~Subject: WhtCaptv 08/10  "White Captive"
~From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
~Date: Fri, 04 Oct 1996 06:24:29 -0800
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


humiliated and defiled by the gang idiot to the point where
nothing else mattered much.  It could never be as bad as it had
when she had to lay there and let him pump his lewd sperm deep up
in her belly just like any common street whore that he had bought
for a dollar down in the ghetto.
	No ... further resistance was useless.  She had lost her
protector and perhaps it was better to please as best she could to
get them on her side for the revenge that she vowed to herself was
going to follow.
	She had to get that little white bitch if it was the last
thing she ever did in the world.  She was the one who had toppled
her position as queen of the gang and made her end up as being
nothing more than a sadistic screw for those members of the gang
that had been so inferior to her before and would never have dared
touch her if the white bitch had not taken Duke from her.
	Yes, she would give it to them, all they wanted and how they
wanted it, but she would take her revenge when she got the chance
she knew was bound to come if she waited long enough.  She would
make the sweet little honky wench suffer as she was suffering now
and know the indignities she was going through.  There would be no
mercy when her turn came and she would make certain she got it
good, good and hard, right up to her white little tits.
	"You better be good, Jodie," Shorty was sneering above her.
"You bin a hot little pants jist waitin' for me, ain'cha?"
	She glowered up at him with eyes of contempt and he reached
down behind him and put his hands backwards between her thighs and
forced them slowly apart.  She let herself go, opening her legs
before his harsh pressure and gritting her teeth trying to hold
back the scream of revulsion building within her.  He ran the tip
of his finger up the slit of her vagina, still moist from the
fucking Stitch had given to her a short while ago.  She just lay
still and let him do it to her.
	"You ain't fightin' no more, baby," he leered down at her.
"Ole Shorty gittin' to ya?"
	The Negress closed her eyes from the pressure against the
sensitive lips of her cunt and her face was impassive as though
she wished she were dead at this very moment.  The negro sitting
across her naked stomach ran his hands gently, almost reverently
over her hips and belly and then suddenly lost control and
squeezed them with a cruel hard force that brought a sudden squeal
from her lips.
	"Man, I never expected to git any o' this so soon," he
grinned down at her nakedness beneath him.  "But I ain't gonna
fuck ya where Stitch done shot into ya.  Baby, you gonna suck me
till it runs outta ya ears."
	His head dropped suddenly and he bit hard into the round
softness of her breast.  His teeth sunk cruelly into her firm
flesh making her jerk and squeal again.  He laughed at her sudden
pain and moved his mouth down over the smooth flatness of her
belly biting into the softness of her skin all along the way.
	Susan watched with a vague detachment now.  She had felt
horror for so long that it was no longer horror and there was
nothing she could do but lay o ill and watch.
	The Negress was squirming in earnest now attempting to escape
the sharp nipping teeth biting into her.  She pushed at the
muscular negro's head with all her remaining strength but it was
useless.  He, like the imbecilic Stitch, had waited too long and
the prize of taking this haughty young bitch wasn't going to pass
through his hands now.
	He leaned up above her and looked down again at her naked
flesh stretched beneath.  His hands ran up over the narrowness of
her waist and massaged at the firmness of her breasts again.  It
was obvious he was enjoying her torment beneath him and was
delaying the final moment as long as he could hold out.  He leaned
back on his haunches and looked up and down the length of her tan
body again.  A slight gasp came from his lips as the full lovely
symmetry registered in his gaping eyes.  It reminded him, on a
slightly slimmer and more muscular scale, of the white girl he had
had with Coke last night except that Coke had got the sucking
then.  Now it was his turn to sink it between a set of warm soft
lips and blow his balls deep down in her throat.  This one would
be particularly satisfying, he thought as he felt a hollow longing
feeling begin deep in his testicles.
	Jodie lay limp now that his teeth were no longer tearing into
her flesh.  There was a look of resignation on her face that
indicated she had resigned herself to accepting the degradations
he was about to subject her body to.  She hardly knew he was there
now and the only thoughts that ran through her mind were of what
she would do to the little white honky bitch that had gotten her
into this degrading situation.  Her lips curled at the corners of
her mouth and a grim animal hatred registered in her eyes as the
thoughts raced through her mind faster and faster.  There was
nothing that would be too good for the white bitch and she would
make certain with all her being that she suffered like she had
never suffered before.
	Shorty stood up and began stripping the clothes from his
short ape-like body.
