleasure. Abigale continued to swallow until she had all of his hot meat in her mouth. Then she began to move her head gently up and down, tossing her tongue around his rigid instrument, while her playing fingers searched for his heavy balls and began to knead them. She closed her eyes and thrilled to the taste of his thick, brown meat in her mouth as it slid all the way down her throat and back again.
Jocko grabbed onto her hair, his excitement rising. He could hardly believe that the once arrogant white woman was really down on her knees and happy to be sucking on his dick. His mind became filled with glorious thoughts of great power.
Abigale began to pick up on the tempo of her cock-sucking, using her free hand to play with the base of his shaft, as her mouth continued to work. Jocko was building up quickly to a rousing come.
He began to plunge his throbbing cock in and out of her O-shaped lips, so frantically that Abigale had to hold onto his tensing ass with her hands. Jocko was moving into a frantic delirium.
"Stop it, baby, stop, so I can fuck you."
"Yes, that's what I want."
"Come and lie down with me."
Abigale was happy to let the cock go from her mouth, as she knew it would once again be inside her, but this time at her other end. She stood up with him. They were embracing at the edge of the cot.
Jocko growled like a lusting animal, and seized her by the shoulders. Together, they fell back on the bed, caught up in the flood of their own sexuality. He quickly threw his body up and over hers, using his knees to spread her thighs apart.
Then he gripped his cock tightly in his hand and pushed it to the start of her cunt.
"Ohhhh, baby."
Uttering this cry, he lunged forward and sank his hot shaft deeply into her wet slit. Abigale was behaving just as wildly as he was, as she threw her legs up and around his back. Then she reached around with her hand and began to play with his ass.
Happily, she spread the cheeks apart, as he moved his groin up and down in a frantic fucking motion. The passionate white woman was so taken with heated lust as her new lover's thick cock traveled all the way up her gushing cunt, that she began to sob.
He pulled himself back, then lunged forward again, ramming in so heavily that he hit against the back wall of her slit. Wild pleasure rushed through her body.
"Oh, Jocko, you are so wild."
When she looked up she could see his head thrown all the way back, with his face twisted into one of passionate lust. What she saw aroused her even more. She began to move her soft body along with his, grinding her belly against him.
The violence of his fucking was so intense that it became almost painful. But Abigale was loving every minute of it. She moaned and sobbed as her body sang with pleasure. At that moment she knew that she had been right to go along with the Puerto Rican.
Together they would have some pretty wild times, just as they were having now. With the young stud, she would be able to discover all sorts of new perversions.
"Fuck me. Keep is going."
"Yes, baby, I'll give you all the fucking in the world."
Abigale reached up with her hands and grabbed onto his head, forcing his mouth to come down on hers. Her tongue ran around his full, parting lips, then worked inside to his teeth, as they parted so his own tongue could mingle with hers. Their tongues danced together wildly, then Jocko sucked hers deeply into his mouth, pulling so hard on it that she thought it would be torn off at the roots.
He slipped his arms beneath her wriggling body and gripped her as they began to roll wildly all over the bed. His cock went right on smacking into her clinging hole.
Abigale spread her body out wide so that she could easily receive his most intense thrusting. She clung to him as tightly as she could, keeping their bodies glued together as they heaved about on the bed.
"Oh, shit, are you ever a hot lay!"
Again she forced her heaving thighs upward, and spread them as far apart as they would go without being ripped from their sockets. She was so far up that her feet were reaching for the sky. Even though the position was difficult for her to maintain she loved the deep thrusting he was able to give her. Using every last ounce of her strength, she lifted her ass even higher.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!"
"Any harder and I'll hurt you bad."
"Then hurt me! I want to be hurt."
Jocko took his cue and began to slam away at her gushing cunt, conquering her like the military leader he believed himself to be. Their sweating bodies rocked wildly.
Deep inside the boy's tightly drawn testicles, he felt his come begin to boil. The balls were aching and throbbing, like a time bomb about to explode. He was not alone in his anticipation. For deep within Abigale's quaking belly was the same sort of feeling.
The spasms in her body became uncontrollable, and her legs trembled, no matter how tightly she pulled them against his body. Suddenly they both went out of control.
The first jet of Jocko's come traveled deep into her belly, as the two of them shook in wild orgasm. Abigale was hard put to hang onto the young stud as he continued to shoot into her.
