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Under the Flag Ch. 1

By: Stardog Champion



The sensation of her face buried in the scrunched pillows on her bed had become an all too familiar feeling for the 36 year old, happliy married, mother of two. With her hands stretched wide out to each side, and her husband's rough, meaty paws pressing down on them heavily on the crisp, freshly washed sheets, the tiny woman was powerless but to lay there, face down, and simply let her husband of 17 years have his way with her.

It was almost as if what was happening to her body was nothing more than a sick and twisted dancestep counting off in her mind. It always happened the same way. After a very brief bit of foreplay, her husband would roughly flip her onto her belly, push her arms up over her head and held them down as he entered her from behind with his cock.

Once his dick was inside of her, she could almost tell from the tortured pace of his breathing just how close he was to finishing his business. With her face pressed into the pillow, her ears were really the only tools she had for judging just when he would relieve himself and like he always did afterwards, fall off to the side like a drunk cowboy dismounting his horse, before drifting off to sleep ,without a word, on his side of the bed.

As soon as his voice started to get a little raspy, it was like clockwork. He would start saying, "You're my little slut....You're my little whore..say it Bitch...You're nothing but a cock hungary slut...aren't you?"

It always seemed odd to her that the same man that expected her to be the model wife, loving mother and maid also wanted her to be nothing more than a trashy, emotionless, sperm dump in bed.

"Yes," She would always answer, with ever increasing roboticness as she moaned through the pillow covering her mouth. "I am your slut Sir...I'm nothing but your little Bitch Slut Sir."

Just like always, as soon as her words of submissive recognition to his authority over her entire body and soul registered in his ears, his breathing would momentarily stop, he would groan in a primal voice that even to this day caused her trepidation.

Then nothing but silence, except for the sound of his thighs smacking hers as he delivered his scalding cum inside her womb for the thousanth time. She would then instictivly bite her lip, trying her best to think about something else other than what was occuring on top of her body at that sickening moment. Then it was over as quickly as it had started. He would simply fall off of her as if he had been shot and take his rest at her side without the first loving word of gratitude to her as she lay naked and motionless beside him.

After all those years, that was unfortunatly the only thing she had grown to associate sex with and frankly, she hated even the mention of the word. Each night after her husband had taken his rightful due from his wife and rolled off of her to go to sleep, she was thankful, both in a real as well as symbolic sense, to have his weight lifted off of her.

That was the intimacy that had slowly developed over almost 2 decades of marriage for Tamara Louise Scroggins. When she would hear her husband Carl's chainsaw like snorning bristle up beside of her, signaling that he was dead to the world, Tammy would quietly lift herself up off the bed and march straight to the privacy of the bathroom to remove the pungeant filth her husband had deposited inside her.

After hauling her tired body back to bed, Tammy would often lay there trying her best not to dwell on her selfish feelings of unfullfillment and discontent. Stewing in her personal Hell, Tammy laid there sometimes for hours on end trying to make some sense of it all as she tried calming herself enough to fall asleep. 6AM comes awful quickly when the mind doesn't shut off long after the body does. Soon enough, the alarm clock beside her bed would be giving off its shrill recognition that a new day was about to begin.

There would be breakfast to fix, there would be kids to wake up and lunches to pack, and there would also be a husband to acknowledge as he departed for another day of earning the brunt of the money that kept the family afloat. Then she would have to gather herself to go to her own part time job, then there would be rushing to get her youngest son to soccer practice and then picking up her oldest son from football practice, the home to fix dinner, then cleaning up, then finally back to bed to start the cycle all over again.

Hiding behind her own closed eyes in the darkness of her bedroom at a quarter to 1 in the morning as sleep slowly washed over her, all Tammy Scroggins could do was put another day in her personal "American Dream" into the books.

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On cue, the loud ringing sound of the alarm clock by her head woke Tammy from a very unsettling sleep at 2 minutes till 6. Tossing her covers aside, the still groggy married woman winced mightily as her numb feet hit the carpet.

Reaching over and shaking Carl by his shoulder in an attempt to start waking him, Tammy had to bite her tongue to keep from cursing his presense the way she often did when she knew he couldn't hear her.

Raising herself up with every ounce of energy in her body, Tammy dragged herself to the bathroom through the still pitch black darkness. Dropping her nightshirt to the floor, Tammy reached over and turned the bathroom light on as she closed the door tight behind her.

"MMMAAHHYUCKK," Tammy groaned as she recoiled from the bright light straining her sensitive eyes.

Turning on the cold water, Tammy eased up to the bathroom sink in a slow and methodical attempt to start waking herself up.

She couldn't even stand to look at herself in the mirror that early in the morning so once her eyes grew comfortable with the illuminance of the light, she would always bend over and roll her flannel panties down her legs. Then she would step out of them akwardly as she reached over to start the shower.

"Gonna break my neck one of these days," She told herself.

As she waited for the water to heat up, she would always fight the urge to peek at her weathered face in the mirror as the steam started rising around her.

With the sizzling moisture beginning to envelope her, Tammy felt slightly more comfortable looking at herself in the mirror, the condensation distorting the actaul image of herself just enough so that she didn't have to see her whole face, aging steadily every morning right in front of her eyes.

Looking into the eyes of the exhausted woman staring back at her, Tammy wretched from the sight of the bags under that woman's eyes. She knew that 10 minutes with her make up bag would be enough to conceal the evidence of her discontent, but still having to face the reality of the daily routine she had created for herself struck her rather hard during those private moments alone every morning.

Once she was in the shower, Tammy knew that she could start recharging her batteries and could take on the dogged routine of the day. As she stood there at the sink brushing her teeth, pondering what was ahead, she couldn't help but shake her head however from just how many things were waiting for her to do.

Spitting out the accumlated frothy toothpaste in her mouth into the sink, Tammy turned and opened the shower curtain, ready to feel the temporary but soothingly luxurious feel of the hot water as it re-invigorated her.

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Closing her eyes, letting the furious flow of water saturate her tired body, Tammy felt her malaise slowly breaking. As her hands brushed up and down her body, trying to rub some feeling back into her old bones, Tammy's nerves started to waken as warm water and soap started coating every nuck and cranny of her body.

In this most private of moments, Tammy simply stood there naked, allowing the water to relentlessly rush down onto her face and chest as if she was standing bare skin in a thunderstorm.

In her self imposed darkness, Tammy savored the feel of the curves of her body with her own hands and thought longingly of just how special it would be if someone else was there to do it for her. Wrapping her arms around herself in a tight, loving embrace, Tammy rocked in place, trying to let the soothing water rinse her worries away.

Feeling her long, drenched, platinum blonde hair stick like soft satin to her shoulders and upper arms, Tammy explorations worked their way up her frame until the heavyness of her 34 C breasts were bouncing loosely against her palms. Now at 36, Tammy still hadn't grown to like her body eventhough it was the envy of many of the ladies she shared a PTA or Sunday church meeting with.

Being the middle daughter of very distant parents, Tammy never got the proper attention that anyone needs to feel valued in life. It was no surprise then that she married a man that purposefully forced her to the background to run the household and rear the kids.

It really hadn't been her idea to get so involved in all the extracurricular activities, but with both sons involved in sports at school and with so many other parents either to lazy or too afraid to chip in and help, Tammy found herself volunteering more and more of her time to her childrens' interests.

After 17 years of marriage, Tammy had also found herself back doing parttime work at one of the local grociery stores. She had been a satisfied housewife for the majority of her marriage but with the children growing and the spector of college looming, along with the hushed reality of her husband's gambling debts, Tammy found it necessary to work about 15 extra hours a week to supplement the family's income.

In a way, Tammy was rather glad to be back out making some cash and meeting the public, besides she always thought her degree from Gulf Coast Community College was just going to waste, and it also gave her an opportunity for a few hours each day to tune out all the other problems in her life and work on her own identity.

As Tammy stood there alone in the shower contemplatimg her lot in life, she suddenly looked down through the steamy haze of the showerstall and realized her nipples had hardened substancially between her tensly squeezing fingers.

"OHH..GOODDD... That feels good," Tammy whispered to herself as she tried rebuffing what her body was begging her to do.

Although she had occasionally masturbated in the past, never to fully enjoyable results because of her guilt, the way things were now, Tammy just didn't have the time nor the privacy to freely explore her sensual side.

Bouncing her heavy tits in her hands, Tammy realized the time was getting away from her and she knew that Carl would be stumbling into the bathroom at any minute. Knowing Carl predication for his wife to be chaste and virtuous excpet for the times he demanded her to be his slut, the last thing she wanted him to catch her doing was pleasing herself in the shower at 6 am.

