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 from her even though it tortured him beyond his wildest imagination and because he knew he had conquered her soul and she was completely at the mercy of his desires at this moment. The chance may never come again and he tortured himself, holding back the final plunge that would fuse them together in one great wet, pulsating mass of black and white flesh, to wring from her that one final admission of surrender that would bond them together as long as she lived.
But she had to know it, she had to be conscious of it or it would mean nothing at all. She had to remember that she had done it, and done it because she had desired it more than pride itself. He would be leaving this world tomorrow. He could feel it because after today he had no place to go but he wanted to leave something behind that would make him live and that something would be forever sunk deep in her belly and no matter what she did from that moment on, no matter how many times after wards she was fucked, his cock would always be there with the others. She would remember and that would make him alive again but she just had to know it, she had to feel it within every pore in her body when he gave it to her and there was only one way.
Susan lay groaning in tiny unintelligible gasps that seeped from between her tightly gnashed teeth like quick puffs of steam from a laboring locomotive making it's way up a steep and unclimbable incline. Her body ached and she was vaguely aware of a great black form hovering over her. Her legs and loins were wide apart and wet from a strange and delicious soft pressure that she herself remembered vaguely placing there an eternity ago and she hungered. Hungered deep inside her contracting womb as though it were a ravenous animal in a zoo waiting to be fed. Other animals were being fed and she could hear their cries of hungry feast in the distance, merged with the tortured squeak of rusty and ancient bedsprings in an adjacent room. Dim pictures of a tan, tortured form that she had seen ages ago, being crushed and mutilated beyond all recognition between black sweating bodies of ebony flickered through her hazy mind increasing the intensity of the weird pleasurable hunger a thousand times more than when it started.
The negro levered up on his hands into a push-up position above the slowly, undulating body of the white girl. Her face was contorted in indescribable rapture and her lips were pursed in a wet rounded oval shaped with tiny wisping groans of half-conscious pleasure escaping from around the soft pinkness of her tongue circling moistly around the outside of her mouth. He looked down between the contrasting color of their bodies and could see his giant throbbing hardness pressed blackly into the liquid saturated folds of her pink and open cunt. The silken softness of her pubic hair surrounded the stump-like pole of flesh in a lust-inciting mixture of blond against glistening black that caused his cock to throb involuntarily against her.
"Ooooooooh," she groaned unconsciously as she felt the wet, moist contact grow closer.
He strained for all he was worth against the all consuming desire to ram forward at that very moment and impale her instantaneously like a ravished white Goddess on a stake. There was too much of her that he had not tasted and he wanted it all. He would never have the chance again.
He looked down at her large firm titties swaying out gently towards her ribs and quivering slightly with each soulful gasp that came from her mewling throat. They excited him and he had to have them in some way. He slithered forward up her chest and straddled her with one leg on either side of her ribs and gently placed his throbbing black cock in the narrow cleft between them so that her warm flesh enclosed it on both sides.
Her eyes opened momentarily but flickered shut again quickly as though she too were afraid of the strange spell that hung over the room. Her mouth still hung open crooning softly into the dim light the candle cast.
Duke's hands shook and he reached down and crushed the soft resilient mounds between his strong, sinewy fingers, making tiny ridges of white that stood up between their blackness like the whiteness of a moon in the dark sky. He kneaded and stretched at them watching them ooze through his hands like firm, flaccid foam rubber, soft, yet springing back into voluptuous shape the moment his pressure lifted. He pushed them together so that they met across her body and formed a velvety, yielding tunnel in which his cock was sensuously entrapped. He pressed them hard so that the nipples met at the top and then began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his whole rigidity through the warm, flaccid channel formed by the firm, white rounded, tits. As he pushed, the blue-black head of his cock appeared at the far end of the warm, soft tunnel and brushed gently against her chin leaving a tiny spot of moisture each time it touched from the seminal fluid seeping from it in his excitement.