Her own body was caught up in her own boiling come and she found it to be far more intense than she had ever experienced. It was incredible that every time the boy fucked her, the orgasm got better and better.
But there it was. Her body was shot through with shock waves of erotic energy, as their bodies shook together like a pair who had been electrocuted.
"Oh, great. So great!"
"Yes, you are."
"We both are."
"Okay, we both are."
Then their voices began to whoop and holler in delirious happiness. It seemed like their mutual orgasm would go on forever. When it was over, they lay on the bed, their arms entangled, and their bodies still throbbing. They were exhausted from all the new things they had discovered that day and both fell sound asleep right where they were.
CHAPTER TEN
When she awoke, Abigale went back to her own apartment in the better section of town, but she promised to come back whenever she was called, and she kept her word. The next few weeks were one continued session of wild, abandoned fucking.
Whether in Jocko's room or the basement clubhouse when alone, they always went about naked, enjoying the feel of their bodies rubbing together whenever they passed by. It was also easy for them to begin fucking on an instant's impulse.
Now that Abigale was a thoroughly liberated woman, she discovered that there was no end to the pleasure she could find with the lusty Latin. From time to time, Taffy and Georgie would join then and they got into a few sessions of switching partners, which everyone seemed to find a welcome change once in a while.
Once they tried standing the girls up back to back as the boys attacked them from the front. The very force of their heavy fucking made the girls' asses rub wildly together.
And another time when Georgie was not around, Jocko jumped into the sack with the two girls. Lying on his side, he became thoroughly aroused when he saw the two naked female forms. It was the first time that either of the girls tried sex with another woman.
He became fascinated with watching them experiment, and pulled on his cock as they played with each other's cunts. Every so often he had to stop jerking himself off, or he would have shot more than one load as the girls' action began to get hot and heavy.
This night, they were doing it to music. The rhythms were slow and sexy. Jocko let his prick go and reached out to stroke Taffy's ass. She was lying with her back to him, facing Abigale, and it was very easy for him to slip his hand down into the crack between her two ass cheeks.
They clenched together tightly around his finger as it traced the line of her asshole. But they clenched even tighter as he began to push his finger deeply inside. Taffy was the star attraction this night.
She was so confused by her mixed passions that she didn't know which way to turn first. She felt kind of drugged by the whole groovy scene, and unable to make any aggressive move at all. Abigale's hands were roaming all over her body, as they stroked and massaged her into a heavenly state.
Suddenly, the woman's lips clasped hers, and the tongue went darting out between her teeth. Taffy did not try to pull away. They had both entered into the little experiment with a bit of anxiety, but now that it was started, both were eager to go on.
Taffy was still aware that Jocko was lying behind her, but she became doubly sure when he started caressing her ass. At first the caress was a gentle one, but it was then followed by a finger working at her asshole.
She clenched her cheeks, and the finger plunged inside to her tight back door, starting to finger her there quite persistently. At that same moment, Abigale's fingers, which had been tickling up and down her hairy slit, sent thrills up and down her spine.
She felt her head spin as both parts of her pleasure zone were teased to the upmost. The juices in her cunt began to flow, and they soaked Abigale's fingers. Reaching out with eyes closed, Taffy returned the woman's favors, her fingers digging between the white girl's thighs and then between the open lips of her cunt.
She pushed her hips forward, squeezed the cheeks of her ass tightly against the boy's invading finger, she sucked Abigale's tongue into her mouth. Her cunt was flooding over. She was no longer able to control herself.
Shuddering, she began to come, her heavy cream running out of her raging cunt and onto the palm of Abigale's hand, who continued to work her fingers in and out of the gushing hole.
Jocko, meanwhile, pulled his hand away from the clenching ass cheeks, and quickly replaced it with the knob of his cock. As Brandy came helplessly over Abigale's hand, he drove his pulsing cock deeply into her asshole.
He was overly excited and the come shot out as soon as he had finished penetrating the tight rectum.
Taffy was just coming to the end of her own orgasm, and she moaned with the sweet pain that she was receiving at both holes. The two sensations, pleasure and pain became mingled. Together, they left her feeling week and exhausted.
Abigale stopped making love to her and Taffy lay on her side, sobbing for breath. Jocko's prick was still up her ass, and every time she tried to move, she could feel his cock start to swell again inside the tight little channel.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the groovy feeling. Abigale changed her position, and when Brandy opened her eyes, she saw Abigale's throbbing sex gaping widely before her. The woman had changed her position so that it was head to cunt.