Deciding discression was the better part of valor, Tammy finished rinsing her hair and cut the shower head off.

Once out of the shower, while blowdrying her hair, Carl finally opened the door and stumbled in to take his own shower, without a single word or grunt to Tammy as she half blocked his path to the bathtub.

"Good morning to you too," Tammy moaned sarcastically to herself as soon as Carl had disappeared behind the curtain and started the the water.

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The 9 o'clock hour was one of the few times during the day Tammy could have some peace and quiet to herself. With Carl dressed and off to work and the kids both now on their respective buses on the way to school, Tammy was free to take a half hour or so to digest her breakfast while she channel surfed through the early morning hodgepodge of Regis, Judy Judy, Jenny Jones, and Jerry Springer.

Although Tammy detested the long array of white trash that prominaded across the sets of those shows, it did give her a little jolt of pride each time she saw how decrepide thier lives were, making her feel much better about her own situation.

As she happened across that day's Jenny Jones show, there was a perfect example to Tammy's theory. The episode of the show was entitled, "Mom and Dad better start chillin'...cuz' I'm in love with that black fillin' " and watching the opening minutes of it made Tammy want to throw her breakfast up.

Living in Montgomery, Alabama all her life, Tammy had been effected like any normal person would by the intense racial propaganda heaped upon her from day 1.

Although schools had long since been integrated by the time she started her education, there was still a clear dividing line between black and white in her small little corner of the world.

The only reality of race mixing that Tammy had to deal with on a daily basis was the unavoidable fact that both her sons, Roger (11) and Brian (15), had quite a few black friends because of thier involvement with school sports.

Both her and her husband had strictly forbid both boys from having any kids over to their house without first asking in a clear attempt to keep either of them from bringing any black kids home.

Continuing to watch the episode of Jenny Jones with sick fascination, Tammy fumed as white girl after white girl introduced thier 'boyfriends' to thier parents, often with explosive results.

As it all unfolded, Tammy counted her blessings that she and Carl wouldn't have to keep themselves up at night worrying about anything like that happening to their family.

Looking up at the digital clock on the VCR, Tammy saw that she better get up and wash the breakfast dishes before dressing for work and spending the next four hours holding down register 4 at the local Food Lion.

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Tammy's afternoon at the grociery store had gone relativly smoothly. She left work, prepared now to head into the clenched teeth of Montgomery's midday traffic snarl. Headed off first to pick up her youngest son to take him from school to soccer practice, Tammy felt rather optimistic for how the day was turning out as she hummed along to a Trisha Yearwood song on the radio.

After weaving her way across town to fetch Roger at the middle school, Tammy proceeded to drop him off at the soccer practice field and gave him a quick peck on the cheek out of the sights of his teammates who would have surely ribbed him unmercifully if they had seen her parental show of affection.

Leaving Roger behind, Tammy turned her minivan around and headed to the high school to pick her oldest son, Brian, up after he finished football practice.

Rolling into the nearly vacant lot behind the high school where all the parents usually waited to get thier kids after practice, Tammy immediatly noticed something was wrong. The lot was as empty as a ghost town.

Then it hit her. In her haste to get breakfast ready that morning, she finally remembered Brian telling her twice not to worry about getting him from football practice, that the coach was having minor surgery or something like that. Tammy sighed to herself, upset at having wasted so much gas to hop across town, especially with how high gas prices had gotten in Central Alabama.

With some time to kill before having to pick Roger up at soccer practice and needing something cold to drink, Tammy decided to run home real quick before going to fetch her youngest boy.

Slowing her van as she neared the driveway, suddenly the feeling of levity floating inside Tammy Scroggins's heart was replaced by a impending sense of doom.

"WHAT IS THIS," Tammy's voice screeched through the quiet Alabama neighborhood, eventhough she had barely swung open her car door.

Both boys immediatly stooped shooting at the hoop that was mounted on the Scroggins' garage and turned towards the still running minivan.

Not even taking the time to turn the engine off, Tammy got out and stood beside the front door of her vehicle, staring a burning hole through her oldest son and his black friend.

Sensing his mother's obvious rage, Brian lowered his head slightly and told his friend that he's be right back.

As Brian approached his mother, he could hear his friend begin to bounce the basketball in place in an obvious attempt to kill some time as Brain Scroggins faced the embarrasing nightmare of confronting his Mom.

Once Tammy was sure Brian was out of earshot of his black friend, she proceeded to light into him.

"Why aren't you at football practice Boy?", Tammy asked through clenched teeth, eventhough deepdown, she knew the answer to her own question.

"Mom..I...I told you twice this morning..," came Brian truthful and pained response, feeling nearly sick to his stomach with shame.

"...Coach had surgery this afternoon and he gave us the day off..We're not doing anything wro...." Brian continued before being forcefully interrupted by his mother.

"Then why is ....HE.... here!" Tammy spat over the sounds of Brian's friend clanking a shot off the basketball rim 60 feet away, fighting the urge herself to point right at the tall lanky black kid accusingly.

"That's Jerome Melsy, Mom..he's just a friend and a teammate. He missed his school bus and since his Mother can't drive I told him he could come over here and hang out until his brother gets off from work at about 5:30 and can come by and get him." Brian answered with all the rational coolness he could muster.

"You don't have the authority to do that Brian...Your Dad and I have told you thousands of times..no one comes over without permission first....NO ONE!" Tammy fumed.

Brian almost replied, "That's bullshit" but thought better of it as he began to sense the real reason for his Mom's displeasure. It wasn't really about any problem she had with him having Jerome over. She was living in fear of what his Father would do if he came home and saw who Brian's company was.

"Alright Mom...point made. I'll ask next time before offering someone a favor when they are stuck in a tight spot, " Brian replied with sarcastic politeness. "You know you never act like this when I have Roland or some of the other guys over."

"Well that's..different," Tammy quickly replied eventhough her retort lacked a great deal of conviction. Obviously struggling with inadaquate passion and vocabulary to explain her vauge racial prejudice, Tammy searched for a way to get Jerome off the property before Carl Scroggins returned home from work.

"Alright....alright," Tammy hummed to herself as she quietly tried collecting her thoughts. "Brian...your Father will be home in less than an hour and I certainly don't feel like having to listen to him raise all kinds of Hell if he finds...HIM...in his house."

"His name is Jerome, Mom," Brian interjected.

"It doesn't matter...whatever," Tammy quickly brushed aside her son's comment.

"Tell you what, "Tammy continued, "get him to call his brother..here's my cellphone..and tell him that he already has a ride home..he doesn't have to come over here and pick him up. We'll drive ..Jerome.... home before your Father gets back..we need to pick up Roger from practice while we're out anyway, " Tammy groaned frustratingly, her perfect afternoon ruined.

Her plan formulated, Tammy watched as Brian carried her cellphone over to Jerome so that he could make his call. Looking up to several of the windows of the houses that bordered her property, Tammy prayed none of her neighbors were up there watching what had just unfolded on the Scroggins's driveway.

After loading Brian and Jerome up in the backseat of the minivan, Tammy backed out of the driveway and started on the 15 minute jaunt to Jerome's small house on the outskirts of Montgomery. Every once in a while, Tammy could hear Brian and Jerome make hushed small talk behind her but she could tell they were both feeling awkward embarrassment from the way thier afternoon get-together had been spoiled.


Under the Flag Ch. 1



Tammy instinctively peeked in the rear view mirror a couple of times to survey the boys' expressions as she drove along and saw that each mainly just sat there brooding, watching the traffic and the scenery whiz by. That's when the initial twinges of guilt started eating away at Tammy, hating like hell that she always had to play the bad guy with these things. Brian was correct back at the house, the boys hadn't done anything wrong and with every rotation of the minivan's tires along the city streets, Tammy began to realize her behavior was more out of her own self preservation with her husband rather than any firm belief in right or wrong that she held.

Just as Tammy was about to turn away and refocus her attention on the road in front of her, Jerome's eyes momentarily locked in and caught Tammy looking back at him through the rearview mirror. The moment that they connected visually seemed to last an eternity and Tammy felt her stomach roll with definate uneasiness from the power and purpose of the boy's icy stare.

There seemed to be an intangible knowledge in his glare that told Tammy that the young black kid understood some of the stresses she was under. Sitting there in stone silence, his dark piercing eyes burning a hole in her pysche, Tammy could feel herself start to squirm in her seat from the brief but powerful stare.

