M/F, NC, INTER, IMPREG, SUICIDE

This is a work of fiction. If you're not 21, go read Mother Goose rhymes. If
you're offended by graphic language, descriptive sex, etc., go to the library
and read William F. Buckley.

                                 Jean's Journey
                                       By
                                  (Coogrr Cat)
                                 Coogrr@msn.com

                                     Part 4

      The next two days were uneventful. But then I knew Bill would be home and
he would want to have sex. And I still did not know what to tell him. Finally,
when the moment of truth came, I told him the doctor said I had a real bad
yeast infection and we would not be able to have sex for awhile but that I
could still suck him off or if he wanted, he could fuck me in the ass. That
sort of blew his mind as we had never tried anal but I told him the doctor
suggested it. So that night my virgin ass lost its cherry. It wasn't as bad a I
thought it would be but I certainly did not enjoy it. Thank god Bill has a
small cock!

      The entire next week at work was uneventful except that Mr. Washington
had me report to the company pharmacy on Tuesday and Thursday morning to have
my cunt swabbed to check for semen. By Friday I was becoming very horny. I
never thought I would be wishing Mr. Washington would fuck me but I found
myself hoping to hear him tell me to come to his office. Then, just as I was
leaving the office on Friday my phone rang. It was Mr. Washington. He told me
to meet him at Bubba's, a mostly Black bar on the edge of town.

      As I drove into the parking lot at Bubba's I realized that I was still
wearing my slut clothes. I wished that I had stopped and purchased something
but it was too late. I went in and for awhile I couldn't see anything. It had
been very bright outside and it was dark in the bar. Suddenly I felt a strong
hand on my arm and heard Mr. Washington say, "It's about time you got here
slut. Let's go over to that booth and sit down."

      He sort of steered me across the room and we sat down in a booth across
from the bar. A waitress in a skimpy outfit came over and said, "Hi there Hank.
Who is the honkey bitch?"

      "She is my own little White slut. She just loves Black cock, don't you
slut?"

      I was shocked yet again. But both the waitress and "Hank" were looking at
me as I choked and sort of nodded.

      "We can't hear you bitch. Tell Irene what you like."

      "I... like it," I stammered.

      "What you talkin bout mama. What you like?" asked Irene, the smile on her
face evidence she was taking great delight in my discomfort.

      "I... like... coc... Black cock," I managed to stammer.

      "I'll take the usual and my bitch will have a double Rumplemint with a
beer chaser. She's going to need it when she does the back room."

      "Oh Lordy, that's for sure. She don't look like she can handle the engine
much less the train," said Irene as she headed off for the bar.

      "What was she talking about. What train?," I asked.

      "I told you cunt, you don't ask me questions. You will find out soon
enough. For now just sit there and think how good that Black cock is going to
feel in that slut cunt of your's."

      Irene came back with the drinks and put a mug of beer in front of Hank
and a glass of clear liquid in front of me in addition to a mug of beer. I am
not much of drinker so I just sort of sipped at the beer and ignored the White
stuff.

      "Bitch, when I buy you a drink, I expect you to drink it," Hank growled
at me. He reach over and picked up the glass with the white liquid, handed it
to me and said "drink it all, bitch, now!"

      I put the glass to my lips and started to sip it but Hank reached over
and pushed the bottom of the glass up so that the entire contents went into my
mouth. I choked, swallowed and felt as if my throat and insides were on fire. I
choked again and grabbed the beer to wash the taste out of my mouth. Tears were
streaming down my face as I heard Hank order me another one. This one came and
I went through the same procedure. That was followed by yet another.

      My head was starting to spin violently and I couldn't get my eyes to
focus. I was aware of Hank's hand under my skirt, playing with my cunt. I
didn't care that I was in a public place, I didn't even know where I was. All I
could think about was the increasing heat in my cunt and I knew I wanted to be
fucked. I began pushing my hand down on top of Hank's hand, increasing the
pressure on my cunt.

      "What do you want bitch? You want some Black cock in that hot little
cunt?," tormented Hank as he squeezed my breast with his other hand.

      "Yes," I replied.

      "Yes what bitch?" he sneered.

      "I... want... you know, Black cock," I whispered in his ear.

      "Hey guys, this here slut wants some Black cock. I guess I'll take her in
the back room and give her some.," Hank announced to the entire place as he got
up and half pulled me and half carried through the crowd to a small room in the
back of the bar. There was a pool table and not much else in the room which was
lighted by a single light bulb hanging over the pool table. Hank nearly ripped
off my blouse and then pulled my skirt down until it fell around my ankles. I
must have been a sight. A little White girl, standing nude in an all Black bar,
my cunt lips puffy with need, and my eyes glazed.

      Hank pushed me over to the pool table and spun me around and pushed me in
the back so that I was bent over, my upper torso resting on the table. The
coarse and torn felt was like sandpaper against my erect and sensitive nipples.
I felt him push my legs wide apart with his knees and then what I wanted as my
cunt was suddenly filled with hot cock that began to pump in an out. I came
almost immediately and started to build to another as I heard Hank say, "Yeah
slut, this is what you like isn't it?"

