24 comments/ 925999 views/ 21 favorites Jill's Wild Interracial Adventure By: Dirt Man Warning: The following story is a work of fiction, and deals with interracial, and non-consent themes. And as such may be offensive to some due to the issues of bigotry involved in such stories. If this offends you please do not bother to vote, or for that matter read any further. Otherwise enjoy. * * * * * How it all started: L.A. in the summer, save for the pollution factor, isn't much different than Florida in the summer, both are hot, with crowded beaches as Jill was finding out. Long Beach they called the town named after all the beach front property, ran out all the way to Seal Beach, which continued to other beaches, but all the same waterfront, just miles upon miles of connected beaches. Still, with all that beach front you'd think there'd be some room to spread out in peace, she thought, as a group of black men stampeded through kicking up sand all over her and her beach gear as if they owned the whole damn beach. Now maybe it wasn't prudent, barely dressed in a skimpy bikini, meant for sunning not swimming, to get into a name calling contest with six large athletic black men chasing after a silly damn sockerball, or maybe it was the heat, but this was the fifth time it had happened in an hour's time, and Jill was just plain pissed. "You stupid motherfucking jungle bunnies!" She screamed in rage, and she never noticed as she stood brushing off the sand that suddenly only the waves crashing on the shore were making noise as everyone in ear shot became silent, and starred open mouthed at her, "Are you just blind, or incredibly uncoordinated?" "What did you call us Honky?" Asked the largest of the group walking back towards her as if intrigued. "You heard me," she replied. "What part of stupid don't you understand?" He pulled down his sunglasses and looked Jill up and down slowly, almost drinking her in. She'd always been proud of her model perfect body, and her long golden mane, a waterfall of blonde tresses that licked down to the top crack of her ass. Most men just gawked, not sure exactly how to approach a Goddess, but this man was different. He delighted in what he saw, but was assured in himself more. "She called us jungle bunnies, Ed," said a tall thin black man over his right shoulder, "Ain't that dissing us?" "Means the same thing as Nigger, Jackson," answered the shortest of the six on Ed's left side, and that made the crowd gasp in shock. "Must be some Southern Belle on vacation here, Snipe," Ed mused, his eyes still feasting on Jill's spectacular body, "She keeps that attitude up she's gonna go home in a body bag, or worse, raped and knocked up, with a little black bun in the oven crying to daddy, "I don't know which one, they all did it to me!" he mimicked her whining voice. Those around began to go about their own business, as it was plain to them that this was just arguing, since no one obviously had a gun on them, and no white woman in her right mind would continue pursuing her challenge against six well built black men, whose bathing suits bulged as extensively as theirs did. However they didn't know Jill, if they had they would have tied and gagged her for her own good right then. "Oh yeah," she returned, never bothering to look up as the group closed in on her, "I'm so fucking frightened by six brain dead, pimple dicked inbreeds who can't even find a place to play where they don't bother everyone else. Yeah, right." "What'd she say?" Asked the half back type behind Ed with the baldhead. "She says you're so dumb you fuck your mother and sisters with your little cock, Jermain," Ed laughed translating, then looking back at Jill, grabbed at his crotch, and said, "Now who's the blind one missy?" Maybe it was the tone in the man's voice that woke Jill and made her look up, but what ever the reason, she realized then that she had made a big mistake in trying to take on these six angry men. Still, she tried to bluff her way out. "Well look what you've done," she said pointing to all the sand lying on her blanket and gear, "the least you could do is apologize for being such clumsy oafs." "Lady," said a tall black man with Laker's mowed into his hair on the side as he walked around to the front of the group, "oaf is a far cry from what your garbage mouth came up with in the first place, and in the second place, had you read the signs when you entered the beach, you'd have noticed that this is the playing area." "You tell the bitch, Casper, " Snipe pitched in, "this be our beach baby!" "Yeah," said the fellow with a small beer belly and a shaved head, "you's da trespasser here, sweet thang. Y'all should be paying da booty toll if you want's to lay in our sun." "Tell it like it is, Akmed," Ed's voice rumbled, then to Jill, "How bout it Little Bit, you ready to give up some of that fine white meat to cook it here in the sun?" Jill's only answer was to retreat, and she gathered her things up as the six men watched, each commenting crudely on the parts of her that they liked best, her ass, tits, and pussy vying for her mouth as major points to pleasure them with. She was aware that they followed her all the way back to her car, and once locked away in the air-conditioned comfort, at last began to breath easier. However