Taffy could see the wet slit of Abigale's cunt lying softly under the thatch of her pubic hair. She inhaled and smelled the womanly scent of her. It was sweet, but also musky.
Then Abigale put her hands onto Taffy's snatch, and spread the brown lips as far as she could, the odor of the other girl's cunt hitting her senses and making her dizzy. She placed her mouth over the stretched slit, and licked away the remains of the girl's cunt.
She felt Taffy tremble as she sucked on her. When she had finished cleaning the girl's slit for her, she shoved her tongue right into her love hole.
Abigale reamed it around in there for a while and then moved in to work on her clit. She licked the little button into a stiff erection, and immediately had to start sucking again as the juices began to flow once more.
This time she meant to move the girl to another orgasm with her tongue. Taffy was acting like a bitch in season. Both girls were expecting to be fucked by Jocko but they were looking for a little preliminary fun.
Meanwhile, his cock was still embedded in her asshole, as it recharged for another go at it. He watched Taffy switch into the sixty-nine position, and knew that very soon the two girls would be sucking each other off. At first, only Abigale worked. Her tongue whipped the girl's cunt into a lather.
But then he saw Taffy's head begin to move forward. As he looked oven her shoulders, he could see the girl's tongue plunge into the white woman's cunt. At that time, he pushed his arm under her side, and embraced the girl. Then he started to fuck at her asshole with long, hard strokes. Every time he worked his cock into her, Taffy moaned into Abigale's cunt which she was now sucking at quite frantically. .
Abigale was the first to reach her orgasm, as she pressed her cunt down into the Spanish girl's nibbling mouth. She spurted her cream with a violent convulsion. Before she was even through with it, Taffy herself experienced another one.
Abigale sucked the cream into her mouth again, finding it difficult to keep her mouth going as her own come shuddered to its end. Jocko, who was aware that the two females were coming, plunged deeply into the Latin girl's ass.
Her ass tightened around his prick and he shot a second load of come up her ass. When it was over, Jocko got up and left the girls to rest a while, as he walked around the room to clear his head. He was spending too much time fucking, while Black Daddy was busy planning capers for the boys, and cleaning up on stolen loot and more raids into the middle class sections.
Instead of rallying around him when they learned of his affair with the social worker, they had jeered him and told him to stick on his own side of the tracks, except when it came to an occasional rape.
He decided to have a talk with Tony, hoping to get back on the good side of his leader. Maybe Tony would be able to help him out. For weeks, Blackie had been refusing to see him.
"It's your treat."
"I said it was."
"Where are we going to eat?"
"What do you say to some pizza?"
"Okay by me."
"And what happens after I pay for your chow."
"Then I set up the meeting for you."
"Are you sure that Black Daddy will agree to see me?"
"He can be handled. I'm his lieutenant now."
"You mean you took my job?"
"So what. You seemed to be too busy fucking to want it."
"Never mind about that right now. What happens after I get together with him? Do you think hell want me back?"
"If you do as I say, he might."
"You know something I don't?"
"Yeah, there's something you got that he wants."
"What is it?"
"The white woman, naturally."
"I was willing to do a lot for the man, but that's asking too much."
"If you want to start going with the gang again, you may have to give her to him."
"Are you sure that's the only thing hell accept?"
"I'm not sure. I'm positive."
"If it has to be, it has to be."
"Good. Get in the car."
"I'll drive."
"What's wrong with my driving?"
"The last time you drove we almost got picked up by the law."
"What's happened to you, pal?"
"Just what do you mean by that crack?"
"Nothing. You just seemed to have mellowed a lot since you started going with the white woman."
"So what about it?"
"I don't know how the gang is going to take it."
"Fuck the gang."
"Hey, watch it, pal. You talk like that, and you'll find yourself in the bottom of some river."
"Okay, I guess you're right."
Black Daddy was tremendously pleased when he saw Jocko arrive at his new headquarters. The gang had stolen enough loot to buy out a whole storefront, complete with offices in the back. Now that his longtime friend was coming back into the fold, they could make some serious plans and work out the details of their growing military regime.
With Jocko's expertise in guerrilla fighting, and his own cunning in military strategy, they would be surely able to wipe out a rival gang and take over their territory in no time. As soon as he arrived, Black Daddy showed him around the new place.
Then they began to talk over old times, settling themselves down into two overstuffed armchairs. Beers were produced and they sat around like two good buddies who had never separated.
