Kay was terrified! She and Jane were greeted at the door by two males wearing masks, and to her horror one of the men was naked to the waist, and clad in red tights from the waist down. His rather large and ungainly feet were encased in a pair of outsized high heels that probably dated from 1942, judging from their style. It was so bizarre that she would have bolted then and there had not her sister-in-law kept a tight grip upon the soft, naked flesh of her arm.
Jane seemed to know the one in tights very well, and he seemed overjoyed to fetch special masks for them, not just the plain black eye masks, but two very feminine over-all face masks that left only the mouth and chin visible. The one that Kay chose was the face of a cat, and it had silver sparkles all over it giving her the appearance of a large Persian when she looked at herself in the hall mirror.
Jane's was a fox mask, and Kay couldn't help thinking how much the features of the pointy nosed animal resembled those of her sister-in-law. As nervous as she was, Kay felt considerably better once she had the mask on. It looked rather nice, she thought, and it didn't make her feel so self conscious about having worn such a revealing dress. One compensated for the other, she told herself.
"It's like a fiesta, girls!" one of the men was saying. "Come on in now… anyone ever been in Rio during Carnival… madness… absolute madness! That's what tonight feels like… Come on in… there's plenty to drink!"
Timidly Kay followed her buxom sister-in-law as she entered the spacious living room behind the two men. She wanted to ask which of the men was the host, but Jane didn't seem predisposed to talking. The young wife stood just inside the living room and looked around at the shadowy figures who were scattered about the fire-lit room. It was still early and there weren't many people there, but Kay was quaking with fear that her husband Jim might already be there… that he and that girl might be watching her now! She hoped that the dress, one that she had never worn before and which was unlike anything that she had in her extensive wardrobe, would help protect her identity until such time as she wanted to make it known. Still, though, she cringed at the thought that every single person there… most of them faceless shapes and disembodied cocktail party voices… was commenting on the fact that Mrs. James Carroll had just walked in the door.
Within seconds drinks had been placed in their hands. Jane had requested a rye and soda from the elderly man who asked her, and even though Kay didn't really like the taste, she ordered a scotch because she had been led to believe that tasteful people drank it.
"Well, let's just sit over here, honey, until someone familiar comes in!" Jane pointed out a low sofa that was on the side of the room. There was a man hovering near them, trying to catch their eye, but Kay ignored him and quickly sat down beside Jane. She was thankful, however, that no one else at the gathering was wearing anything more bizarre than a business suit. The scotch was beginning to calm her nervousness, and for a few seconds she was almost able to convince herself that she wasn't really Mrs. Kay Carroll… that she was someone else… just a young woman who would be interested in attending such a party!
"Jane," she asked curiously, "Do you actually KNOW some of these people? I mean… have you…?"
"Been to parties like this before… sure… oh, long before your brother and I were married, of course… but some of the old people are still around!"
"I… I certainly want to thank you for trying to help me out like this… But… it does feel strange." Kay looked around her. Some of the couples had begun to dance at the other end of the room. "You're definitely right… I have to meet Jim on his own grounds!" She spoke the last with a slight quiver of her lower lip. It was still horrible to think that her husband was being so grossly unfaithful to her. That there was not a shadow of doubt about it, or of the fact that he chose to flaunt his new lover shamelessly at public gatherings like this! Her eyes burned a little, and she was thankful that her mask hid her expression. Her fingers twisted painfully around each other, and she sat with her legs tightly crossed, so much so that the circulation of her lower leg was being cut off. She changed position to keep it from falling asleep and noted that her inner thighs beneath her nylons were moist and clammy from nervousness.