	"Baby, this is gonna take a long time," he smiled arrogantly
down at her.  "So you jist relax and enjoy it."
	He was naked now and stood above her with his long black cock
standing straight out from his belly.
	"Git up," he suddenly growled at her.  "I wanna see what ole
Duke's been gittin' all this time before I mess it all up."
	The Negress rose shakily to her feet without hesitation.  She
knew better than to fight now, that would come later when she was
ill a better position.  Revenge against the white girl thundered
through her mind as the short stocky negro turned her around and
around pinching here and there at particularly sensitive spots on
her body and bringing slight winces of pain from her lips.  His
mouth and eyes gloated lustfully on the provocative curves that
had taunted him for so long and now were within his grasp.
	He reached out with his arm and pulled her to him running his
hands down over the full firmness of her breasts, up and down the
sides of her waist and full flaring hips, over her rounded ass and
thighs until he could stand his own sadistic teasing no longer.
	His hands reached up and tangled cruelly in her black silken
hair and he forced her protestingly down on her knees in front of
him.  Her face was held directly in front of the long rigid cock
cleaving out from has belly.  There was a strained grimace on her
face and her eyes were open wide as she saw it slowly moving under
the tip of her nose toward her lips.  The short squat negro
grinned like an evil devil above her and rubbed the warm moist
head stickily around the sides of face and cheeks as he maintained
the steel tight grip in her hair with his straining hands.
	Susan watched the girl's proud black eyes that had flashed in
strength and anger such a short time ago close in bitter
humiliated subjugation as she felt the obscene, sticky prick
rubbing over the softness of her facial flesh.
	"Open your mouth," the negro hissed down at her.  She
hesitated for a moment and he jerked his hands in her hair causing
a short gasp of pain to slip from lips.
	He pressed forward as they opened to emit a soulful cry and
brushed the head gently back and forth against their wet lip-stick
covered softness.  She started to cry again but it came out
muffled and low as he pushed the sound back down her throat with
the throbbing head of his cock.
	"Now suck on it, ya bitch," he gloated from above the top of
her head.  "Git with it and suck, baby.  Them lil lips of yours
ain't too good for it any more."
	His hands tightened in her hair again and his lips bared back
over the whiteness of his teeth as he pulled her face slowly
forward, sliding the warm moist flesh of her saliva filled mouth
over his throbbing cock.
	"Suck," he hissed again, warning this time in his voice.
	Her lips began to nibble slightly on it from fear of the pain
that would come if they did not.  Susan could see the sudden
change in the snarling black face standing over the kneeling girl
as he felt the first moist suction begin around his rapidly
growing prick.  His eyes bulged down as he watched the now
subjugated girl's working mouth hollowing around his long black
column protruding into it.  Susan trembled again as she remembered
through her tortured mind the long black instrument that had
spewed its hot lewd sperm into her own tortured mouth last night
and found herself moaning again under her breath in sympathy with
the Negress kneeling like a slave now before the dark undulating
hips of the squat muscular negro.
	He ripped at her hair again.
	"Suck it harder, baby," he commanded with a deep throated
growl.  "Put some skin around it."
	Her tongue tangled around him bringing another deep throated
groan from his lips.  The girl began to work now as though she
enjoyed it and her tongue, lips, and teeth all pressed close and
moist around him until Susan could see his shining black buttocks
tense together as he jerked forward deeper into the warm soft
cavern of the girl's hot moist mouth.
	"Oooooohhh, baby, that's it, baby.  Suck it, suck it," he
chanted above her bobbing head as she let herself go completely to
end it as soon as she could.
	His hands snaked around the sides of her head now, stroking
at the soft black silkiness of her hair and pulling and teasing at
the lobes of her ears.  His hips jerked back and forth wildly
before her now uninhibited attack on his genitals and he moaned
and muttered obscene filthy phrases down at her at the same time,
making her move faster with his hands.
	Susan watched helplessly, her hand tightening around Duke's
ankle in a silent prayer for protection from the horrible things
that could happen to her if the other three negroes were to get
their hands on her again.  Terrible and sickening memories of the
things they had done to her helpless and open body last night
flickered through her mind in an unending train of obscene
pictures of what her own full white body must have looked like as
she had been buffeted between the short squat, Shorty, now fucking
the kneeling Negress in the mouth, and the lean muscular Coke who
was leaning against the wall stroking his hardened penis in his
hands as he excitedly waited his turn with the proud, fallen queen
of the gang.  She found herself even longing for the moment she
knew would come when he would take her from the room and begin
doing those horrible things to her that all the others were
waiting there turn for on the helpless Jodie.  At least, it would
get her out of this terrible room and away from the lewd
licentious scene transpiring now before her.  She didn't know if
she could take much more of it without becoming sick.  Anything
would be better than this, even submitting to Duke.