"You've really got it all together now, Blackie."
"We got it together, pal. There's plenty out there for the two of us."
"I suppose you're waiting for me to fork over the rights to Abigale."
"That's the only loose end."
"Well, I don't mind saying that I hate to part with her."
"I understand how you feel. Don't worry, I plan to take very good care of her."
"I wonder how she'll take it."
"Take it? If she's smart she'll take it for the honor that it is. Ain't every girl that gets to be my first lady."
"When do you want her over here?"
"The boys have already gone to pick her up."
"Should I explain it all to her?"
"That's being taken care of, too."
"You'll dig her, Blackie. She's quite a prize.
"That's why I can't wait for her to get here."
"What's taking them so long?"
"Hey, you're acting like the father of the bride."
"Just anxious to get it over with, that's all."
"They should be here in a few minutes."
"Can I leave right after that?"
"Of course, if you want to. Me, I can't wait to see the chick that turned you away from the gang. If she's half as good as everyone says she is, I may rape her as soon as she walks in the door."
"Don't worry. As soon as you see her, your cock will be so hard that you'll have to rape her or shoot into your pants."
"Wonder how she'll go for black meat?"
"She goes for all kinds of meat, as long as it's hard and hot."
"She sounds just too perfect for me. I dig a woman who is smart, beautiful and horny as a bunny."
"That's exactly what you're getting."
"She fucks all kinds of ways?"
"Any way you can think of."
"You're a great friend, Jocko. I don't know how I can thank you."
"Just give me back my job and don't ever leave me alone with her after this. I might just have to fight you for her."
"I understand, pal. You won't get the chance."
"Then we understand each other very well."
"When was the last time you fucked her?"
"Yesterday, which means that she should be ready to climb a flagpole."
The boys then arrived on the scene with Abigale, who had been told all the details and was anxious to meet the famed black leader of the Warlords.
Things were certainly starting to look up for her!
"Well, they didn't put me on when they told me about you, you're every bit as they said and more."
"Is that why you stole me?"
"I wouldn't call it stealing. I would say it was more of a political maneuver than anything else."
"I have to admit that I was kind of curious about you too. I'd heard so much about your brawny reputation, and I saw you a few times on the streets, but...."
"But you always thought that you were much too good for the likes of me, right?"
"Well, something like that. But it's all changed now. You're second in command has taught me a lot about racial attitudes."
"Which means you've learned a stud is only as good as he is under the covers no matter what his color is."
"Very well put."
"You know what my opinion about broads is?"
"I am sure I'd just love to hear it."
"That a broad is a broad, as long as she knows how to throw it around in my bed."
"Just how many white girls have you had?"
"Oh, my share. But nothing as good as you, from what I've heard."
"Your friend talks a lot."
"All in the strictest confidence, of course."
"What are we suppose to be doing here?"
"Exactly what you'd think."
I am going to try you out. If you're even half as good as they say, you'll become my property."
"Don't I get a choice?"
"Yes. If you want any of our low - class meat, it's me or nothing. If you don't like the arrangement you can stick to your own side of town."
"Not much of a choice."
"It's the only one you've got."
"When do we start?"
"That's the way I like to hear you talk."
"Go on in the back room and start taking your clothes off. I'll be right with you."
Abigale looked around the white painted backroom and smiled to herself. For a ghetto cat, the big black guy didn't have bad taste. Granted that all the furnishings were no doubt stolen still she had to admit that he certainly knew what to steal. She stripped all the way down to her panties, thinking that she would leave this last for her new black lover, just to prolong the mystery of this.
Then she stretched out on the big round bed, big daddy came in and immediately stepped out of his clothes, his big black rod popping out in full erection. She was amazed to see the impressive size of the gang leader's organ, thinking that only horses were usually hung like that. But there it was nevertheless, and she would soon be expected to take the massive thing on.
Well, a weapon like that might be rough going in, but it would certainly be good for a mighty wild ride, once he was in the saddle.
"So you think I'm pretty sharp, do you?"
"For an uptown broad, you sure are some gorgeous piece of tail."
"Then come on over here."
"You still have those things on."
"If you don't like them, why don't you get them off me?"
"So you dig a little of the master treatment, do you? Okay."
The big black stud reached down with his greasy hand and ripped the panties right off her succulent white body. Abigale's eyes glittered feverishly, as she felt his first contact with her naked skin. Now Abigale didn't mind what she was already reading in the big man's style.