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And Jerome did have some grasp of Tammy's dilemma. He had been raised a a predominatly black part of town and had a mother and grandmother around everyday of his life that lectured him on how far his people had come, as well as how far they still had to go, especially in a place still as touched by hatred and misunderstanding as Central Alabama.

Jerome remembered clearly the first time he had been invited by Brian to come over while Brian's folks weren't home. The forebodding spector of the huge Confederate flag hanging in the family's downstairs TV room told Jerome all he needed to know about Mr. and Mrs Scroggins's politics. And as he momentarily locked in Tammy with his accusing eyes, he could clearly sense he was making the petite blonde woman , and mother of one of his best friends, extremly uncomfortable.

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"Right here Mom..take the next left...that's Jerome's driveway," Brian said, interrupting Tammy and Jerome's fleeting visual connection.

Gently tapping the brake and swinging the steering wheel to her left, Tammy guided the minivan into Jerome's driveway. Trying her best to avoid making any sustained eye contact with any of Jerome's neighbors who were out in thier yards, enjoying the late, midfall, afternoon, she instinctively knew her "Soccer Mom Mobile" stuck out like a sore thumb in the impoverished neighborhood. Tammy nerves tingeld anxiously as she tried to get Jerome out of the vehicle as quickly as possible so she could head back into town and get Roger from soccer practice.

Hearing the back door to the minivan swing open, suddenly the appreciative tones of the young black kid registered in Tammy's ears.

She couldn't help turning her head backwards to acknowledge Jerome's polite words. "Thank you Ms. Scroggins for going out of your way to get me home....I appreciate it."

"You're...you're.....welcome...Jerome," Tammy replied with quiet shock.

The wiry 18 year old extended his hand out and slapped palms with Brian as he made his way out the van and headed up to his front door. "See ya tomorrow," Brian said to his friend.

Wasting no time, as soon as Jerome was clear from the vehicle, Tammy put the gearshift in reverse and hit the gas. Backing out of the driveway and onto the pot holed lined street, Tammy and Brian drifted up the highway to pick up Roger from practice, neither saying a word as each wallowed in thier own distinct embarrassment.

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Around the dinner table that night, the air was as frigid as the Arctic. Tammy could tell Carl had suffered a bad day at work from the way he had immediatly gone to the wine cabinet and poured himself a stiff glass of scotch before he even changed clothes. Tammy had learned the hard way that when her husband started on the hard stuff so soon after work that it was best to just stay out of his way.

As the four members of the Scroggins clan sat around the dinner table, everyone ate in silence, the only noises being the clanging of silverware in plates and the sporatic sounds of chewing.

Tammy knew exactly why the boys were as silent as lambs. After the debacle hours earlier and the irrational way she handled it, Tammy was sure Brian had probably vented to his little brother before dinner, thus making it a very tense and quiet evening for everyone.

Nibbling at her tuna cassarole , Tammy knew deep down she had done the right thing to get Jerome out of their house before Carl had gotten home, especially after seeing the mood he was already in.

About the time all four had finished dinner and had started picking at thier plates, the tortured silence of the Scroggins's dining room was shattered by the ringing of the telephone.

"Damn telemarketers,'' Carl spat into his napkin as he wiped his mouth. "Just hang up on them," he added, seeing Tammy start to get up to answer it.

"Hello, " She answered in a hushed tone.

All three men of the family looked up at Tammy as she carried on a brief conversation with whoever was on the other end.

"OK..uhhh...yeah..Well..I guess I can..for how long..OK...I will be there ..Bye," Tammy whispered, before hanging up the receiver.

"Who was that?" Carl asked gruffly.

"Ooohhh..it was work...seems like two girls didn't show up tonight..they wanted to see if I'd come in and work till 9:30 or so," Tammy said solemly.

"What did you tell them?" Carl replied as if he was insinuating that she better had said "No".

"I told them I would," Tammy replied, waitng for Carl to erupt.

Rather than flying off the handle, Carl simply dropped his fork on his plate with a loud thud and shook his head.

"We really do need the money..I shouldn't be gone too late...Boys..You think you could handle the dishes while I get changed," Tammy sighed as she gathered up a few things to take into the kitchen before dressing for work.

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It felt a little odd rolling the family minivan into the dusky Food Lion parking lot at a few minutes till 7 that night. She had worked a few early evening shifts that Summer when the sun stayed up until almost 9pm, but doing it in mid October, the sun had already disappeared over the Montgomery Skyline.

Doing that shift so rarely, it also felt to Tammy as if she was walking into a completly different job because most of the employees working were all foreign to her. After getting her marching orders from the manager on duty and taking her place behind Register # 5, Tammy tried her best to say "hello" to everyone she could so she could learn names.

One of the first things Tammy noticed that was different about working on the night shift was that there were about a dozen or so high school students working for a few hours; cashiering, stocking and bagging grocieries. Undoubtably, Tammy thought to herself, one of those young punks not coming in was probably the reason she had to leave her family at home tonight and come in to work.

Most of the men and women she worked with during the dayshift had families to support, bills to pay and understood the meaning of an honest days work. Tammy could tell immediatly that several of the young boys and girls working around her tonight had no concept of those ideals, they were simply there to collect some easy money to spend at the mall.

Ringing up the steady stream of customers that rippled through her line, Tammy couldn't believe how quickly the time was passing. Looking up at the clock on the wall, she had a hard time believing it was already almost 9. Being the ever faithful mother and wife, Tammy automatically thought about whether or not her sons were doing thier homework and how upset Carl was about having to get up from the loveseat himself to freshen up his own drinks.

She had planned on clocking out at 9:30, so taking a deep breath, Tammy tried mustering the energy the survive the last half hour as her predawn awakening started to catch up with her at that late hour.

After 9, the flow of customers receeded to nothing more than a trickle. Needing something to do to keep from getting even more drowsy, Tammy grabbed a bottle of windex and a few paper towels and started to spruce up her work area.

As Tammy swirled her wet paper towel in quick cirlces along the black treadmill that carried the grociery tems to the register, Tammy couldn't help but notice one of the high school girls on the clock talking to a few young black males near the front door of the store. Tammy recognized the chubby, curly haired brunette named Staci Simmons immediatly. Tammy knew the Simmons family well, at least as well as the gossip grapevine in a town like Montgomery could provide.

Tammy harkened back to her high school days and remembered Staci's Mom ,Patrice, well. Tammy, who was in 10th grade at the time, recalled that Patrice had dropped out of school during her Junior year because of her pregnancy with Staci. Patrice had never found it neccassary to go back to school after the birth of her baby and it wasn't long until the young teenage mother started running with the wrong crowd. A mistake that had led her to various stints in the regional jail for narcotics and larceny convictions.

Unfortunatly, that was also the environment that Staci had been raised in and as Tammy innocently surveyed Staci talking to the thuggish looking black kids, she naturally assumed the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

Tammy did her best to ignore the giddy display between Staci and her friends, but she could tell by the way several of the other employees there rolled thier eyes at Staci's behavior, that this occurance wasn't out of the ordinary.

Being the new girl on shift, Tammy didn't feel it her place to say anything to anyone, so she just kept her mouth shut and continued cleaning.

A few minutes later, the 40ish, slightly graying lady working the express lane register politely called over to Tammy.

"Hey Tammy...if you're not busy..thank you can do me a big favor?"

Tammy was sure she remembered the woman's name as Darlene, Darlene Carlsboro.

"Sure..what do you need, Darlene?"

"My register's getting a little low on ink ribbon and I can't find any extra under here..think you could run back to the storeroom real quick and find me a spool..Hell... bring the whole case if you can and we'll stock up all the registers up here.

"I think I can, "Tammy replied with a smile, eventhough she was a little leery because she had never been back there before to find anything. "Any clue where its at Darlene?"

"I believe its in the far back corner near all the cleaning supplies..should be in a small cardboard case that says Ajax ink ribbons...1/4 inch I think," Darlene said to Tammy as she rang up another customer.

Tammy put down her bottle of windex and dirty paper towels and slipped out from behind her work station. She instinctively bowed her head in disgust as she walked past Staci Simmons and her raucous black friends. Real or imagined, Tammy could fell the heat of their stares as she darted past, making her way to the spacious Food Lion backroom to get the register ribbon for Darlene.

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"Where is it...where is it...," Tammy chanted in a hushed mantra as she scanned the jumbled mess of backroom supplies. Pushing boxes back and forth, up and down, Tammy stood on her tippytoes until she finally thought she had found what she was looking for.