      "Oh yes, for god's sake, yes. Please fuck me, please," my mind a swirling
montage of sex and images of Black cocks swimming in front of me. It wasn't
long before I felt hot cum boil inside me as the cock in my cunt twitched and
twitched as it was pushed hard against my womb. Then it seemed like no time at
all and the cock was back, hard again, and again pumping into my cunt. I came
again and again as the cock seemed to spurt, fuck, spurt, fuck until I
literally passed out.

      I woke up, cold and shivering on the pool table. I felt something cold
damp under my ass and reached down to discover I was lying in a pool of cum.
Further exploration found that cum was running out of my cunt onto the table.
My head felt like there were jackhammers inside. I got off the table, was
immediately hit by a dizzy spell and had to grab the edge of the table to
steady myself. Finally the room stopped spinning quite so fast and I was able
to locate my clothes in a chair in the corner. I managed to get them on and
stagger out into the bar. With the exception of the waitress I had seen
earlier, the place was empty.

      "Lordy my gal, you are alive! I was about to call 911."

      "What time is it," I mumbled.

      "It's nearly 2AM girl. You went out like a light while you were pulling
that train; not that stopped some of those guys who were determined to get
their ride. They just rolled you on to the table and kept going."

      "What train? What are you talking about?"

      "Gal you wanted some Black cock and you sure got it1"

      "Oh yeah, I remember. Hank and I went back there and I remember us doing
it but that still doesn't mean anything to me about a train. Is that how you
people, I mean you Blacks, refer to having sex?"

      "Good lord gal, you don't remember do you? Near as I could tell, nearly
twenty of the guys in here did you and some of them did you twice."

      A sudden wave of nausea washed over me as what she said sunk in. "You
mean, your saying, that all those men, they , they all.."

      "Yes gal, they all laid pipe in you. Isn't that why you were here?"

      "Oh god, oh no," I stammered as I ran to the door. I made the parking lot
just in time to throw up but it was just dry heaves. I leaned on my car and
shook uncontrollably as I realized what I had done. Gradually the heaving and
shaking ceased and I was able to get in the car and head for home. I was about
halfway home when the full realization of what I done caused me to nearly run
off the road before I was able to stop the car. I parked alongside the road,
absolute terror running through my bones. My god, what if I anyone ever found
out that I had been fucked by so many men and that I had enjoyed it? It was too
much for my mind to bear and I broke down and cried for what seemed to be hours
before I was able to drive the rest of the way home.

      How I managed to get through the weekend was beyond my understanding.
Fortunately, Bill was fishing Friday night with his dad so he didn't get home
until about noon on Saturday. I spent most of the weekend in bed, telling Bill
I had a touch of the flu. When I had finally gotten home I had gone into the
shower and washed and scrubbed my body until the water ran cold. Then I douched
a half dozen times. And I still felt that I was full of cum and dirty.

      I dreaded going to work on Monday and was three hours late. I had no
sooner gotten into my office when the disembodied voice of Hank instructed me
to look in my desk drawer again. When I looked, along with the dildo and video
was a new video. I put it the VCR, already fearing what I was going to see, and
pressed the play button. In a few seconds I was greeted with what I had feared
most. The picture quality was poor, due to the single light bulb, but it was
good enough to make out what was going on. And my voice was easily recognizable
as I begged to be fucked. I staggered back to my chair and sat down. I grabbed
the remote and turned off the VCR, trying to erase from my mind what had
happened that was now etched on that tape. I heard Hank chuckle and then he
instructed me to come to his office and bring the dildo with me. I wrapped the
dildo in a file folder and went to his office.

      "I told you to bring the dildo because I know how much you like cock in
that cunt of your's. But from now on, I am not going to soil my cock in a cunt
that has had twenty some other cocks in it. So from now on, I am going to fuck
your ass while you fuck your own cunt with that fake cock. Now get out of those
clothes." As he was talking to me he was taking off his pants and stroking his
hard, erect cock.

      I knew I could never get his cock in my ass and I begged him to not do
it. But he only laughed and told me to get on my knees.

      "You had better suck this good," he said as he waved his cock in front of
my face. "The spit you get on this and the pussy juice you can get from your
slut cunt to put in your ass is the only lubrication you are going to get."

      With that he shoved his cock against my mouth and began to fuck me in the
throat. He told me to get ready and I began rubbing my cunt, getting my fingers
covered with my own juice then poking them into my ass. Finally he pulled out
of my mouth and told me to bend over the desk. He handed me the dildo and told
me to put it in my cunt. After I had the dildo in as far as I could get it, he
grabbed my hips and I felt his cock pushing against my ass. Just when I was
sure it would never get in, the head slipped past my sphincter muscle and
lodged in my bowels. I screamed as if I had been shot. It felt like a hot poker
had been shoved up my ass.

      "Scream all you want bitch, this office is soundproof. You are going to
get every inch of this Black cock up your ass," he said as he thrust his hips
forward, driving his massive cock a little further up my ass, causing even more
pain.