He kept up the slow rocking motion between her quivering breasts for several minutes, feeling his penis growing and expanding until he was afraid it would erupt into a great gushing fountain of sperm before he was ready. He had to force himself to sit still for a moment and content himself with pushing and pulling at the maddening softness of the two throbbing mounds so warmly surrounding him. He tweaked at the nipples and rubbed them over the top of his cock together, one against the other, watching with bared teeth as they jerked and throbbed into a greater hardness that he had not thought possible. At the same time, he studied her face and the reaction it was having upon her.
It was electrifying!
Her eyes were open now and gazed unseeing up into the darkness of the ceiling. A thin smoky-veil of passion obscuring their dilated pupils. Her hips and ass writhed on the bed below, her thighs limply kicking out and then drawing up again as though searching for some invisible lover to draw inside of them. She was completely out of control and Duke knew that nothing he did now would matter, she would accept any degradation he would force upon her to quell the fire that was raging out of control in her vagina.
There was just one thing more before he fucked her.
His eyes locked on her full red sensuous lips still muttering nothings out into the air from her tortured need. They were wet and moist from her tongue swirling around them as she lay suffering beneath him in unfulfilled desire.
He wanted to shove his cock down in between them and shuddered as the mere thought of that moist warm cavern closing around it caused it to jerk and almost ejaculate where it lay between her breasts.
He moved up a little so that his knees were on either side of her neck and his long black cock throbbed out directly over her face, presenting her unseeing eyes a view of the pulsating sperm filled ridge running beneath it. His balls lay gently against her moistened chin. He sat still for a moment, feeling the firm resilient mounds of her breasts squashed down beneath his buttocks. He did not move to give her mind time to adjust to the change in position. Whatever he did had to be slow so as not to break the spell she was under. If she ever returned to total consciousness he knew her mind would fight the dictates of her body and he did not want her in rape tonight. He wanted her mad with desire.
He placed both his hands gently down behind her head and lifted it up off the bed bending her neck up toward him so that her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the palpitating head of his cock. He pushed forward slightly, his buttocks rolling on the cushion of her breasts behind, until the tip of his penis was pressed gently between her slightly open lips. He groaned as he felt the soft lipsticked surfaces brush gently against the sensitive skin of the head. Her lips closed at the first touch and he held his breath waiting for a sudden cry of protest… but none came.
Instead her lips fell limply open and her head pressed forward of its own volition without his having to pull her to him. The movement caught him by surprise as he thought she was beyond moving at all and he watched with unbelieving delight as the tight rounded ovals of lipstick covered mouth enclosed over the tightly stretched skin of his cock. He had never in his wildest dreams ever thought he would see the day when he could look down and see his jet black instrument skewering into the face of a white girl, particularly, one as beautiful and innocent as this one was… and she was enjoying it.
She had started using her tongue, slowly at first, and he could feel it swiping around him, causing his cock to jerk inside her mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly to him in a close elastic ring. He could feel them with pained intensity moving down his prick and taking as much of him as she could in her mouth and surrounding him with the hot moist warmth of her saliva and the tender inner flesh of her tongue. He pressed his hands on either side of her hollowing cheeks and pressed inward.
She began to suck him with a moist, nibbling pressure and her tongue licked and curled around him as though she had done this a thousand times and all the hunger burning deep in her vagina was now concentrated in one great gust of sensation in her mouth. Duke above her flailing head groaned incoherently pushed his hands tight against her cheeks. He wanted her to make him cum and he wanted to make her swallow it so that she would know later that he had bent her completely to his will, that he had dominated her as she would never be dominated again. He flexed his loins in and out at the near rounded open hole formed by her lips and rolled his buttocks around on her flaccid yielding breasts as though he were attempting to crush them down into her chest. He watched wild eyed from above as his black glistening flesh disappeared into her clasping lips like it were another hungry, nibbling cunt. He could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed pulsating and throbbing between her lips and into the moist cavity and warmth of her saliva-filled mouth.