"Ooopss," Tammy groaned disappointedly, realizing the case of ribbons was 1/8th instead of 1/4th. "Dammitt..they have got to be around here somewhere."

Tossing the 1/8th box aside, Tammy hoped that the other boxes of ribbons would be right there close to the other ones. As she reached down into the mass of boxes for the next case, Tammy attention was suddenly grabbed by the sound of the storeroom door opening on the other side of the room. For some inexplicable, instinctual reason, Tammy felt her heart skip a beat and the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

Looking down at the way her hands shook a she tried reaching for the next box, Tammy felt an brief sense of relief wash over her when she recognized the box now in her grasp as the same ribbon she had come back for. Almost as quickly however, her irrational fear returned when she realized that she hadn't heard the store room door re-open and then close, signaling that the person that had just come in was still somewhere in the store room with her.

"Don't be so damn stupid Tammy...." She bravely whispered to herself. "It's probably just one of the stock boys coming back to get a mop or a broom or something."

Swiveling her head back towards the main area of the storeroom, clutching the case of ink ribbon in her hands tightly, Tammy was not comforted by the realization that a stockboy, or anyone for that matter, was anywhere in sight.

As her eyes quickly processed the scene, Tammy started taking a few tentative steps forward, telling herself with each breath to "stop being such a big fraidy-cat," as she headed for the towering maze of extra grocieries and empty boxes that blocked her view to the entrance of the store room.

Tammy was sure she could hear the breathing of someone else in the store room, but she tried to convince herself it was just her own nervous breath echoing through the cavernous room.

Then she heard something rattle and stir a little over 15 feet in front of her on the other side of the boxes and crates. "Just rats," Tammy told herself, gulping in fear.

Then it happened. Tammy recoiled in shock when she saw two tennis shoes shoot out horizontally from behind a pile of cardboard like two Nike clad jack in the boxes.

Tammy cowered slightly as she retreated and hid behind several crates about 20 feet from where the two tennis shoes had shot out from. Holding her hand to her chest, trying to calm her heart, Tammy was clueless as to what was blocking her only escape route from the store room.

Jumping behind the sturdy cardboard barrier as if she was an infintryman trying to escape a hail of gunfire, Tammy had to lower her hands down to her knees to keep them from shaking together.

Holding her breath as she looked on, the only sounds Tammy could hear were the sporatic breaths of one or more people about 20 feet in front of her and the dull, incessant hum of the overhead warehouse fan.

"Shit," Tammy murmured, realizing she was now stuck there until either whoever was getting thier rocks off in front of her finished what they were doing or someone else came into the storeroom and broke it up.

Seeing the way the tops of the white tennis shoes poked out from the edge of the boxes, Tammy's first inclination was that one of the girls working the nightshift had decided to come to the back room at that late hour to get some personal jollies on company time.

As she knelt there, focusing her glaring intent ever deeper on the confused site in front of her, suddenly Tammy was sure she heard two sets of voices breathing heavily.

"Ohhhh... fuckin'... Christsakes, "Tammy cursed as the reality of what may be happening smacked her bluntly.

Just then, Tammy saw the rear end of someone's ruffled up jeans spring out from the cover of the boxes, showing itself momentarily before piledriving back forward, out of sight. Tammy put her hand up to her mouth, breathless from what she witnessed.

When the hips of that person lurched backwards again, Tammy could clearly see that the exposed skin along the guy's waist and hips were as black as chocolate.

Her senses fully tuned in, Tammy also could tell that each time those black hips plowed forward, the sounds of the other heaving breath in the store room only moaned out louder. The tennis shoes belonging to that person were also still extended and jerking wildly, as if the possesser of them was being stabbed unmercifully.

Tammy watched hypnotically as those spasming feet raised slightly and then dug into the naked hips of the black man pistoning in and out of her from above. Tammy could also see the boxes that were surrounding the area start to shimmer and shake with ever increasing volatility as the breathing of the two participants reached a vicious creshendo.

Tammy's 36 year old legs strained horribly as she continued to kneel there hidden. Lowering herself as gently as she could onto the dirty concrete floor, she nervously stood there on her knees watching the brief but intense sexual interlude come to a crashing conclusion.

"OHHHHGGGAAAWDDDDDD," "SSSHHIIIITTTT,", """FFFUUUCCCKKINGGGGG.....GGGODDDDAAAMMNNNNNNN," "MMMPPPPHHHHHAAAAAHHHHH," both raspy voices groaned in unmistakably vivid and real sexual release, sighing in a duet of carnal explosion.

Her head pounding and her heart racing, Tammy looked on with numb fascination as the girl's tennis shoes shot high into the air as if they were needles on a compass. Continuing to brutally fuck the girl senseless, Tammy could hear the black boy groan mightily as well as his orgasm continued to roar through him.

As both of their delirious states gradually subsided, Tammy watched as the girl's feet steadily drifted back to Earth, the power of gravity finally overtaking her physical gratification.

A few moments later, the man that was on top of the girl stood back up and into Tammy's clear view. The middle aged married woman's eyes widened graphically as she watched the imposing black teenager fish his still half erect spear into his hand and nonchalantly deposit it back into the unzipped fly of his loose fitting, baggy jeans.

Right after that, the girl he was so forcefully fucking stood back up as well and tried balancing herself on her woozy, chubby legs. It was in fact Staci Simmons, the 18 year old daughter of the girl Tammy had once gone to high school with.

Both kids quickly checked each other's clothes to make sure they were back on straight and then side by side they headed out of the store room as if nothing had ever happened.

Tammy was too numb to initally move, waiting there and counting to 100 in her head instead, before she dared pull herself up and exit the storeroom.

Once she was finally able to move, she methodically made her way up the narrow path between the crates and boxes. Tammy couldn't help but steal a glance at the small covey that the two young lovers had foraged out to do their sick, primal deed as she walked by.

Pushing the swinging door to the store room open cautiously, Tammy made her way back out into the main area of the Food Lion sales floor, weaving tediously through the isles, trying to avoid making any eye contact with anyone who might have known she was back there.

Once she finally reached the front of the store, Tammy politly handed Darlene the box of ribbon that she had set out for 15 minutes earlier.

"Take you a while to find it ,Tammy?" Darlene asked sweetly.

"Yeah..pretty big mess back there...have a good night Darlene," Tammy replied matter of factly as she headed to the office to clock out so she could finally go home and rest after such a long, mind numbing day.

Part 2 coming soon Thanks for Reading



Under the Flag Ch. 2



The time it took for Tammy Scroggins to leave the Food Lion parking lot and arrive safely back home had been a complete blur. Somehow she had navigated herself home despite the fact that both her feet and hands were numb and her head was swimming in the confusion of the night's events.

Sitting in the parked minivan, directly under the same basketball hoop where her oldest son, Brian, had been shooting baskets with his black friend 6 hours earlier, Tammy tried collecting her thoughts as she finally accepted the fact that she had actually seen a black person and a white person have sex right in front of her.

Suddenly, Tammy dropped her hands down hard on the steering wheel, almost as if to say, "Dammitt, I give up!! This day has just been too much for me." She knew with unmittagated certainty that what she had witnessed in the Food Lion storeroom would be something she could never tell anyone about. It would be Tammy's personal cross to bear everytime she set foot in that place and had to look at Staci Simmons or that boy Staci had allowed to use her in that way.

The entire trip home Tammy had replayed her brief voyueristic encounter in her head, wishing that there was some way she could have deleted the entire fiasco from her memory.

Still, something struck her with intangibly sick fascination that she kept coming back to. It was the first time since she could remember that the sounds of a woman crying out in orgasmic release filled her ears. Tammy couldn't remember the last time she, or anyone else for that matter, sounded that...'fulfilled".

The grunting sounds that the young man Staci was with made as he came was old hat for Tammy. It was just like the sound her husband made when he came inside of her during their ritualistic bouts of one sided love making. What kept popping up in Tammy's consciousness was the voice of that young woman, despite the fact Tammy considered the girl pure white trash, experiencing the ultimate release.

Tammy purposefully tried repressing the fact that it was a teenage black thug that was causing the young woman to make those noises, but like a record player skipping over and over, the sounds of Staci's desperate sighes of pleasure tortured the middle aged white woman endlessly.

Gathering her stuff from the van, Tammy slowly made her way out of the vehicle and locked the door behind her. Trudging up the walkway to the front door, Tammy could feel the lightning bug like shimmer of heat tingling between her thighs as she entered the house.

Looking around at her silent surroundings, Tammy was thankful it appeared everyone had retired to their bedrooms despite the fact that it was only a few minutes after 10pm. As she climbed the stairs, fighting off her unrelenting fatigue, part of Tammy's pysche still whispered meekly to her, "Maybe Carl's still up."