"Oh, God," she thought, "I've got to have another drink… Suppose Jim were to walk in now, what would I do?" The way she had visualized it was totally different from the actuality of the party. It really didn't seem so very different from any party that she had been to except that everyone was wearing a mask… and, of course, there'd been that man in the tights and high heels. Earlier, she had imagined herself deep in conversation with some handsome, very attentive man. She had brought along a package of cigarettes in case she needed to do something with her hands. The handsome man would be lighting her cigarette, and she would be contemplating going out for some air with him… he would beg her to leave the party with him, and just then Jim would come in with that little snip. He would be tiring of her already, for he would have found out that there was no substance to her… no real substance. And she, Kay, would laugh up into the stranger's face, blowing out the smoke of her cigarette, and Jim would rush over to her and angrily take her away from the party. She would know that he still loved her, and that night… oh, she knew full well, that that night in bed she would respond to him, whatever his mood. She would be ready for him!
She felt a sudden undeniable twitch between her legs at the thought of it. If only she could get a second chance!
Kay was snapped out of her reverie by the realization that Jane was getting up. The man she had noticed earlier had approached them and had asked Jane to dance. To the blonde young wife's dismay her buxom sister-in-law jumped up eagerly, and was being danced away to a lively Latin beat before any objections could be made. She could see the outline of Jane's full, rounded buttocks swaying in time to the music, the two loaves of her soft, girdleless behind trapped in the tightness of her skirt, struggling against the material… and then Kay could no longer see her at all.
A feeling of utter loneliness came over her as her dark-haired sister-in-law disappeared in what had become a sea of people, and to keep from spinning off into a panic, Kay stood up and headed toward the bar, where a congenial bartender administered drinks and snacks. Kay was shocked by her surroundings in that the house was more elegant than any she and Jim had ever been invited to in their usual social activities, and the caliber of the food and liquor that was served was obviously of a top cut. She had expected something a shade seedier somehow. The second scotch tasted good and, uncertainly, Kay looked around her. She was afraid of being approached by anyone, and yet she was more afraid of being alone… an unwanted wallflower…
Several unattached men seemed to be looking at her, and self-conscious, despite her cat mask, Kay began to walk away from the bar. Perhaps she could find the bathroom, or some place where she could relax for a few minutes and freshen her lipstick, the only part of her make-up visible beneath her mask. She wandered down a dimly lighted hallway and discovered a small room to the left that appeared to be the study. After looking inside and seeing that the room was empty, Kay entered and closed the door behind her, then collapsed on a leather sofa that faced a wall of books. She felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her.
The strain was really tremendous, and she was thankful for the opportunity to be away from the party. She began to wonder what on earth she was doing there at all! In the calm and quiet of the library room Kay finished her drink, and decided that the thing to do now was to leave. She would go outside in a few minutes and find Jane, and together they would depart… before Jim came and found her there… before anything real could happen. It would be as though she had never come at all, and she would find some other way to solve her problems… some way that did not involve such masquerading.
"What's new pussy cat?" Kay nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of a man's voice behind her. She whirled around on her seat, and almost dropped her glass when she saw a tall, black man directly behind the sofa. His friendly smile only frightened her, and all she could think of was screaming… screaming at the top of her lungs. She began to search for her purse on the sofa, and started to scramble to her feet.
"I… I was just leaving. Going home… Excuse me, I didn't know there was anyone in this room…"
The large man pulled himself up to his full height, and Kay found herself craning her neck in order to see him clearly. He was well over 6 feet, and in fact, Kay didn't think she had ever seen a man as tall as he was.
"I was doing some meditation exercises behind the sofa there…" he said. "Nothing like it for clearing the head. Especially when it's so noisy out there with all those prowling cats looking for a bird in someone else's tree."
"I… I see… well, I really must be going…" Kay stood and started toward the door.
"What's your hurry… You're not still frightened are you?" There was something menacing in the dark man's tone that sent a shiver of fear tracing down Kay's spine. She was thankful that he could not see her face… or her eyes… surely they would give away the utter terror she felt.