as she looked up and put the car into reverse, she found herself starring back at the man they had called Ed as he stood in front of her car legs spread, arms crossed, with a smile on his face that said, "We got your ass now baby." She shivered, but it wasn't from the cool air coming out of the vents now, it was in fear. From now on she promised herself, she wouldn't come to the beach without her husband, she'd sun herself in the back yard when he was at work. She watched as best she could in her mirrors, but she never saw them after leaving the parking lot. Not that they couldn't be following her she knew, not with the way the traffic was here. She decided to go a circuitous route, and it took her an extra hour to get home, but she felt better not having seen them the whole way home. At home there was a message from her husband waiting, which meant that she had to go out shopping for some supplies for the week end as Gary's boss had decided to lend them his cabin up in the mountains for the weekend that was located on a small lake, and very secluded. Her brain already thinking about a fun filled weekend of sex and debauchery with her husband, she never noticed the unfamiliar Classic white '57; Cadillac Rag Top parked five houses away as she pulled out of her drive way, and headed for the store, but then it had been there when she had come home from the beach. "You know Ed," Snipe said, behind the wheel of his father's classic white '57' Cadillac, "sometimes I hate that my brother is with the Highway Patrol, but it's times like this that I don't mind at all that he can get into the DMV computer." "Better hurry up if we want to bug the place before she gets back," Ed replied. Jill's Wild Interracial Adventure "Oh would you?" She replied sensually, "And what if I did let another man fuck me Gary? Could you handle it, really handle another man using your wife's hot mouth, and wet horny pussy Gary, not to mention if it were a black man, or maybe you'd rather I fucked one of your buddies, or your boss, what about it baby? Maybe have me prance out on some sleazy dance floor stripping for the crowd for tips. Would you like to see that sweet heart? Do you want to watch as other men tease, and taunt me, play with my little pussy, lick my tight ass, suck on my tits, and fuck the shit out of me, use me like the slut you just know I want to be for them in front of you?" "I will, if you will," Gary said. "I'll think about it," Jill finally announced, "but no promises Gary, and if I do.." "Yes?" "Remember one thing," she replied, "you started this. If I end up being a whore, then it's all your fault." "I can live with that if you can," he'd said. "Okay then, I will, if you don't mind being married to a real slut." "When?" "One thing at a time," her voice giggled into the cabin, "let's see what the weekend brings first, shall we. For now, I'm ready for the main course." "You sure look ready," Ed commented, bringing them back to the here and now as he looked her up and down after Snipe turned off the machine, "and we all heard your hubby give his consent, now didn't we boys?" The room suddenly bursting with applause, and all directed towards Gary bound to a straight back chair, sitting upright nude, with his dick sticking up like a flag pole saluting these men's sexual intentions towards his wife. His cock saying what his gagged mouth couldn't. Suddenly Jill understood, he really wanted to see her gang banged by all these ruffians. Had he set this up for her? But then how could he have, he didn't know these men, did he? Still, she had no choice in the matter. One way or the other these men intended to fuck her in front of her husband. However, since Gary seemed all for it, why not live the fantasy, and then play dumb about it later if he made a big deal out of it. After all, it had been his idea to start with, and she really didn't have any choice in this situation. She would be blameless, even in Gary's eyes should he renege later. She stepped down from the last step then, allowing the clock to tick on the mantel once again, her resolve firm. Her naked Niggers -she liked the sound, and taste of that- waiting for her next moment. "Okay," she said, walking forward, her hips a metronome in motion she stopped in front of Ed purposefully, then looked at Gary, "Who's first?" Jill's Wild Interracial Adventure "Get up on your hands and knees slut!" Ed commanded, "It's booty, and blow job time!" The gasp that came was muffled, as it came from Gary. He'd never authorized Spike to let them fuck his wife in the ass, Jill just didn't go for that kind of sex after all. They'd only done it themselves once, and she'd complained of the pain so he'd stopped. Then, eyes wide in mind-boggling mystification, he watched as his wife wagged her gorgeous rump back at Ed as he kneeled behind her, and took hold of her flaring hips. With cool precision, Ed lined up his black cock on Jill's little brown puckered hole. Then only using spit as lubricant, Ed pressed the head of his cock at her sphincter, and Jill incredibly pushed back. Oh shit! Gary thought, She gonna do it! She's really gonna do it! Jill's gonna let these Niggers fuck her in the ass too! Gary no longer knew where the fake rape ended, and the new slutty Jill began as Ed's tapered black