	There was another groan from the ecstatic face of the squat
negro as the kneeling tan girl sucked at his cock like a hungry
calf feeding from a mother cow.  The smooth hard texture filled
her mouth to the bursting point as it expanded with each passing
thrust into her warm wet cavern but she tried not think about
that.  She concentrated on the punishment she would mete out later
when her chance came with the honky girl.  Lewd and bizarre
punishments ran through her mind at a rapid pace and it was only
when the humping negro screwing her in the mouth would give an
extra hard tug on her hair that her thoughts would return to the
subservient task she was performing.
	He kept skewering further and further into her mouth so that
she could feel the hard rubbery tip of the head of his cock
grazing smoothly against the back of her throat.  Her mouth was
filled with warm moist saliva and made a smooth hot sheath around
the monstrous instrument as it pummeled faster and faster into her
face.  His huge black balls beat a steady rhythm of lust and
passion against the tip of her chin and she could feel him all wet
there where some of the saliva in her totally filled mouth had
drooled down from her lips and moistened the whole of her lower
face.
	The ape-like Shorty was looking down at her now with a lust
contorted face that glistened of savage desire as he felt her
begin to suck him with a moist, nibbling, sucking motion as he
crushed his sweating loins at her face and ground his fingers
cruelly into the side of her head.  He wanted this proud little
bitch that had been putting them all on for so long to swallow it
when he squirted his hot load in her mouth.  He wanted to debase
her completely for all the times he had wanted her and yet not
dared touch her for fear of Duke's anger.
	But now, now he had her where he had always wanted her and
would bend her to his complete will if it was the last thing he
ever did.  In fact, it was even sweeter than he ever expected it
could be because the fallen queen knew that Duke was watching her
every move as she was forced to lick and suck like a common whore
and that must have increased her humiliation and hurt no end.  He
crooned on his obscenities down at the top of her now wildly
bobbing head as he watched with gleaming eyes the black flesh of
his cock disappear into the tight oval hole formed by her full
wide stretched lips and saw them clasping around it wetly like the
lips of a vagina.
	Her eyes were closed tight now in her shame and humiliation
and his lunging cock felt as though it were being tormented by a
thousand tiny needle-sharp pins stinging into it like a pin-
cushion.  There was a rush in his brain that sounded like the roar
of a hundred waterfalls and he knew he could hold back no longer.
	It had to be now!
	He thrust his thick, glistening cock deep into her mouth and
arched his pelvis forward toward her face, pressing at the same
time against her cheeks with the tips of his fingers so that her
mouth was tighter around it and he could feel the full force of it
and expanding in the softness between her tongue and the roof of
her mouth until a thousand electric sensations seemed to be
pressing in on him all at once.  He gripped her head between his
hands with a savage jungle scream, feeling all his passion rushing
from the warm haven of his testicles to the bloated head of his
cock and rammed it deep with all his lust inspired power far into
her throat.
	She choked and sputtered for a single, long held minute, and
then, he emitted a coarse, deep-throated moan and his hot sticky
sperm shot in a thick warm jet deep into the confines of her open,
sucking mouth.  He held her head in front of him with a strong
vice-like grip until he had emptied himself completely into the
once proud queen's sperm filled mouth and then sank helplessly
back onto the floor behind him.
	His soft deflated cock slipped with a wet sucking noise from
between her cum covered lips, a thin string-like trickle of white
still connecting them together.  The hollows of her throat worked
for long moments afterwards, swallowing in great gulps the liquid
white fluid he had creamed into her throat.
	Susan's horrified mind was jerked suddenly from the lewd,
obscene sight of the negro cumming into the helpless girl's mouth
by a pair of hands that had reached under her armpits and were
suddenly lifting her from the floor where she lay.  She was half
aware of being dragged across the rough pine board floor toward
the bedroom where her dimly aware mind knew it was her turn to be
fucked again into insensibility as she had been last night on the
bed in the filthy unkempt bed in the corner.  She started to
scream but it was choked deep down inside her chest by the sudden
realization that if she did it would only make matters worse.  She
half struggled to her feet to ease the pain of her legs scraping
against the floor and half walked, half staggered, in the arms of
the drunken now lust incited Duke to the bed where she knew she
must pay her ticket to safety from the other two negroes who were
even now lifting the prostrate form of the used and humiliated
Jodie to the bed for further and even more obscene acts of sexual
depravity.