"No… no, of course not…" she stammered, lying. "No… I just… have to go, that's all." There were two feet of space between her and the door, and Kay realized that this black man could easily step in front of her with one giant step and block her way. She remembered that old saying about animals being able to scent your fear, and how it was important not to let them know it, otherwise they would attack. But why was she thinking of animals. She couldn't help it… this big, black man reminded her of a primitive creature, the way he stood defiantly watching her, his own eyes hidden by a thin, black mask, through which two glinting dark points looked out. She had not known many black people, other than her cleaning maids, and a couple of girls in high school. Granger was a predominantly white town, although Kay learned through the papers that there was a greater percentage of "non-whites" in the area than ever before. Certainly, she had never expected to meet a Negro at any party she attended, even this one. But now she realized that her thinking was probably hopelessly old-fashioned. If she had seen a man wearing high heels and tights at the door, why hadn't she expected that there might be someone of a different color there.
"Why don't you stay… talk a while… nothing's happening out there… a bunch of meat heads… You're much better off in here with me…" He moved and did just what the blonde wife had been afraid of… standing between her and the door. He moved with the grace of a panther, so easily that she didn't even see him do it. He was just there standing tall and confident in front of her, looking down at her with what she took to be a curious expression on his face. She felt suddenly ridiculous in her cat mask, and she remembered that her dress was very revealing… revealing the full, smooth whiteness of her breasts to this man, and that he probably thought…
"Oh, God!" she said, "You mustn't think… I'm one of those out there. I'm only here because my husband…"
"Yeah… that's why most of the chicks are here… because of their husbands… usually Daddy wants to swing, and his old lady thinks she might just as well know what he's doing, rather than have him do it behind her back. After the first time the little lady is raring to go… never knew a little strange cock could go down so good!"
"Oh no… I… no, it's nothing like that!" Kay stepped back, her hands automatically covering the bared part of her breasts. The black man kept on talking as though she had not said anything.
"Or else the little lady's out alone for some fun, cause she's not getting any at home…!! Whatever it is, not many chicks will admit it! Not many chicks will admit they're here for sport… it's always because of someone else that they're doing it!"
"But… I… I… I…" Kay was backing steadily away. She glanced behind her, hoping against hope that there might be some other way out of the room.
"You trying to tell me that you are not like any of the sweet ladies I've been talking about?" he started walking slowly towards her, his arms outstretched dramatically to emphasize his ironic tone.
"That's right… oh, I'm so glad that you understand… I'm not… really I'm not!"
The big man laughed, and the sound of the sinister bell-like tones dimmed the wonderful hope that Kay had had that she was being understood… that in just a few minutes she would be out in the fresh, night air on her way back to her own home.
"Right!" he almost shouted, "You're gonna tell me that you didn't know what kind of party this was!!!" It was obvious that he could hardly control his mirth now, and Kay felt her face flushing as she almost broke into a run to put herself behind the sofa, away from the black man.
"Hey!" he cried, "Don't run away… you don't want to offend me now, do you?"
"No… no, it's not that… you've got to listen to me." Kay made a last ditch attempt to reason with the man, trying to remember that she was a grown woman with intelligence who could certainly explain her situation to him. It just didn't seem possible that she could be placed in a position where all her upbringing and her recently attained status in the town couldn't help her. But her voice came out a thin quaver, that was not at all what she had intended.
"I… came in here… this room… because I wasn't feeling well, and now I've got to get some fresh air… my husband should be arriving at any time now… to take me home…" It didn't make any sense, but she tried to say something that would make some kind of impression on the big black man who stood watching her, his hands now on his narrow hips as he listened to her pathetic story. Absurdly, she noted that he was very well dressed. Perhaps he was someone very well known, she thought… like that movie star she had seen in a movie once… certainly he was no product of a slum, this man… he could be reasoned with.
"Fine…" he said, "We'll just wait for that lucky gentleman…" He sat down on the sofa, deceptively off guard. Kay thought she could make the door if she ran quickly enough.
"I assume… he's lucky, that is… judging from those fine knockers of yours… and that nice, high-class ass. For a honky chick you're not bad at all. And I bet you like to get your pussy tickled."
Kay stiffened at his vulgarity, sensing her confidence of a few moments before commencing to falter. She blinked her eyes tightly shut, and in spite of herself she could feel tiny unwanted sensations flitting through her stomach again, like when she'd thought of Jim earlier and imagined them making love.