ten-inch prick squeezed into his wife's butt. He saw her tense, then relax, and tense up again and relax with every inch of black cock that was slowly pried into her anal canal, her face wincing, but determined. It was like suddenly having extremely good vision, as he saw her asshole buckle up, then open up wide, like taking a shit in reverse, to let Ed's turd cock inside, the tiny almost white hole stretched out thin around the ebony girth straining like a rubber band to receive it, and Gary could swear his wife cooed in response. True his cock didn't taper, but this was unreal, Gary thought, as the last black inch settled right up into Jill's shitter. Ed, the considerate lover that he obviously was, let Jill get accustomed to having his big black prick up her fine prime shit socket, just holding still. Then letting her make the first moves back and forth, reached around and rubbed at Jill's clitty as she fucked her ass on his cock. The length of her back undulating wave like as she screwed herself on that large black hunk of meat. What a fucking whore! Ran through Gary's mind. The fucking slut is loving this! Look at the way she's backing into his every thrust, like she just can't get enough of his black cock up her filthy ass! Damn this is hot! I just can't believe she's doing this! Of course with an ass as tight as Jill's it didn't take Ed long to cum in there, and pulling out he went around in front of her as Spike moved in behind to take his place. Then as Spike put the pork to Jill, Ed fed her his soiled dick, and as Gary watched in disbelief Jill happily gobbled the cock that had just fucked her in the ass as if it were candy coated. Oh man! Oh man! Look at that! Just look at that cunt go! Gary thought to himself as a groan escaped past the gag in his mouth. Indeed, Jill was all motion not having cum with Ed, and hoping that Spike would tame the growing fires building in her. Alas, it was not to be, as Spike came in her tight butt, and switched places with Ed as Jermain took her in the rump now. Gary could see what they were doing, trying to keep her at the edge, but not let her cum so that she would eventually take on every Nigger on the property before the last one in line allowed her the orgasm of a life time as he came up her poop chute last. If Jill seemed to mind she never voiced it, but each cock that entered her mouth after fucking her in the ass, went further down her cocksucking throat, till Gary was sure she was swallowing every black dick whole. As before they encircled her as they finished with her, leaving a small corridor for Gary to see through. Each man towering over his wife, jerking off, waiting for the right moment. Gary's own cock once again as hard as a rock from the start of this booty, blow job gang bang, as Jill had moved into the doggy fuck position with fresh sperm dripping from each nipple and her chin, a squeezed fruit rind apparently all that was left of her then. But now as the last Nigger mounted her hind end, and Gary hoped they wouldn't bring in real dogs next, he saw that this fuck was much different. The black man fucking Jill had to have all of twelve inches of wrist thick prick pumping in and out of her ass. Where the hell is it all going, Gary wondered in awe, and look at Jill pouncing back on that damn thing as if it belonged in there, and not in some damn mare! Faster, and faster yet still black pounded into white from both ends, Jill rocking back and forth harder and harder with each passing second, and the forest of black meat around them jerking off as before. Hands blurring, dicks humping, one cunt in the center gone wild thrashing around as a cornered animal, and then it happened. A sight that Gary would have burned into his mind beyond forever. Suddenly the Nigger mounted on her rump, and the one in her face jammed every inch of dick they had into Jill from both ends, and held her tight as they came, setting off Jill's ultimate anal explosion. At the same time, one black prick after another started hosing down Jill's back side, her long silky hair as well getting thoroughly slimed with their rinse down. The man whose cock was in her throat pulling out as he came to allow her to breath once she managed to swallow his torrential cream shower. Unfortunately, as she had been holding on to his ass for support she lost her balance and melted down onto her head and shoulders exhausted, arms out, and a much better target for all of those spraying black peckers. It lasted for hours, those few minutes at the end, but neither Jill or Gary would ever forget them. She was still twitching, her ass up in the air looking like a melting ice sculpture ten minutes later, with only the crickets and Gary now un-gagged left to notice. The other's driving down the long dirt road back to LA. after finishing with her dirt road. "Ooooohhhhh!" Jill moaned, a dozen or so Polaroid's surrounding her on the blanket showing her frosted both face up, and hind end up. "Are you okay?" Gary asked, concerned. "Just let me soak a while, Hon," Jill panted, "I want to remember this the rest of my life." "You really looked fucked Jill," Gary said, relieved she wasn't hurt "You should see it from my side," she replied, and then passed out in exhaustion. A Mona Lisa smile smeared across her face.