                            Chapter 4

	Susan dimly heard the door shut behind them as Duke kicked it
shut with his foot.  It didn't stay completely closed but swung
open slightly so that it didn't shut away the piteous moaning
sounds of the distraught Jodie being assaulted again on the bed
where Susan, herself, had been so bitterly humiliated last night.
She wanted to cry out and plead with him to shut the door to take
her mind from what was happening to the poor negro girl and what
was about to happen to her.  But she dared not make a sound now as
the tone of the negro leader's mood had changed and she was
frightened of what he might do if she uttered the slightest
protest.
	He pulled her toward the bed against the wall and let her
drop face down across it.  She hadn't the strength or sense of
will to move and listened as though in a trance as she heard him
stripping the clothing from his dark, muscular body and drop them
heavily to the floor.  The heavy metallic belt buckle hit with an
incongruous thud that caused her to jump slightly from the
surprise of the sudden, coarse sound.  Then there was silence,
except for the occasional male grunts of passion mixed with
whimpering feminine protests coming through the door from the
other room.
	Susan tensed her body and waited for the touch of his hands
on her back but there was none.  Instead, he stood for a long
moment looking down at her in the dim light from the candle he had
lit before removing his clothes.  She didn't have to turn her head
to know he was studying her as she could almost feel the hot
trails of desire and admiration his eyes left behind them as they
roved over her reclining form.
	"You're pretty," she suddenly heard through the screams
coming from the other room and her first reaction was to turn her
head and see where the strange, suddenly tender, voice came from.
It was Duke as she could see no one else through the hazy blurred
vision of her straining eyes.  But it was a Duke that she did not
recognize from the tenderness with which he spoke.  The very
softness of his voice sheared the harsh ghetto accent away and
made him something else!  something human that she had
mysteriously felt in him but had not seen until this instant.  It
unsettled her and yet confused her thoughts.  She had considered
them nothing but a bunch of wild animals that roamed the streets
taking what they wanted by virtue of their strength alone just as
they had abducted her and used her as they wished.  But now with
the sudden tenderness of the leader, whom she had feared most of
all because of his power of life or death over her, she was no
longer certain.
	"I hope they didn't hurt 'cha," he spoke again, making no
move to approach the bed even though he had prepared himself to
take her.
	"No, no they didn't," she found herself saying without
thinking about it, then realizing it was the first time she had
spoken voluntarily except to plead for herself since she had
become their captive.
	She felt the bed give beneath his weight as he sat down
beside her when he heard her speak.  She cringed away from his
nakedness from habit though she was not as frightened by it as she
had been in the beginning.  There was really nothing more for her
to fear except death itself.  They had done everything to her that
was imaginable and she was not so certain that perhaps death now
wouldn't be preferable to facing the world again after the brutal
and sadistic sexual depravities she had been subjected to since
being taken from the street last night.  Yes, she thought, death
would be preferable if it did not involve pain because she could
not stand that and knew she could be bent to their will with it
anytime as she had been last night by the brutal beating she had
received with the leather belt.
	His hand came to rest softly on her back and surprisingly to
her, her body did not jerk automatically away.  She had been so
beaten and abused in the last twenty four hours that she supposed
nothing could really move her now unless it were being thrown to
the others to use as an obscene plaything as before.  Yes, she was
much better off with Duke than the poor Jodie, whose pleas for
mercy from the other room had now changed to soft helpless groans
of outrage at the indecencies being committed on her helpless
body.  Susan found herself wondering what they were doing to her
now and shuddered as she pictured all three of them hovering over
the prostrate girl's form on the bed, each pleasing themselves in
a different way as they had done with her last night.
	Duke's hand moved slowly on her back, mistaking her slight
tremble from the lewd picture that had formed in her mind, for the
beginning of surrender.  The half drunken negro was right.  The
girl had surrendered but not for the reason he so much wanted her
too.  The will to resist had been totally destroyed because there
was nothing else he could do to her that had not already been
done.  She could stand the threat of sudden pain no more and her
fatigue-wracked body was almost beyond feeling anything but the
desire for the peace from which it had been so cruelly disturbed
when it had been thrown into the car by the gang of negroes so
long, long ago.  She was his, both mind and body now and the
tenderness with which he touched her helped quiet her fears of
further pain so that she lay and let him play with her as he
wished.