      "Oh please, don't, I can't take it, please, it is going to tear me apart,
oh arrrhh, don't," I begged and begged as his cock inched ever further into my
bowels. Finally, nearly blind with pain, I felt his balls slap against my hand
which was weakly clutching the end of the dildo protruding from my cunt. The
pain was overpowering and I felt as if I was going to faint. My knees started
to give out and Hank grabbed me around the waist, holding pinioned on his cock,
my ass on fire. After a few minutes of no movement, the pain began to lessen
ever so slightly and I could feel the incredible fullness in my bowels. It felt
like I had to go to the bathroom in the worst way. I felt something warm
running down my chin and wiped at it with my hand. It was blood. The pain had
been so intense I had bitten through my lower lip.

      "Oh my god, please take it out... I can't stand this any longer... it is
going to kill me... arrrrgggghhh," The pain was back as Hank pulled out a
fraction and then slammed back into my abused and tortured ass. That was the
start of ever increasing movements and increasing pain.

      "Bitch, work that cunt of your's. It will take away the pain."

      I began to saw the dildo in and out of my cunt, trying to concentrate on
my cunt and not my ass. I don't know if it was the increasing arousal brought
about by the stimulation to my clit, but the pain in my ass began to dull. As
Hank kept pounding into my ass and I kept ramming the dildo into my cunt, we
soon got into a rhythm. Soon I felt my orgasm building and I was pushing back
against Hank, pushing his cock deeper into my ass.

      "Ohhh god bitch... take it... now," Hank exclaimed as he grasped me about
the waist, pulled me to him in a bear hug and shot spurt after spurt  into my
ravished ass. At the same time, I pushed the dildo against my clit as hard as I
could and I to came with a shudder and a moan.

      As Hank's cock deflated and he pulled it from my ass, I felt as if I was
going to the bathroom. I was afraid I was actually shitting right there. I
reached back and felt warm, sticky liquid oozing from my ass. When I looked at
them, I saw they were covered with a mixture of cum and blood. Before I had a
chance to do anything about the blood coming from my ass, Hank pushed me down
to my knees and pulled my head towards his now soft cock.

      "Slut, clean your shit off of my cock," he said as he pushed his cock
towards my mouth. I tried to turn my head to the side but he grabbed a handful
of my hair and twisted and pulled on it saying, "I told you to suck bitch."

      I opened my mouth and took his cock into it and began to wash it with my
saliva and tongue. The taste of my own shit, mixed with blood and cum caused me
to gag and retch. I tried to pull back but Hank had his hands firmly locked
behind my head, pulling me into his crotch, so escape wasn't possible. The bile
I felt rise in throat had nowhere to go but back down as I choked and
swallowed. As I continued my ministrations, I felt Hank's cock began to
lengthen and harden. Soon he was at full erection, slowly fucking my face, much
as he had fucked my ass.

      "Oh ya, that's good. Lick that cock baby. Get your shit all off of it, oh
yes...," he continued to talk as I let him fuck in and out of my throat. The
feel of his cock on my lips and the thought of what a slut I had become seemed
to excite me and I let my hand wander down between legs and I began to rub my
clit. Soon I was stroking myself to my second orgasm which came just seconds
before Hank spurted more of his hot cum down my throat.

      After I got my clothes back on, I went right out the back door of the
office, walked up the street to the parking lot and got in my car. By the time
I had gotten home, my skirt and the car seat were stained with a mixture of
blood, cum, and shit that had seeped out of my ass. By this time my ass was
burning and aching again. I was so scared that Hank had done permanent damage
to me. I ran a tub of hot water and soaked in it for as long as I dared. When I
got out I used a couple of mirrors and examined myself as well as I was able. I
could not see any evidence of serious damage and the blood and cum seemed to
have stopped, although the pain, while less, was still in evidence.

      Even though I was afraid I would get in trouble, I couldn't afford to
ruin another skirt, so I got a pair of panties out and placed a pad in them,
high up towards the back and pulled them on. It was sort of strange to feel
panties on. I was sort of amazed at how used to going pantiless I had become. I
pulled on a white sweater, Black skirt, slipped into my heels and headed back
to work. When I got to work there was a mountain of paper work on my desk and I
dived in, not able to finish it until well after 10PM. Luckily, I did not have
any visitors nor did Hank call so my panty wearing went undetected. I got home
late, took off my clothes and was relieved to notice that the blood had from my
ass had stopped. I took another hot soak and dived into bed. I overslept in the
morning and had to rush to get dressed and to work on time. At least dressing
like a slut speeds up the getting dressed process and I managed to get into my
office only a few minutes late. I called the pharmacy to ask them to send my
birth control pills to my office. Gina got on the phone and told me I would
have to pick up my pills because she had some instructions from HR on a new
drug screening program and I needed to sign the forms. I told her I would stop
on my way home. She said OK and I got back to work, not realizing that Hank's
evil ways were about to further ruin my life.

                                To be continued