"How… how dare you!!!" she cried, tears beginning to rise in her eyes. "How dare you talk to me like that!"
"Oh, come off it…" He put his head back on the sofa and peered up and back at her insolently. "You're not gonna tell me that you're not the least bit curious to know what a good, stiff, black prick would feel like up in your little blonde pussy!"
Kay made a sudden dash for the door, and she was pulling desperately at the handles when she felt him overtake her. His long arms wound around her waist, and pulled her away from the door. In what appeared to be an afterthought, he turned the lock sideways and it clicked decisively.
"Oh… oooo… please…" she screamed, "Don't force me to do anything… I couldn't possibly… I'll do anything… money… I'll give you money!"
He was holding her tightly now… holding her around the waist from behind, and she could feel him pulling her closer and closer until she could feel the bony hardness of his legs and the hardness of his pelvis pressing against her buttocks and the backs of her legs. She heard him chuckle, and she was overcome with dreadful apprehension as she felt a stiff bulkiness moving ominously against her soft buttocks. She struggled and twisted to free herself, but he held on fast.
"I don't believe it… you're gonna offer me money, too??? I'm gonna get to fuck the shit out of that little pussy between your legs… and get some bread, too??" His hands moved down from her waist, folding over her stomach, the fingers wriggling almost gleefully, until he reached the soft mound of her pubic "vee" where it lay hidden beneath the skirt of her cocktail dress.
"No…please… that is not what I mean… no, don't touch me… you can't make me do anything… I'm a married woman… no one but my husband has ever touched me!"
"Well, in that case, I'll bet he'll be thankful that someone else showed you a few new tricks… Nothin's worse than an old lady who don't know how to fuck and suck!"
Kay noticed that the black man's speech was becoming more and more slurred, his accent getting thicker and now theatrical, with each passing second… whereas at the start he had spoken without the slightest trace of an accent. Wild thoughts of kneeing him in the groin… of using a judo hold she had once seen demonstrated but didn't really know how to do, entered her mind. She regretted not having taken that karate class that all the women were going to at the adult education courses at the high school. She regretted never having tried to get to know any of the few black people she had come in contact with in her life… thinking that somehow this might help her reason with this man. It even occurred to her that she was being punished somehow for her secret feeling that black people really were asking for too much. Truth was, she didn't have the vaguest idea what they wanted at all, and now the odd thought that she was paying for that lack of interest, filled her with despair.
And then, he was drawing her to him, turning her about, disregarding her hands against his chest, his powerful arms crushing her to him as his hot mouth came down in search of hers, finding it, and pressing his lips wetly to hers in a tight grinding manner. She groaned and struggled feebly for a panicky moment, feeling his black hand pressed hard to the soft whiteness of her breast. She realized the futility of the situation, and let herself go limp, thinking that he might stop and let her go. But then she was surprised at how soft his lips became against hers, and once more the tiny, little butterflies went flitting through her stomach.
"That wasn't so bad now, was it…" he said, grinning down at her, as his hand began to stroke the softly warm flesh of her breast down inside her low cut dress. "Just relax," he whispered, "and let yourself go… in a few moments you will be wiggling and groaning, pulling your legs way back and shoving your cunt in my face, so's I can lick your little hot clit!"
"What????" Kay groaned in desperation, the terrible memory of her wedding night coming back to torture her with full force. Had she only known then that something more awful could happen than having your husband want to make oral love to you… something like what was happening to her now! Even her husband's brutal rape on their wedding night seemed like a lark, a mere nothing compared to the prospect of having this black stranger touch her intimately. But horrible as it was she couldn't fight him. He was too strong for her, and even her own love-starved body was beginning to betray her.
The effect of the drinks she'd had and the abject fear she'd been experiencing combined to turn her into a loose bundle of raw nerve ends, and she felt herself rapidly losing control. She knew in her bones that to plead anymore was useless, and she made no effort to stop his fumbling inside the "vee" of her dress. Closing her eyes and biting her lower lip hard, she felt him cupping her nakedly sensitive breasts, sending tiny, licking flames of passion flowing across the satiny flesh. To her horror, small pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through to the tip of the pliant globular mound as the black fingers rolled the pink, hardened nipple maddeningly about. The heat of the big man's breath seared her ear, and once more he was moving his head to bring his wet hungry lips down on hers.