That he was to be the boss in all situations was the point that was not to be argued. That was alright with her, as long as she kept on getting his hot meat. But it was important to her that he not forget who she was.
If she was to have an affair with him, then he had to remember that he was getting a special prize and treat her like one. Because of this feeling, Abigale decided to tease her black lover just a little before she spread her legs to be impaled on his huge spear.
"Black Daddy" was all for climbing on top and ramming right into her, but Abigale kept her leg pressed tightly together as she wound her arm around his neck and pulled him in closer.
"Take a good look first. You should inspect the high quality merchandise so I can be sure you appreciate what you're getting."
"Okay, if it will make you happy."
The black stud stared down at the creamy white body and the sandy-haired nest that was waiting for his entrance.
"Looks delicious."
"Then why don't you taste it?"
"How did you know that there's nothing I like better than the sweet of white meat? It's one big turn on to get down there between a pair of wide spread thighs and start nibbling on a tasty snatch."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"Just playing you at your own game, dear."
He laughed then, and pawed his way between the tight pressed thighs and then pressed his open palm right over her pulsing love mound.
"Ahhhh, feels good."
Abigale pushed her body up to meet the big man's hand. Since he wasn't making any move willingly, she tried to entice him into what she wanted by sexily grinding her hips and so her snatch against the sweaty palm that was covering it.
"Why don't we just go right to it?"
"I thought you were going to nibble on the appetizer."
"Right now I'm so hot I feel like going for the main course."
"Taste it first. Just taste it."
"No point in fighting you, especially when either way it's quite a kick."
With that, the black man stopped rubbing the pulsing love mound and got himself fixed for a succulent dinner. With his head now between her legs, he pushed his face up until his nose was smelling the pungent aroma that he loved. Then he darted his tongue out and immediately begin to lap at her hot juices that were already flowing from her excited slit.
"What a great tongue. Lick some more. Stab that tongue right in me and dig around. That is the way I like it."
Abigale was in control then, and though she only knew for a short while, still it thrilled her to know that even a man as powerful as "Black Daddy" obviously, could still go down with just a little coaxing. She began to moan as the black stud feverishly lapped at her.
He licked her slit with wild abandon, grunting passionately out of the side of his mouth so obviously enjoying the tasty treat. Working his tongue upward, he found her throbbing love button and grated his teeth gently over it, sending Abigale into convulsions of wild pleasure.
Although she had started out thinking that she would have him go at it until she came at least once, Abigale did not expect the kind of talented work that the black boy could produce.
In just minutes, her body was aching to be rammed, and she knew it was the only way she could be fully satisfied. She had to be possessed to the fullest by the black leader, taken completely out of her snobbish world, and into the lowest depths of her own lust.
"I can't take any more. Give me your rod now."
"Beg for it, baby."
"Please, please, I have to get that, huge ram rod into me, I need it so much."
"Now you know your place. Get ready baby. Because I am going to split you wide open."
Instantly the black stud moved his body now hovering over her heated form on hands and knees. He looked down at her and grinned.
"Don't wait. Give it to me hard and fast."
"Okay sweetheart. Just the way you want it."
With one smashing thrust, Black Daddy drove his heavy weapon into her all the way to the hilt. He groaned then, with the greatest pleasure of being very buried so deep inside the high class white woman. His whole life was really coming together now.
All his ambitions were being realized, with his men and his battle strategies. And now he was in bed with the choicest white woman from miles around. Not only was he going to have her for this time only, but if all went well, she would be coming back every chance she got for more of her special brand of ghetto style loving.
It was true that the white girl had her pick of high class lovers back on her own side of town, but none of them could compare with the wild ways of the gang member. If she had her way about it, she could come back to the ghetto for as much of the black man's passion as he was willing to give her.
"Oh, yes. Do it to me."
She panted the words in his ear. Throwing her arm around her neck and holding on for her dear life as he continued to pound away at her gushing hole.
"How does it feel, baby?"
"Wonderful. The best there is."
There was no sarcasm in Abigale's words. Ever since that first time when her Puerto Rican client raped her in his room, she had a quieter taste for rough sex. And while her new lovers lacked the polish and good manner of her uptown men, they more than made up for it with hard loving.
He was moving into her like a pro, his throbbing sledge hammer waking up every nerve in her body, and making her freak out. Every heavy thrust made her grunt with wild pleasure.