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Of all the nights for her husband to have fallen asleep early, that night had to be it. Sneaking quietly into her bedroom and closing the door behind her, Tammy slowly undressed, part of her wishing Carl would notice she was home, invite her over, and show her his way of appreciating her. Anything to put out the slow burn that had suddenly turned wicked between her legs.

Once she got ot the point however where she was standing over the bed, completly naked, and all Carl did was to continue snoring with his mug smashed into the pillow, Tammy gave up and reached for her nightshirt, anxious herself to crawl into bed and put the stressful day behind her.

45 minutes after she snuggled under the covers, Tammy was finally able to let her drowsiness overtake her, falling asleep with both hands strategically wedged right between her crotch in a modified fetal position .

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Just like her own personal "Groundhog Day", Tammy Scroggins's bedside alarm went off at precisly two minutes until six.

Dragging herself out of bed once again and making her way into the bathroom to begin the same sloppy routine she had done for every weekday morning since she could remember, Tammy blindly turned on the sizzling water of the shower and waited for the heated spray to cast the whole room in a mystical fog.

Staring at her murky image in the mirror, she saw the hints in her eyes of a unrealized purpose she still hadn't fully admitted to.

Turning back the heavy shower curtain and stepping under the cascading jets of water, Tammy quickly lathered herself up and washed off as if she had something unmentionable to do while she had that fleeting moment of privacy.

Feeling the glorious sensation of the hot water loosening her joints, Tammy teased her body tenderly, trying to work up the courage to do what she had longed to do during the dreams she had just awoke from.

Blindly reaching out, as if a force greater than her was in control, the first thing Tammy wrapped her hand around was the 8 inch Herbal Essence Shampoo bottle, sitting half full, on the shower shelf.

Slowly easing the tubular girth down the front of her chest, between her cleavage and finally over her trim belly until it dipped below her waistline, Tammy clenched her eyes shut, letting her instincts take over.

Just as she rocked her head back, savoring the languid spray of the hot water soaking her body, the tip of the shampoo bottle collided with her freshly shaved pussy.

"GOSSSHHH...," Tammy sighed out loud, under the loud whoosh of the water.

"YYYEEESSSSSS," She moaned even louder as her right hand worked the phallic implement up and down her exposed, pink slit.

Tammy felt her ears pop as the humidity and barometric pressure inside the sultry bathroom brazenly effected her body.

"GGGAAAWWWDDDD," Tammy moaned as her left shoulder collapsed against the slick side wall of the shower stall.

With her hips swirling rythemically and her knees shaking, Tammy fiendishly worked the fat end of the shampoo bottle up and down the puckered opening of her deprived sex.

With the shower stream smacking her directly in the face, causing her entire upper body to look as if it was standing like a statue underneath a waterfall, Tammy swore she could see the 'oh so far off light" of her pent up orgasm at the end of the tunnel, clearly behind her tightly shut eyes.

Not realizing just how unsteady she had become on the glazed floor, Tammy winced from surprise when both her knees collapsed solidly down onto the drenched platform of the shower. Kneeling now, Tammy was relentlees in pursuit of her long awaited, impending goal.

Her legs parted as she squated over top of the wide girth of the embedded shampoo bottle, Tammy subtly raised her hips up into the air as she held the shampoo bottle steady with her right hand, then delicatly, she lowered her weight all the way down on top of it.



Under the Flag Ch. 3



From 5 houses up the street, Jahon sat in his leased Trooper with Kelly beside him in the passenger seat, watching the Scroggins's front door through the rear view mirror.

A few moments earlier, Kelly had quickly jumped out of the vehicle and knocked on Tammy's front door, dropping the envelope on the welcome mat in the process, before darting back to the Trooper and easing up the street with Jahon to watch as Tammy came out to see who knocked.

Just as Jahon slipped the transmission into park, Tammy Scroggins emerged from the house, swinging the door open curiously as she stood there in nothing but her black terrycloth robe. Both mens' sexual radars went up immediatly when they saw Tammy pop out of the house and bend over to pick up the large envelope.

Tammy's long blonde hair clung slinkily to her shoulders and both boys licked their lips suggestively at the striking contrast of Tammy's pale white upper thighs underneath the solid black robe.

"Bitch looks good in black, Dawg," Jahon gleamed.

"Damn right," Kelly replied, neither of them believing what they were on the verge of.

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At 6:30 that night, Tammy sat at the dinner table staring straight at the old fashioned grandfather clock ticking away in the corner of the room.

Both her husband and her two boys gave her quite a strange and curious look as they slowly went about eating their hot pizza.

Roger and Brian were in heaven eating the pipping hot Pizza Hut home delivery, but Carl Scroggins was a little more disappointed in the night's menu. Looking down at the slice on his plate, Carl fumed internally. Knowing that today was Tammy's only weekday off from work, he had naturally assumed she would have spent all day putting together a really special home cooked meal. What he came home to was dorm food and he wasn't at all happy about it.

Tammy knew Carl would be pissed about the lack of effort that went into dinner, but after receiving the package that was now safely hidden underneath the sofa, Tammy just couldn't focus her attention on anything long enough to actually do a dinner from scratch. As she sat there trying to eat a slice herself, her head became evermore scrambled with each tick the clock made towards 7pm.

There were several times that afternoon, before Carl and the kids had gotten home, that Tammy had been tempted to call the police and seek out their help. Rehearsing her story to the cops in her head, Tammy knew there would be no way to logically go through with that idea without totally embarassing herself.

As the 7pm deadline neared and her family all arrived home safely and waited for dinner, Tammy knew she couldn't lie well enough to get out of the house at dinner time and face whatever demons that had instigated her burgeoning nightmare.

Watching as the clock ticked to 7, Tammy exhaled a deep breath and started to clean up the dirty dishes littering the table.

"Maybe it all was a hoax?" Tammy tried being firm and rational with herself. "Still, how did they get MY pictures ...and... WHY..."

After getting the kitchen straightened, Tammy quietly grabbed a fifth of rum and disappeared downstairs with a novel in hand. By 9 o'clock, pressed severly from the conflicting emotions of the day, Tammy fell asleep on the basement sofa.

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Two days passed without incident and Tammy finally started to breath comfortably again. With Sunday coming up, Tammy planned on hopefully putting the entire week of travails behind her. Eventhough Sunday , in a lot of ways, was her most stressful day of the week she treasured the chance to sleep in just a little longer.

Once awake however, she'd have to fight the kids to get ready for church, fix a light breakfast, then head off to church where she had to help out with the sunday school first, then sit through the entire service and afterwards help out with the greeting committee that inducted new members into the parrish. After all that was done, Tammy usually had to hurry home and fix the Sunday dinner.

Thankfully, there was to be some relief this particular Sunday because Tammy had to work at the grociery store from 1 until 5. After hurrying home to take a quick shower and grab her work clothes, Tammy headed to the Food Lion, leaving Carl and the boys to some Sunday male bonding.

Arriving at work with about 10 minutes to spare, Tammy rushed through the doors and quickly made her way to the bathroom to change into her uniform.

Hurriedly rushing through the store, Tammy couldn't help but get a strange and eerie feeling as she greeted several of her co-workers. Every person she said "hello" to almost automatically lowered their eyes and tried not to engage her. In her haste to go get dressed, Tammy just assumed the shift manager had lit into everyone earlier in the day for too much scoializing and now they were just trying to be good soldiers.

Tammy had no clue that the reason for everyones' ackward reaction to her was much more personal.

After changing in the bathroom, Tammy headed out to the office to clock in and get her register till. As she neared the glass cubicle where the shift manager would give her the assigment for the day, Tammy slipped past the small bulletin board where employees and customers could post notes ranging from yard sale announcements to buy and trade notices.

Hurried to clock in on time, Tammy passed the board with only a fleeting glance until she was about 3 steps by it. Something horrible suddenly clicked inside Tammy's head and she stopped dead in her tracks.

Everything around Tammy felt as if it grinded to a frozen halt as most of the employees in the store stared at her as she turned slowly back towards the bulletin board.

What she saw when she turned back and faced the board was a series of composite pictures that had been copied and posted crudely with thumbtacks for everyone in the store to see.

Tammy shuddered seeing that they were the same stolen pictures of her from years earlier that she had been threatened with a few days before. There were at least eight pictures up there and with each new one Tammy cringed seeing herself being blatantly playful and salacious for the camera.