Kay felt as though all the substance inside her had melted. A kind of madness now inhabited her… something akin to masochism, something similar to the rack victim's love felt for the torture-master. What was happening was so impossible that she was almost free to take part in it… freed from her former self and all the problems that she had brought into that room with her. In a wild gesture she thrust her own tongue forward sharply, and the tall Negro sucked it in deep into the dark wetness of her mouth. OH GOD! His kisses were like burning fire in her mouth!
Encouraged by her response, he pulled her over to the sofa. "Hey, little girl… lessee what ya' look like naked!" His words abruptly brought back the realization of what she was doing, and she tried to break away from his strong arms. But she found she was almost too weak to stand, much less get away from her tormentor. In futile protest she rolled her head back and forth as he sat her down on the sofa, limply moaning as she felt him begin to unclothe in front of her.
Her whole life was swimming before her eyes, just as she had heard always happened when you were drowning, and she realized that she was drowning… she was lost… utterly and totally lost. Naked to the waist he was moving toward her again, his arms embracing her, as her hand went flat against his darkly glistening, muscular chest. She was amazed at how smooth his dark mahogany skin was… she had somehow expected it to be rough. She moaned once and then his mouth was glued to hers once more, his tongue imparting to her mouth a rich taste that was totally unfamiliar, moving between her lips and past the barrier of her small, white teeth.
The helpless young blonde was being pushed backward until she thought she would have to let herself go, and she did just that… and was pushed prone upon the couch. She dared not look at him, and her eyes remained shut. She gasped rapidly for breath as she felt his hand tracing the soft, hot flesh of her inner thighs. Her dress fell back with a soft purring noise as it moved on her nylon stockings until it reached a smooth patch of nakedly white skin.
Now he was kneeling beside her, his torso pressing hard against her breasts, so that only her lower half was mobile; yet her legs felt paralyzed as the cool night air in the room caressed them, and the Negro's middle finger slid gently inside the elastic leg band of her little white panties, actually touching the soft membrane interior of her hair-lined slit. An unexpected and unwanted thrill ran through her, so strong that she was literally welded to the sofa. She lay stunned as the warmly sensitive lips of her vagina were parted and his fingers slipped smoothly into its hot wetness to find the inner lining that enshrined her pulsating clitoris.
Kay's breath caught in her throat, and just then visions of Jim loomed up in her fogged brain as if he were somehow standing there staring down at her, a contemptuous sneer contorting his handsome features… and behind him, his teenaged mistress… Where were they now? Somewhere outside that door at that very moment… she froze at the thought… trying to squirm and struggle with renewed strength against the rising emotions in her body. Her fingernails dug into the naked brown flesh of his arms.
"What the fuck?" he howled out, his dark features twisting in pain as he glared down at Kay. "What the fuck's wrong with you… I thought you were digging it!"
"Get away from me… don't touch me!" she was shrieking… "You beast… you animal!"
"You shouldn't have said that…" he reached out, catching her wrists and holding them fast, throwing his weight on top of her and almost crushing her with his powerful body until she couldn't move a muscle.
"All right, white bitch… you want it the hard way… you'll get it the hard way… nobody is going to cock-tease Spade Johnnie!" He reached savagely down between them and hooked his fingers into the sheer, wispy material of Kay's nylon panties and ripped them away with one vicious jerk.
"I was gonna' make it nice for you… but now I'm goinna fuck you like a pig… ever see pigs fuckin'? It's something else! And you can scream all you like, ol' Winnie Morgan has the thickest walls in town!"
It was the first time that Kay had heard the banker's name, and the thought that he was the host of the party… someone to whom she probably had spoken to outside… threw her off balance.