	The negro, sobering slightly from the sight of the voluptuous
young white girl stretched languidly on the bed beside him, gazed
down at her with an almost religious reverence.  He would have
given anything in the world at that moment if he could have
possessed something like her under different circumstances.  The
whiteness of her skin made no difference but it was what she stood
for.  She was clean, innocent, and untouched, except for the rape
she had been subjected to by force and that didn't count.  And
even now he would have given anything if it hadn't happened and
things could have been different and he had been born in another
world.  He might have had her then, or at least one like her, that
he could have won on his own merits the way a woman should be won.
Now, with tomorrow so close and the job he had committed himself
to do, he knew it could never happen.  Particularly, after today
when he had gotten a glimpse of what the new an black world run by
the new breed held in store for him.  That is, if he even lived
through tomorrow.  A lot of people were going to die and he knew
it.  People he had grown up with and known all his life, perhaps
even one of his younger brothers or sisters who would undoubtedly
wander down to see the excitement.
	And ... there was nothing he or anyone else could do to stop
it now.  It had smoldered too long and he and the others like him
were too stupid to fight any other way.  They had never been
taught otherwise like the new breed and had no choice but to
follow them into the sea like the children of Hamlin dancing
blindly behind the Pied Piper.
	He wished, also, with all his heart he could explain this to
the white girl who might understand better why he needed her so
much tonight.  But, he knew he couldn't.  They were a complete
world apart and he could never put the words together that could
even begin to describe how he felt.  She would have to go on
forever believing he was just an inhuman black brute because he
didn't have at this moment, the time or words to convince her
otherwise.
	Time had just run out on everything.
	Susan felt her body begin to shiver as his hands moved down
over her soft round buttocks and began pushing the hem of her
tattered and dirty dress up the backs of her thighs.  She could
hear him breathing heavily behind her and wanted to turn and look
at his face to see if it reflected the sudden gentility with which
his hands moved but she didn't dare.  She was afraid it would end
suddenly and he would without warning again erupt into the
violence he had the first time he had taken her in the car.  He
nudged her hips up from the bed and she lifted without resistance
to the gentle pressure to allow him to slip the silken garment up
the full length of her body and over her head.
	"Oooooh," she murmured as he ran his hands in a long slow
caress back down her back again and unhooked the brassiere that
fell away without effort as she lifted for him to pull it from
beneath her chest.  Her breasts trembled and hardened slightly as
they made naked contact with the unwashed sheet beneath them and
she groaned again, not from pain but from some new alien tingle
that began throbbing gently inside her flesh.
	His hands came down her back again and he hooked his fingers
in the elastic band at the top of what was left of her nylon
panties and gently pushed and pulled until they slipped
reluctantly down over the full voluptuous moons of her buttocks
and hips.  They stuck momentarily at her thighs and she shook them
slightly to help him and they slipped on down to her ankles and
over her self-raised feet without further resistance.
	She was naked now before the negro but felt no intense fear.
She had come to trust him in the last few minutes and sensed that
he would not hurt her intentionally.  In fact, the thought ran
hazily through her mind, that he probably would stop if she
pleaded with him.  But, she had no intention of doing that now.
He had saved her from another horrible evening at the hands of the
other three depraved men and the venomous anger of the Negress and
she sensed that it had not been totally through desire for her
alone, but from a strange compassion that had arisen in him for
her as a human being.  She knew because his hands playing over the
softness of her now quivering flesh were asking, not demanding.
	And, there was no other way she had to repay him.
	He sensed too that there had been a change in the white girl.
She no longer cringed beneath his touch as she had done in the car
or when she had sat next to him at the table.  She did not even
press to him desperately as she had when she had grasped his ankle
for protection on the floor in the other room.  Now, to his
amazement, she seemed to desire it.  Her body strained and worked
with his hands as they coursed over her.  He rubbed her buttocks
in small tiny circles, gently pressing apart the two full white
moons so that he could see the tiny puckered brown hole of her
anus nestled there so open and vulnerable.  He thought of bending
over and kissing it but decided against it.  He did not want to do
anything that would raise her guard and perhaps snap her from the
relaxed mood she was in at this moment.  He cupped the firm full
cheeks of her ass again and then slid his fingers slowly down them
and into the crease caused by the pressure of her thighs lying so
close together.