His loins were growing hot and he was sweating between his legs and still she sucked, keeping his prick in her mouth, burying her face in his loins until he knew it was the end. The pressure building in his balls slapping against her chin as she worked in her unconscious and passion was excruciating and unbearable and his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before.
And then suddenly, there was a jerk in his loins and nothing in the world could have stopped the liquid white flow that was rushing like a waterfall up from his aching balls and out the tip of his jerking penis. He gripped her head tight between her hands and shoved his cock deep into her throat. She groaned beneath him as the first needle thin spurt of hot, fiery liquid flooded into the back of her mouth filling the warm moist cavity, bloating and stretching her cheeks until they almost burst. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep from choking on the white sticky semen as he emptied his balls relentlessly into the depths of her gullet.
Duke's body quivered above her as he felt the last of his masculinity drained from his rapidly deflating penis. He was momentarily exhausted and had to brace himself with his hands tangled in her hair to keep from falling to the side of the bed. He started to lift himself from her but to his amazement she would not let his deflated organ escape from her lips. She continued to suck gently, undulating her buttocks behind him down into the bed and rubbing her legs hungrily together as he watched with disbelief the thin tiny trails of white cum running down from the corners of her mouth to her chin below. He had never felt anything like it and it seemed as though he had been completely drained of all the strength and desire he ever possessed.
But, after a short while his cock began to thicken again in the soft, now slippery warmth of her mouth. She licked it and bit it gently, seeming to take delight in her power to bring it to life again after its cataclysmic collapse.
Then, when it had grown to full size once again and he thought he could never make love again as long as he lived, he felt desire begin to rekindle in his loins. She continued to nibble for a moment longer, swiping her slippery tongue around and around it until she was certain it was restored to its full length and power and then she let her head fall heavily back to the bed. The rejuvenated instrument slipped wetly from her mouth a small, thin string of semen still connecting her lips to it. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him through smoky, desire ridden pupils for a moment and then pleaded in a desperate whisper: "Fuck me."
The surprised negro wasted no time as he lifted his buttocks from her tightly squashed buttocks and moved down the length of her body. He came to rest directly between her already open thighs and reached down between them to complete the connection. She was ready and there was no need to prepare her now. He could feel the wet, moist opening of her cunt throbbing in desperate anticipation as with his fingers he guided his thick, black cock straight into her. He paused but a moment to part the sparse blond pubic hair, now wet with excited secretions, with the head of his penis and then with one long smooth stroke he rammed it into her all the way up to her cervix. There was not the slightest resistance now from the number of times she had been fucked since they had abducted her and he could feel the smooth, wet walls of her cunt clamping around his cock so moistly and firmly it almost drove him crazy.
"Ooooooooh," she moaned and sang as he felt her entire insides flowering open to recede him deep in her womb. She was groaning and murmuring incoherently now as he began to fuck viciously into her, gritting his teeth with desire. Her body followed him and began to move in wild abandoned jerks beneath him.
"Ooooh God, ooooh God, so good, so good!" she groaned as if in anguish, her arms wrapped tight around his neck, pulling his muscular black chest into the soft, whiteness of her breasts.
He plunged his long cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm soft cavern of her cunt, feeling the whole of her belly flowering open before his onslaught as though she had never been fucked before in her life.
Her whole body jerked and twisted and she moaned incessantly, her face contorted in ecstatic passion. Her mouth moved ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in untamed, animal desire that had taken hold of her body as though it were writhing in the throes of an epileptic fit. Her forehead was covered with a light coat of glistening sweat that had broken out beneath her disheveled long blond hair. There was nothing that could stop her wild race for fulfillment now and the negro fucked like a mad man to end it for her.
"Oooh God, yes, yes," she cried up into the room as he slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her ass and cupped them tightly, raising them up off the bed for greater access to her open and pleading loins.