"Oh God… no… I'm sorry… don't… don't do it to me!" she pleaded, hot tears streaming down her chest as he grabbed her roughly, and shoved her dress up over her hips and around her waist, exposing the full ripeness of her white voluptuous thighs, the soft hair covering her golden toned pussy quivering below the flatness of her belly. Horrified, she felt him fumbling with his pants and saw them slide down over his lean hips, and she caught a glimpse of his thick black cock in his hands. It looked like an enormous rounded pole, so hard and so big that she could not imagine it ever fitting inside any woman, much less inside her. He grunted and ground himself down upon her, forcing his way between Kay's legs, spreading the long, luscious thighs unmercifully as he guided his burgeoning member forward. Roughly, he shoved her legs behind the knees to raise them as high as possible, while he positioned the thick, rubbery head of his massively throbbing penis to the full fleshy lips of her cringing little cunt.
Kay tossed her blonde head wildly… the golden curls coming free from the elastic on her cat mask… the mask itself had been knocked askew, but it still effectively covered her features. Closing her eyes with a shudder of horror, Kay felt the insinuating contact of his blood-swollen cock as it pushed against the sensitive ragged edges of her involuntarily seeping pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, petrified into subjugation, beneath him.
"Oh God help me… oh God help me!" she cried, gasping as the first hard pressure against the tight elastic opening of her hair-fringed vaginal lips.
He pushed again.
"Aarrgghhh!" she cried out as the tip slipped through, cruelly stretching the tight resilient passage until Kay felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the almost unbearable pressure. It was happening… it was actually happening… this huge black man was raping her… forcing her to submit to his will…
"Oh, no, please you're hurting me… you're hurting me!" she was suddenly howling at the top of her lungs. She jerked her eyes open in terror and saw the full, evil-looking mask of his face, the proud, black features split by a sadistic grin above her, his teeth flashing brightly. "Oh, dear God," she thought, "he is going to kill me… he hates me that much!"
Above her, Spade Johnnie relished the sight of the young white girl's suffering beneath the cruelty of his slow, relentless penetration of her helplessly exposed pussy. Then his grimace turned to one of pure lust as he felt her tight inner muscles squeezing against his advancing hardness. The depraved sight of her lying helpless and innocent looking beneath him, with the surrealistic appearance of her cat-masked face the center of her flowering blonde hair drove him wild, and as he looked down and took in the sight of his strong and mighty cock disappearing into the corn-silk hair of her tight young pussy he let out an impatient wail.
"Shit… got to fuck you quick… got to fuck you right away!" And he came down heavily upon her small body, his weight crushing her sensitive breasts against his chest, forcing them upward from the encasing cups of her half-bra beneath her cocktail dress. His slender hips were thrust forward with the same smooth motion, sending his long, sleek cock sliding far up into the young housewife's wide-spread cunt with a furious rush, pushing the soft, moist flesh of her vagina ahead of it in rippling waves. There was no stopping him now, not until he felt his big, heavy balls slapping heavily into the up-turned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.
"Oh God no noooo!" she wailed beneath the Negro. She had never been entered by anyone else but her husband, and even the horror of her wedding night when she had been a virgin, was nothing compared to the shrill pain she now felt. Her streaming inner passage felt as if this stranger's brutally plunging cock had ripped it into a thousand tiny shreds. She was speared, skewered by the chunky knob of his huge heated penis… and it lay sunk deep in her cringing young belly, filling up her entire insides! It seemed to be pushing everything out of her, leaving no room for anything. She lay immobile beneath him, afraid to stir for fear of more pain, while he remained unmoving above her. Their labored breathing hung between them, filling the silence of the room. Dimly, through the locked door muffled sounds of music and people's voices reached their ears. But neither could really comprehend anything other than what was taking place between them. Then suddenly Kay felt a throb from deep inside. It was the breadth and length of Spade Johnnie's long virile cock jerking up into her another half-inch as he flexed it within her tightly constricted vagina.
"Uuuuugh!" she grunted breathlessly, her face twisting with the shooting pain.
"You sure are tight, baby! But Spade Johnnie'll fix that… gonna stretch you good!" he taunted, flexing his hotly pulsating penis deep within her again.