Feeling like she was going to throw up, Tammy desperatly tried making her feet move as the pinpoint laserlike stares of her co-workers branded her indeliably.

Snapping in a moment of tortured insanity, Tammy reached up and tore as many of the polariod copies down as she could with two rips of her hand, causing almost everything else posted on the baord to come crashing down to the floor as well. Grabbing as many of the pictures of herself as she could, Tammy cried profusely as she left the store, wounded in shame.

Knowing she could never go back inside that store and that her job was effectivly over, Tammy rushed thorugh the parking lot with her hands over her face and jumped into the family van as dozens of onlookers curiously gawked. Back in the sanctuary of her vehicle, Tammy put her head down on the steering wheel and sobbed 30 minutes trying to think of who could have been so cruel to do such a thing.

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For the second time that week, Tammy had left the Food Lion lot with her mind in a desperatly clouded fog. Once she was able to finally gather herself enough to turn the ignition and leave, Tammy realized that she probably shouldn't go home first. There would be the nasty reality of having to explain to her family that she had lost her job and the streaks of her tears etched across her face also wouldn't make the best impression either.

Deciding to wander around for a while, Tammy found herself driving to a park on the other side of town to collect herself for a few hours while she tried thinking of an excuse while she quit and perhaps even who could have set her up in such a dispicable way.

Looking down at the balled up polariod copies that she had ripped off the wall sitting in the passenger seat, Tammy's stomach knotted up realizing that the real ones were still floating around out there in Lord knows who's hands.

Once she reached the out of the way park, Tammy eased the van into a parking space that was hidden from the main road and just sat there fuming for an hour and a half.

The time alone had been fruitless in trying to come up with a suspect behind the picture ordeal but Tammy did take some solice in the fact that she was able to come up with a plausable excuse for quitting her job. Tammy knew how upset Carl got when she had to go in and work nights, so she figured she would lie and tell him that the management at the store had insisted on her switching to nightshift and that she had bravely refused. Figuring Carl might be upset about the loss of income, he would certainly appreciate the fact that there would be someone home everynight to fix dinner.

After stopping by a gas station on the way home to clean herself up, Tammy finally went back to the house to break the bad news.

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Tammy spent the better part of the next day fighting off the snipping teeth of depression. The morning paper sat on the coffee table in front of her, begging to be opened to the help wanted pages so she might quickly get back on her feet and find a new job.

Part of her knew she could probably still go back to Food Lion and get her old job back if she explained to the manager about the embarrassment she felt after seeing half naked pictures of herself posted for everyone to see. Still, with Carl and the kids buying the shift change excuse the night before, Tammy figured that bridge was now completly burned.

The job hunt could wait another day or two, Tammy finally told herself as she mustered the energy to at least start on some of her house chores. Pulling her tired ass off the sofa, Tammy started out of the living room with the intention of rounding up a few loads of dirty laundry. Just as she was to start her way up the stairs to everyone's bedroom, the phone suddenly rang.

Stopping cold in her tracks, Tammy felt her heart lodge in her throat." Calm...down," a rational voice implored her internally.

Turning around to get the phone, Tammy scolded herself for overreacting so much to the simple sound of the phone ringing.

Taking a protracted deep breath as she waited for it to ring once more, Tammy finally reached out and took the phone from its hook.

"Hello," She answered confidentally.

There was nothing but the sound of breathing on the other end so now more nervously, Tammy greeted the caller again. "Hello...who is this? " she begged sheepishly.

"Who is this...HUH?" The gruff muffled voice on the other end replied. "You obviously showed you don't know how to take a hint Bitch by not showing up at the bridge the other night...are you really that stupid ...Tammy?"

"Wh...wh..who are you?" Tammy cringed, feeling herself descending into madness.

The male voice on the other end simply remained silent.

Holding the receiver in a death grip, Tammy again tried begging for an answer. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"HAHAHAHA...we haven't done nuthin' yet! You didn't see the need to heed our warnings the first time did you and you saw what happened..you think everybody at that store liked seeing you up there half naked?" The voice cruelly asked.

Tammy leaned backwards, her shoulders and back slumping against the wall when she heard that. The support of the wall was the only thing that kept her from falling down as she now listened intently to the chilling voice on the other end, realizing that whoever it was doing this wasn't playing any games.

"What..do..you..want?" Tammy asked soberly.

After a pregnant pause, the male voice took on an aire of biting confidence. "Get in your car ...RIGHT NOW...and drive downtown to the bookstore on the corner of 11th and Market. Go inside and ask for room number 2."

"What.. ," Tammy nervously shivered. "I don't even know where that..."

"FIND IT!!", He interrupted rudely, " Or maybe a few of those pictures will show up at your husband's office...maybe even on the activities board where both your kids go to school. How do you think those precious little boys would feel if they had to see their Momma posing like a slut for the whole school to see?"

"You can't...," Tammy started to plead before the phone connection was abruptly ended when the man on the other end hung up on her.

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Thirty minutes later, Tammy found herself driving down Market Street, heading to some bookstore that the voice on the phone had basically given her no choice to go to. Her slick and sweaty palms wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, Tammy tried keeping her wits as city block after city block whizzed by.

Slowing down for a stoplight, Tammy anxiously waited for a green, feeling her world starting to close in on her. In the silence of her minivan, Tammy couldn't help but hear the echos of that cruel male voice on the phone talking so viciously to her, telling her with unquestioned certainty that if she didn't comply, Tammy would have to face having her reputation irrevocably ruined both at her husband's place of employment and at her childrens' school.

Goosebumps covered her body as the sound of that voice played over and over in her head. Tapping the gas when the light turned green Tammy continued her deseperate drive downtown to make whatever deal she could to preserve her life as she knew it.

With every city block she passed heading into the bowels of downtown, Tammy could see the standard of living around her get progressivly worse.

On each street corner she passed, the amount of drugged out prostitutes, dealers, stoners and homeless urchins Tammy saw seemed to multiply the closer she got to 11th Street.

Her white knuckles now straining on the steering wheel, Tammy sick feelings only intensified as she neared her destination.

Stopping at the traffic light at the intersection of 12th street, Tammy pensivly looked one block up and saw for the first time where the man had ordered her to go.

Tammy's first inkling of the place she had been ordered to go, one that she had been engrained with since childhood was that the concept of a bookstore meant a BOOK store. What she saw ahead of her was a place called Delph's World of Adult Entertainment. The implication of that made Tammy Scroggin's feel as if her insides had been turned into a slurpee.

"You gotta turn back," an internal voice begged.

"...And do what," Tammy said out loud to herself.

Pulling the family van into a street side parking space, Tammy hestitantly got out, clutching her purse tightly and went to deposit 50 cents into the graffiti laden meter.

Her hands were shaking so intensly however, all she managed to accomplish was dropping the quarters on the sidewalk below.

Bending over to pick up the scattered change, Tammy couldn't help but notice and feel the weighty, heated stares of all the riffraff surrounding her on the corner.

The stares were insistant and focused. Sensing she was completly out of her environment, Tammy inherantly understod how out of place she appeared. A middle aged blonde white woman dressed in a nice sweater and clean blue jeans driving a vehicle usually reserved for suburban moms didn't readily make appearances in that part of town.

With the quarters finally in the parking meter, Tammy was left with nothing else to do but turn and stare at the forebodding presense of the ramshackled building that housed Delph's adult bookstore. Everyone assembled on the street around her seemed to come to a standstill, watching to see what this strange, out of place, woman was going to do.

Tammy could hear the muffled voices chuckle knowingly as she started to slowly walk in the general direction of the seedy bookstore.

Reaching out to grab the grimy handle of Delph's front door, Tammy had to dodge several of the winos that caroused in front of the entrance. Saying a private prayer to God, hoping for forgiveness for whatever she was about to do, Tammy walked into the shady establishment and descended into the cesspool of filth.

The first thing to strike Tammy as she entered the store was the overwhelming stench of cigarette smoke and incense from the drug paraphinallia on sale there. Tammy felt her lungs start to burn in reaction to the sullied air as she tightened the fit of her dark sunglasses on her temples. Dropping her chin down to her chest in an attempt to conceal her identity, Tammy nervously jumped when the door closed with a whoosh behind her.

Hearing the bell above the door to his business ring, the greasy looking man with a cigar in his mouth behind the cash register looked up to acknowledge the new customer. Right as he looked up, so too did the other half dozen or so men browsing around the place.

"Oh ...my...God..I'm gonna throw up,"Tammy moaned to herself, feeling the lurid and burning stares of the perverted men gawking at her.