He squirmed down into her from that position with all the strength of his hips and thighs and could feel the smooth, raw flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a heart beat all around his hot, bursting cock. He fucked into her from the tips of his toes and rammed the last inch of thick black cock thundering up her hole, bringing a new ecstatic moan from her lips that resounded through the room like the cry of a wounded and dying animal. Her nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide now, gazed glassy-eyed and unseeing up into the darkness, a wild and unsatiated desire burning lustfully in them.
He pulled his head back so that he could watch the white girls face. It was something he did not want to miss, the sudden and humiliating surrender of her whole being to a black boy who had snatched her off the street in the middle of the night and fucked the shit out of her, without ceremony, in the back seat of a car. And now… now she was twisting and writhing beneath him unable to control at all her wild desire to be fucked and humiliated by that same black boy. Her face was wildly contorted with passion and her lips bared back tightly over her teeth with greater and more desperate sounds coming robot-like from deep in her savagely heaving chest.
Her arms which had been wrapped tightly around his neck, her nails digging desperately in his back, slithered down now and dug demonically into his muscular, thrusting buttocks as they pounded down into her open and unprotected loins.
Wet smacking noises resounded through the room with each cruel pile-driving lunge he made into her and blended in tempo to the sounds coming from the other room where the other three negroes were without letup, raping and ravishing the every open entrance to the fallen Jodie's body.
Duke could hear her screams resounding through the open door and it drove him to greater desire to heap all the obscene indignities he could on the white girl grunting slavishly beneath him. He ran his hands from the smooth, hollowing cheeks of her ass down to her thighs and between them to the soft, soaked, pubic hair surrounding her cunt to feel the clinging lips of flesh which held and throbbed around his cock like a tight rubbery mouth and was running with moisture which overflowed wetly down the wide-split crevice of her ass.
Her body was slippery from the sweat of the wild untamed gyrations of her ravenous body and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth on the dirty, soiled sheet beneath them. Her mouth was wide open in ecstatic abandoned she had become something crazed and inhuman as she twisted and churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking them up to her shoulders, egging him on.
"Oh, oh, deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me," she begged, gasping as if she were close to death. She was nearing her orgasm and swung her soft, tender thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving her ass in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his plunging and hotly growing black cock.
"I'm curing! I'm cuming!" she suddenly squealed with a high pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time her arms snaked tightly around his neck and smashed her open abandoned mouth to his where he could still taste the pungent flavor of his sperm that he had spurted into her throat such a short time ago. Her body arched and she held tight to him, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his still hard driving cock and down the wide-split crevice of her ass soaking his balls as they slapped hard into her tiny puckered anus.
Though he had been sucked dry a few short minutes ago the wildness of the white girl's orgasm had started a slow aching pressure deep within his balls again and he gripped the cheeks of her still rotating ass and squeezed with a crushing strength, feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," he rasped and groaned and increased the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle hard against the ragged pink flanges of her loins and his hardened black cock dipped deep down into the far, far, hidden recesses of her pulsating belly.
He felt himself cumming and throwing his hands down behind her knees, shoved her soft, tender thighs up over her shoulders and ground as far down into her open and yielding cunt as he could go, bringing groans of left over passion from her lips still locked tightly to his. Her arms still clasped him in their death grip, the ache in his baits was unbearable.
He had to cum now or he would die!
He gasped into the moistness of her mouth, felt the bursting at his loins, heard her whimpering cry and the tightening of her arms around his neck, and then, with a deep soul-shattering grunt that went on and on into her mouth, he exploded inside her, shooting his hot, liquid sperm deep down into the liquid depths of her open and receptive womb.
They lay still then, locked in the lewd embrace of love for seeming forever though it was only minutes, their interlocked limbs presenting a vivid and strange picture of black fucking white. And then he rolled off her sweat soaked body, noticing her chest still heaving from the effort of their final orgasm. He wanted to say something to make it nice but there was nothing he could think of. They were worlds apart and he saddened at the thought that the only equalizer between them now lay limp and wet between his thighs. He reached down and pulled the ragged, filthy blanket up over both of them and then turning his back on the white girl, went to sleep.