"Aaaaaagh!" she groaned, deeper this time, the cords of her long neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
"Now don't tell me it don't feel good!" he grinned down at her.
Kay did not answer, only rolled her head in pain and humiliation.
"Answer me!" he commanded. "Most chicks would be giving their eye teeth for a taste of this good cock o' mine!" He arched up into her again, harshly.
"Oh… yes… yes…" she cried, afraid now to offend him, for fear he might do something even more offensive to her. Perhaps she thought, if she went along with him he would be easier with her.
"Beg me then!" he sneered down at her.
"B… Beg? No… no… I… I don't know what you mean… I…"
"Let me hear you beg me for it… Tell Daddy how much you need it…"
Her eyes pleaded with his through her mask. "No…no… oooooo… no I can't!" she cried.
"Damn it…! Beg bitch and beg now!!!!" The big black man throbbed his massive swollen cudgel down deep into her tightly quivering belly once more.
"Oh dear God… don't… please don't… aren't you human? How can you do this to me?" She fought with all her strength and courage she could muster to escape the depraved humiliation he was inflicting on her. She couldn't willingly submit to the crude Negro… she just couldn't. Deeper and deeper he pushed into her, suddenly ripping at the front of her dress and clawing the flimsy material of her bra away until her nakedly warm breasts were exposed to his pawing, squeezing fingers. The soft white flesh contrasted sharply with the dark brown of his strong hands.
"Do it!" he commanded her, a raging fire burning in his eyes. "Beg me, blondie!"
"Ooooooooooh…" Kay moaned her resistance ebbing from her in recognition of the pain and helplessness of her position. "Uhh… Do it… please, do it to me!"
"No…not like that… say fuck… fuck… say fuck me… you big beautiful black motherfucker!" He hissed down into her face, his face reflecting a brutal delight at the agonized expression on the young, white housewife's lips.
"Ooo fuck me…" she began weakly.
"Finish it!" he shouted, wanting to drain the last tiny spark of pride that this proud white young bitch might have left.
"Fuck Me You Beautiful Black Motherfucker!" she hissed through clenched teeth, tears of shame gushing from her eyes as she spat out the obscene, lewd words. She had struck bottom, reaching the utter depths of degradation. She could never again face her husband, even though he had been so grossly unfaithful to her. She would never be able to hold her head up in the community, knowing that once she had been pinned to this sofa, filled by the blunt hard member of a big black brutish man! A man who had extracted unforgivable words from her lips. Nothing was left of her that was of any value… there was nothing now but the huge fleshy tormenting instrument buried deep inside her inflamed vagina.
Above her Spade Johnnie sensed the loss of the young wife's last remaining ounce of resistance, and clamping his wet mouth over hers he began a slow rocking motion between her wide-spread thighs. The agony sent tiny explosions of pain inside her, searing at the soft sensitivity of her abused pussy, as his motion widened the tightly clasping passage with each short stroke. Kay groaned in hopeless defeat beneath his weight… a defeat and resignation which was, in fact, a total surrender. He was killing her slowly; she wanted to die… and in her desperation, she tried to help him kill her. She began punching her pelvis up against his long hard shaft, feeling it going deeper, even deeper up into her… and she screamed with each powerful thrust she made upward.
Gradually, though, something was changing inside her. In place of the ugly pain, lewd flames of masochistic desire began coursing through her veins, and she no longer had a shred of will to fight it. In spite of her repugnance and horror she began responding sexually and eagerly to the Negro man who lay between her long, open thighs. His wetly skewering cock moved ever upward into her unresisting cunt, and her whole body began to twist and writhe beneath him, as faint mewls of servile acceptance and animalistic passion slipped from her tongue. Her mouth toiled at his as her tongue wetly answered his savage thrusts, her neck straining and nostrils flaring beneath the cat-mask, a light sweat popping out all over her body.