	He expected them to clench tightly shut as he pressured
gently down between them with his hand but was surprised when they
fell limply open without resistance of any kind.  He pushed his
hand up between their full satin-like softness until his fingers
came into sudden wet contact with the soft down of the thin blond
pubic hair growing tantalizingly up between her legs.  He tried to
press his finger up between the soft moist flanges of her vagina
but she jerked spasmodically away, not from fear or revulsion, but
from the unexpected contact that sent a shiver of warm rippling
sensation running up the nerves of her naked back.
	She groaned, vaguely aware of his hands turning her body on
the bed so that she was flat on her back and the whole of her
naked front was presented up to him in a delicious photograph of
hollows and secret indentations.
	She was just as he remembered her last night when he had made
her stand naked before the fire and had taunted the others with
the prize he possessed, a taunt he lived to regret an hour later
when the cards had gone against him and he had lost her to them.
Yes, she was just as she was then, firm and young, and her body
shook as though filled with passion.
	He kneeled beside running his hands reverently over her
breasts, her flat white belly, her thighs, up and down over her
unprotected nudity with shaking hands that brought forth small
animal mewls of pleasure from between her tightly closed teeth.
His passion was increased as he watched the contrast of his ebony
dark hands moving over and bringing the gasping and quivering
response from the white, white of her body.
	He watched her open her eyes and look up at him for a moment,
the hazel-blueness shadowed by the dim smoky veil of building
passion that was beginning to course through her.
	Susan, somewhere back in the distant ages since his hands had
reached for her body, had drifted into a strange unknown world of
sudden deep, soft pleasure of the flesh.  She had lain beneath his
hands at first in fear, then in grim realization that she had a
debt to pay.  Now ... all conscious thought of why she was here or
who her slowly flaming body was writhing beneath was lost in her
memory.  It no longer mattered as she felt the tiny licking flames
running all around her, between the softness of her inner thighs,
out the tips of her now throbbing and pebble-hard nipples, and
down again to the burning core of her vagina where it roared in
white hot heat like the interior of a blast furnace.
	"Oh God," her voice whispered softly without even knowing it
had been said.  "Oh God."
	He pressed his thick rubbery lips down over hers and
immediately felt the hard rigid pressure of her tongue spearing up
into his mouth in her unconscious quest for a warmer, wetter
contact with the devil-like thing so deliciously torturing her
body.
	His hands continued rummaging over her and he ran them
between her thighs which did not jerk away this time but which
opened voluntarily to admit him to the very core of her being.  He
could feel the warm center of her loins flexing almost
imperceptibly in passionate answer to his naked touch.
	"Aaaah, aaaaah," she was sighing continuously up into his
lips, her tongue pushed up into his and circling deep around
inside as though searching desperately for another entrance to his
mouth.
	Her passion spurred his own.  Disbelief buzzing through his
brain that this could be happening.  Last night in the car he had
brutally ripped this voluptuous white girl's virginity from
between her legs in a brutal rape and yet tonight she was writhing
and twisting beneath him as though she were his slave.
	He could not stand it another minute and he moved over,
slithering on top of her warm, soft, white body like a protective
blanket.  He could feel it quivering helplessly out of control
under him and reached down his sides with both hands and drew her
unresisting thighs up the sides of hips until the whole of her
wet, throbbing vaginal slit was presented up to him in welcome
sacrifice He held them there for a long tortured moment and
started to reach down and implant himself inside her but at the
last second he stopped.
	He wanted her total surrender tonight and it would be worth
the risk of breaking the spell she was under now.  It would make
it all a thousand times more meaningful if she were to take him to
her.  He held his breath and spoke in a whisper.
	"Put it in."
	And he let his breath slowly out in a long gasp of relief as
he felt her hand burrowing down without hesitation between them
and her warm fingers close tightly around his rigid flesh.  She
stilled for a moment and he held his breath again in fear she
would suddenly regain her senses and twist away from him.  It was
a long, long second later that he breathed out again in relief as
he felt her thumb and forefinger tighten around the head of his
pulsating penis and slowly but firmly push up.  He gasped, and his
lips bared back torturously over his white, ivory-like teeth as
the thick black, foreskin peeled back up and she gently pressed
the moist sensitive tip of his cock into the wet, fleshy folds of
her vagina.  He could feel the soft blond pubic hair grazing
gently against it as it hung poised for entry between the tight,
throbbing lips.  The hot, smooth warmth was excruciating and it
was all he could do to hold himself back from lunging forward to
sink the whole of the heavy pulsating weight hanging down between
his legs with one mighty flesh splitting thrust into the
helplessly impassioned white girl's quivering and waiting belly.
	But he waited.
	He waited because she needed it and that's what he had wanted