Tammy's instincts were correct. Each man that had stopped browsing through Delph's erotic inventory to look at her did in fact get a stiffer erection in their pants after feasting their eyes on the petite blonde that had just walked through the doors as if she was lost, looking as out of place as a surfboard in Switzerland.

Tammy's eyes drifted across the room behind her tinted sunglasses, trying to determine if any of the men looking her over were the ones behind her last 3 days of Hell.

"Can I help you lady..ma'am..ma'am..may I help you?" Delph, the proprietor behind the register counter, casually asked trying to get Tammy's attention.

Finally, Tammy was stirred from her fear induced trance and turned towards the pudgy owner of the establishment. "UUHH..well.. aaahhh..mmmm..uuummmm," Tammy started until her tongue froze up.

"Are you sure you're in the right place ma'am..you really don't look like you belong down here?" Delph said truthfully.

Feeling an itchy red rash crop up on her chest and neck, Tammy pitterpatted her feet softly in place until her tongue caught up with her brain. "I'm..ahh..kinda..ahh..looking for room #2."

"OHHH," The owner replied, his eyes lighting up at the realization that the special customer he was to be on the lookout for had finally arrived. "It's right down that hall ma'am..second door on the left..just walk on in and lock the door behind you. If you have any questions I'd be glad to answer them. By the way..the half hour has already been paid for."

Tammy felt her legs quake and tremor as the obese man behind the counter politely pointed her to her destination as if he had been expecting her.

"Who...," Tammy started to ask before seeing the look of reproach in the man's face, telling her silently that particular question wouldn't be one that got answered.

Turning towards the main sales floor, Tammy felt like a turtle trying to hide underneath its shell as she walked the gauntlet of salivating men that led to the hall where room #2 was located.

Trying her best to ignore the pornographic filth and pungent scent that surrounded her, the first thing Tammy told herself she'd do when she got home was to take an extremly long and cleansing shower to remove the disgusting aroma that the place was bathing her in. Little did she know however, the shower would be more neccassary than she'd ever imagine.

As she disappeared down the dimly lit hallway, Tammy could feel her tennis shoes have to fight to walk across the shop's sticky crusted floor. It felt a little like soda does when its spilt and left to dry, but the all knowing voice inside Tammy's head told her it probably wasn't Pepsi making her shoes cling to the carpet.

Her head swimming, Tammy hestitantly came up to the door simply marked room #2 . Feeling as if she might pass out from her delerium, the only thing that kept Tammy from blacking out on the spot was the horrible embarrassment that would come if she had to be taken out of an adult bookstore on a stretcher and put into an ambulance. Grinding her teeth together and trying to convince herself to be brave, Tammy bit her lower lip and mustered every last bit of courage she had before reaching for the crusted and stained doorknob in front of her.




Under the Flag Ch. 3



Pushing the door open cautiously, Tammy immediatly saw the room was bathed in complete darkness.

Tammy could feel her heart pound in her chest as she nervously poked her head in. Instinctivly reaching for the light switch on the side wall, Tammy swiped her hand up and down three times until she finally hit the switch.

The light from the single 30 watt bulb wasn't much as it illuminated the room, but it was enough to give Tammy a clearer picture of her disgusting surroundings. Taking her sunglasses off and tucking them into her purse, Tammy made her way into the room that was no more the size of a walk in closet.

The claustrophobic quality of the room immediatly gave Tammy a feeling she had never experienced before. With her now exposed eyes burning from the lingering presense of cigarette smoke, Tammy curiously looked around her cramped quarters to determine what she had, in fact, been invited into.

There was no furniture whatseoever in the room. No carpet or pictures either, just 4 paint peeled walls, a jerryrigged ceiling and a putrid stained floor. There was one old and smudged up mirror hanging on the wall to Tammy's left, but she quickly diverted her eyes, scared to death to have to see herself in such a environment.

As she darted her eyes across the 10 X 10 foot room, Tammy's gaze locked onto a very unusual feature to her left.

There was a tennis ball sized round hole cut into the wall, looking similiar to what a plumbing line might look before a sink is attached to a wall. Racking her brain, attempting to formulate a reason for the presense of that lone hole, Tammy suddenly discovered exactly what it was there for.

To Tammy's petrified horror, the shrouded and uncircmsized head of a very black penis jutted out from the hole in the wall like a curious snake seeking out its prey. Tammy watched with sickened shock as the slithering girth inched out until it stood majestically erect through the round opening.

Tammy felt as if someone had just connected with a sledgehammer to her gut as the center of her gravity gave way.

"What the Hell have I gotten myself into?" Tammy mouthed to herself as the one eyed ebony phallus seemed to glare at her wantonly.

Feeling her dizzyness intensify, the same voice from the phone call earlier broke through Tammy's dense mental fog.

"GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW YOU PATHETIC WHITE BITCH AND SUCK MY DICK ...NOW!" Kelly ordered through the wall.

"Oh.. No...," Tammy whispered as if she was a helpless child.

"I SAID NOW!!", the intense voice snarled. "You don't want those pictures of your's to show up at anymore embarrassing places ...do you?"

"I can't..I can't..I just can't," Tammy cried as she heard at least two bodies stirring on the other side of the wall.

"Is that your final answer Bitch?" Kelly coldly asked.

"You have to Tammy...you don't have a choice," her innermost voice told her as her glazed eyes fixated on the bobbing mass of human flesh that seethed in front of her.

"Get over here and suck my dick you whimpering piece of trash," Kelly ordered again, his voice clearly showing his impatience.

Tammy's entire sense of self crumbled to nothing more than charred remains as she put her hands to her mouth to contain her gasps of disgust. A moment later her feet robotically started towards the hole in the wall.

The size of the black log jutting out from that hole increased with every step Tammy took closer. Kelly's cock almost looked bestial in the way the foreskin cloaked its veiny length and as she got closer to it, Tammy couldn't help but feel the radiant heat it was casting out.

"Does it look like you always dreamed a black cock would Tammy?" Kelly's voice mocked from the other side of the wall. "Does it scare you Bitch...how does that fear feel in your belly, Cunt?"

Tammy's first impulse was to turn and run as fast as she could out of the room and scream for help. Then the reality that she was not in her own world and had no clue where to even go to get help. Looking straight ahead at the throbbing black cock waiting to be sucked, Tammy saw her only path to preservation.

Knowing the possessor of that cock had the ability to completly ruin her life, before she knew it, she was leaning in forward to do the thing she had swore on her mother's and father's grave that she would never do, touch a black man sexually.

Her mouth dry from fear, Tammy tried making a last desperate plea but nothing except a raspy burp seeped from her mouth.

Bending her back as far as she could, Tammy still couldn't manage to get a good angle on the pipelike spear. Looking like an apprehensive cat sizing up a dangerous toy, the middle aged wife cocked her head sideways and surveyed for the best way to go about her sickening chore.

Tammy acted like a scared child at the end of a diving board that towered over the deepest part of the pool as she prepared to open her mouth and submit to the black teenager's order.

Realizing she couldn't properly do the deed standing up, Tammy was forced to add to her debasment by having to lower herself to her trembling knees and support herself on the same stained spot on the floor where hundreds of other woman had submitted over the past 10 years.

With Kelly's glistening peehole right at her eye level, Tammy clenched her eyes shut and guided her slightly parted mouth forward.

Tammy tried holding her breath in a desperate attempt to block out Kelly's aroused primal masculine scent, but all that served to do was make her more woozy than she already was.

She felt her stomach turn when her chaped lips smacked against the rubbery, helmet shaped head of Kelly's pride and joy. Her mouth however was nowhere near open enough to accept the boy's straining dick.

"Open wider Bitch...your gonna have to stretch those lips further Baby to let this black snake in!" Kelly taunted.

Feeling eerily as if she was at a dentist's office being ordered to open wider, Tammy strained her cheekbones and lips further apart allowing Kelly's throbbing girth to slid heavily over her bottom row of teeth.

Tammy swallowed awkwardly as the ebony giant pressed deeper in her mouth, giving Tammy the first bitter taste of Kelly's salty precum as it drifted down her gullet.

"Damn Bitch...your mouth's dry..what are ya...scared or somethin'...ain't nothin' gonna happen to you if you do what we say," Kelly snarled playfully. "You better work some spit up on that cock Slut..get it nice and wet before it soaks you!

Kneeling on the floor, wincing each time Kelly's cock slammed against the back of her throat, Tammy had to fight her natural resistance to let go, paying special attention to keeping his black dick snugly held between her lips.