She felt Johnnie slip his hands down over the naked curves of her hips and slide them beneath the wildly thrashing moons of her rounded buttocks, cupping them harshly with each hand as he began to thrust with greater frenzy. He jerked Kay harder to his loins and she pulled her trembling white thighs back a little more, the moistly hot slot of her tormented pussy spreading open to receive his heatedly pulsing cock to greater and greater depths beyond the soft silk blonde of her wispy pubic hair.
The maddening pain had passed now, and her legs on either side of his impaling shaft of flesh were jerking and quivering in an abandon she had never felt before, and which she could not now control. The shamelessly aroused wife closed her eyes, letting her tongue slaver loosely up into the black man's mouth, low hums of wondrous pleasure rumbling from deep within her throat. There was no longer a single thought in her mind other than the delicious sensation of lying beneath this Negro man who was fucking her against her will, and she willingly strained to give as much pleasure to him as he was giving her.
Spade Johnnie slaved above the young white girl; now he moved with longer, smoother strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her tautly clasping vagina, and then plunging forward again until his heavy testicles smacked against the nakedly exposed crevice of her anus. She was hopelessly impaled, she thought helplessly, and the thought raised even greater erotic sensation in her wide-spread loins. Then he brought his hand around to where his long hard cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her wetly clasping pussy, and Kay felt him begin to fondle the soft hair-lined lips of her cunt, milking at his rampaging cock. He continued to play there until softer groans of passion formed in Kay's throat and escaped her. Her ever-widening vagina seemed to gape with longing and it greedily swallowed the whole of his dark, powerfully thrusting shaft, wanting it to plunge to her very core.
Suddenly, he was quickening his strokes, hot and pulsating deep and the blissful torment caused her to wantonly thrash beneath him as though she were the most eager whore from off the streets. She felt him pushing against her so hard that the plane of her crotch was wide open to the brutal pounding of his loins as he rammed his lust-thickened manhood into her.
"Aaaah! Oooooooo aaaaa!" she began to chant beneath him, in the throes of a wild insane passion. Again then, he quickened his stroke, grunting and groaning, grinding hard and deep, his dark cock a deep magenta with passion as it bored hard up into the hidden recesses of the young blonde's womb. She was nothing but a mass of exquisitely moist softness beneath him and he knew that the end was coming soon for both of them.
Kay was only vaguely aware of Spade Johnnie's hands running over her like searing licking tongues of hot flame, of his soft, thick lips, of the friction of his hard body as he squirmed and wriggled over her. This was something beyond belief… something wonderful that she had not dared to experience… indeed she had but never dreamed such passion possible! And to think that she had been denying herself this… denying Jim this… for so long! A subconscious understanding of just why her husband might have turned to another woman came to her just as she began to shriek, "Oh fuck me… fuck me harder… harder… harder!!!" She panted and writhed and heard his wailing breath over her. His thick heated cock was a huge, unrelenting thing, raging and hurtling into her secret being, making her tingle from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. And then, almost unbelieving, she heard her own words of fulfillment, "Oh God I'm cumming… iiii'mmmmm ccccuuummmiinnngg!" She jerked and bucked up against him, feeling his massively pulsating cock grow impossibly huge inside her… and then… begin to pump hot thick sperm far into the softness of her wantonly quivering belly, his juices mingling with hers as he moaned like a lost soul with the power of his orgasm.
Kay's legs jumped convulsively against him, splaying out obscenely on either side of his heaving body, and her heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. She at last knew what it was like in heaven… nothing in the world could be more intense than the ecstasy she was experiencing with Spade Johnnie. She lay beneath him, motionless now after countless seconds of glorious expansion, of feeling her body bursting with light and warmth, with golden jewels of fulfillment. Her body had been bruised and satiated… she had been brought to heights of desire that she had never known existed, and now she felt a sudden forgotten wave of shame and humiliation return to her, flooding her stunned mind, reminding her of who she was and where she was, and of the thick savagery of the black man's still pulsating penis where it lay buried deep inside her quivering flooded vagina.
A sob slipped from her chest. There was only one word for it. She had been "fucked", and "fucked" good… and in her distressed and uncertain way, she had no way of knowing what she felt most… shame… or joy!