"Ohhh, oh wow!"
"You're a hot one, aren't you?"
The black stud croaked dirty words into her ear as he continued to ram into her hot, wet warmth.
"Hot. Hot as you can handle."
"Gonna melt you down."
"That's it, destroy me."
Abigale began to move feverishly now. She threw her hips up to meet his raging body every time it came down to slam into her. Their bodies crashed together again and again as the frantically heated white woman matched his every rhythm.
As fast as he went, the white girl kept begging him to hump her faster, pleading with him to speed up the tempo of his assault, and hoping he would drive her right up the wall. Her voice dripped with passion as she coaxed with him.
"More. More. I just can't get enough."
"I got all you'll ever need."
"Black Daddy" began to ram her then, with all his might, sweat pouring out of his body as his tight ass went like crazy to keep her well filled with his hot meat.
'Uhhh, Uhhh, Uhhh,"
"Come on baby. Work with me."
She tightened her grip on his back and hung on to keep from being pushed right off the bed by her furious attack. Only an instant passed before Abigale raked her nails into his back, her body convulsing with one long orgasm.
"You had yours baby. And now it's my turn."
"Yes master."
She was unable to move with him because he was reaming her hole so fast. She let her legs drop, being triggered by the dirty thought that she was unable to fight this savage man on top of her. She could not escape the strong black stud whose muscular body covered her soft, white one. His powerful rod was smashing into her trembling body.
"More, harder."
"Bitch!"
"Screw you!"
"You miserable white witch."
"Pound it into me."
His wild mind was a muddle of confused and dirty thoughts. He pounded his thick black rod into her warm mushiness with all the strength that he had. He screwed her as if his life depended on it.
Again and again, in fast pace, he rammed his blood-gorged boner up into the beautiful blonde vagina and heard her beg for more of the same. He went at her with a vengeance, with savage determination, each plunge of his black rod into her body making her sob.
And then, as he hung on the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm, he suddenly pulled out of her and sat back.
"What are you doing?"
She refused to believe that he didn't want to come inside her, that she would be denied feeling' his semen jetting into her melting vagina.
"Don't panic baby"
He quickly reached back with for the beautiful woman's legs and dragged them up over his strong black shoulders.
"I'm going to come this way!"
Before she could voice her protest or approval, she felt his thick weapon up into her again. Now she was almost bent double, her knees hooked up and over his shoulders, and her stuffed slit upturned and vulnerable. He was really into her now! Almost touching bottom. Only his big black balls, which flapped up against her upturned crotch as he resumed his hard thrust, remained outside of her.
"So good. I love this. Come in me now. Drown me with it."
"Any second."
As he smashed against her upturned crotch slamming his throbbing cock into her, with brutal force, she thought quickly of the many times she had made it with her uptown men.
Although she could feel his bone deep inside of her, working in and out, there was absolutely no pain. He was quite big and this was one time she was thankful for a man that did not have a normal sized organ.
"Come...come, Damn you." . No sooner had the word spilled from her lips then she felt the warm flow. A mighty moan of pleasure tore from his throat as he delivered a final thrust, driving her knees back against her breast.
Then the cream, shot with the shudder of ecstasy, streaked through his rod to soak her sticky vagina, to mingle with her own flow.
"Oh how great."
She continued to moan and sob, a wide eyed expression on her flush face. Huffing and puffing "Black Daddy" trembled through his moment of satisfaction, his black body completely covering the soft white one beneath his. He tried to look at the woman under him but was unable to. Everything was a blur and his head was swimming in a see of confusion.
His body drained of every ounce of energy, he finally withdrew from her gushing slit and fell heavily over on his side.
Letting out a sigh of contentment, Abigale eased her legs back down on the bed and stretched them out. She brought one hand to her breast and began a lazy stroking of them. Her other hand she slid down to her warm tummy, and over the damn warm patch of her pubic hairs. Then she dropped off to sleep.
When she awoke she was amazed to realize that she had been asleep for almost two hours.
It wasn't like her to fall asleep so soon after screwing, it only happened when she was very tired, or after an especially passionate night. Only then would sleep over take her so quickly.
It had to be that she was more worn out than usual, she reasoned. There was always a great deal of excitement associated with any first performance. Then too, she was more nervous than usual this time, she thought, as she continued to list the reasons for her two hour sleep.
What bothered her was the ease with which Black Daddy had set up shop with her.