She could clearly hear Kelly's massive grunts of pleasure from the other side of the wall as well as his knees knocking the wall rythemically just to Tammy's right and left.

"Come on Lady...don't just hold that dick in your mouth...I TOLD YOU TO SUCK IT AND LICK IT BITCH...COME ON... ", Kelly ordered," FUCK THAT COCK WITH YOUR FACE, SLUT!"

A small tear drop slipped out of Tammy's left eye as Kelly's scathing words rained down on her.

Feeling the texture of every rippled vein encirling the brazen stud's manmeat, Tammy did her best to tighten her oral grip as she had been instructed.

"There you go Tammy...that's the way to wrap your mouth around a black man's cock..now come on Bitch..fuck it ...fuck it with your mouth," Kelly spat through the wall as his dick rythemically seesawed in and out of the white woman's gaping mouth.

Absolutly loving the way Tammy's tongue and pearly white teeth felt sliding along the underside of his jock as he cruelly injected it into her gullet, Kelly looked over at his friend Jahon, who was stroking his own cock through his unbuttoned jeans, and told him that his turn was coming soon.

"Come on Kelly...Fill that Bitch's mouth up and make her choke on your cum ,Dawg..." Jahon said approvingly, pumping his cock steadily to keep it hard for his impending opportunity.

Kelly then extended both arms outwards and placed his hands flat against the wall as he sadistically thrusted his hips forward, stabbing his dick straight down Tammy's overwhelmed mouth.

"GOONNNAAAA...CCCCUUMMMMMM," Kelly shouted as he face contorted wildly. Looking as if a fuse had exploded in his brain, Kelly's head spastically bucked back and forth as he felt his sizzling seminal soup rush from his balls, down his mighty shaft and then directly into the white woman's dumbstruck mouth.

The jism stream Kelly's cock pumped out accelerated as it neared release before exploding forcefully into Tammy's parched mouth, causing the helpless woman to wretch uncontrollably. Instinctively pulling her mouth off of the boy's spasming black pipe, Tammy suddenly heard him yell from the other side of the wall.

"DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT TAKING YOUR MOUTH OFF MY JOCK...SWALLOW IT ALL YOU LITTLE CUNT!!'"

Placing her hands on her knees to help keep her balance as she was forced to injest every last bit of Kelly's creamy cum, Tammy was forced to breath out of her flarred nostrils as Kelly's seed flooded her throat.

After what seemed like an eternity, Kelly's pistoning joint slowly wound down and deflated enough so that it slipped from Tammy's mouth, leaving a messy trail of cum swinging between the head of his cock and her quivering lips.

Shrinking ever so gradually, Kelly's cock eventually slithered back through wall and disappeared to the other side.

Finally able to breathe normally again, Tammy wretched as soon as she felt the cum drifting down her esophogus start to seep into her empty belly. Thinking her chore was done, Tammy tried gathering herself to stand up and get the Hell out of the place. Before she could even make an effort to do that however, another equally as imposing chunk of manhood burst through the hole in the wall, jonesing to be relieved.

"Don't even think your done yet Tammy!" Jahon taunted her from across the wall. "You're only half done Slut..so gets that greasy mouth of your's open, sit back down and finish your job..."

Her throat already sore from the intense assault she had just been put through, Tammy slumped back down obediantly and stared directly at Jahon's beckoning phallus. Tammy's pale face glistened under the dim light, the frosted hue of Kelly's leftover cum shining across her face as she tried to breath in a fresh dose of oxygen before starting on cock number two.

Jahon stood on the other side, legs spread wide as his short curly pubic hair grinded against the wall anticipating Tammy's sticky mouth closing around his cock.

"Hurry up now Bitch..I ain't waitin' all day..get your mouth around my fuckin' dick and suck it dry before me and my friend come over there and fuck your little white ass until you cry!" Jahon brutally ordered.

A moment later, Jahon felt the tentative pitterpats of Tammy's quivering lips surround his meaty erection.

"Thattttssss...it Lady...show me what that little slut mouth of yours can do," Jahon smiled wickedly. "Think about how hard its gonna be to fall asleep beside your miserable shitface husband tonight after doing what you did this afternoon! That's right ...suck that black dick hard..COME ON...You won't be able to sleep tonight tastin' all this cum in your mouth..don't matter how many times you brush your teeth Tammy...that taste is still gonna be there!"

A long trail of bitter salty tears streamed from Tammy's blue eyes as Jahon and Kelly crudely talked smack to her while she knelt there performing fallactio. Hearing every sadistic word they said, Tammy had to fight the urge to open her mouth all the way and savagly bite down on Jahon's dick, leaving it nothing more than a bloody pulp. Tammy restrained herself from the temptation however, knowing the consequences for doing such a thing would be extremely grave.

Awkwardly working her mouth back and forth around Jahon's wrist thick log, Tammy could feel the monster jerk and pulse on her tongue until it too, like Kelly's, started spitting its frothy ejaculate deep down her throat.

"UUGGHH...GGGAAAGGGG..AAAHHHDDD," Tammy garbled, on the verge of blacking out from oxygen deprivation.

Shooting her head backwards in an attempt to breath, Tammy could hear Jahon moan repeatedly in the other room as his torrential cum supply messily washed over her.

Trying desperatluy to inhale, Tammy was helpless but to accept wave after wave of the pent up lust that streamed from Jahon's flarred peehole as it rained down over her face and chest. The beautiful sweater her husband had bought her a few years earlier for her birthday was now caked and covered with the 18 year old black boy's potent lust.

Closing her eyes tightly to shield herself from the brunt of the shower, Tammy could feel the scalding droplets of Jahon's cum as it dribbled down on her face, neck and throat. Forcing herself to hide in her self imposed darkness until the downpour ebbed, Tammy peeked her eyes open slightly just in time to see Jahon pull his spent cock back through the hole.

Sitting there on her knees, looking like a filthy mess, Tammy could hear both boys across the wall laugh and joke as they got dressed. Rubbing her left arm across her face to clear the accumulated remnants of both boys' orgasm from her mouth and nose, Tammy ended up smearing more cum into the fabric of her expensive sweater.

"What do I do now?" Tammy asked herself numbly.

"Just go home...please... Tammy...just ..go...home," her inner child replied soothingly.

"Please God...let it be over," Tammy whispered to herself, still kneeling there for several moments as if she was waiting to be told to go.

Unbenounced to Tammy, Jahon and Kelly had already snuck out of the back door and left before she had even gotten back to her feet.

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Unfortunatly for Tammy, she didn't have a clue where the back door to Delph's was. After finally gathering her will, Tammy meekly exited through the door to room #2. Taking step after tentative step back up the hall to the main store area, Tammy was devastated to see every single sleazy preverted man that had saw her go into the glory hole room had patiently waited in the store and gathered collectivly to watch as she emerged from her Hellish cell. Tammy could see in their eyes that they all knew exactly what went on in that room and as the realization hit her that she had forgotten to put her dark sunglasses back on, now every man in the place would easily recognize her the next time they saw her on the street.

Making a desperate run for the door to vacate the premises, Tammy clumsily tried covering her face, in the process tripping over several shelves as she hurried out into the light of day.

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Back at Jahon and Kelly's apartment a few hours later, the boys sat around the living room, drinking 40's of malt liquor and reliving their unbelievably productive afternoon.

"Wouldn't you have just loved to see her face when she saw our cocks burst through that hole?" Jahon laughed.

"Yeah Dawg..sittin' there on her knees..can you imagine all the things that ran through her head..knowing she only had one choice and that was to stuff her face with our jocks," Kelly replied.

"Hahahaha," Both boys giddily let loose.

"Think we should still just post those pics at her husband's office...just for spite?" Jahon asked seriously.

"Nahhh..we got her right where we want her. If she sees we will keep our promises..then she's our little trained ho..as long as we have those pictures we still hold all the cards," Kelly beamed gleefully.

"So what do we do with her now?" Jahon inquired.

"You really wanna see what the Bitch looked like in that room on her knees this afternoon while she sucked our dicks?" Kelly asked cryptically.

"...Whaddya mean?" Jahon slowly replied.

"The guy that runs the place..Delph...I 've done some business with him runnin' some numbers in the past," Kelly started. "He's always willin' to help out a brotha, besides he owes me a favor or two."

"Uh..huh, " Jahon nodded between sips of his 40.

"Anyway..they got these hidden cameras in all the rooms for security. I told him who to be expecting and he said he would save us a copy of the tape from the Bitch's glory hole experience today."

"Noooo...shhhiiitttt!" Jahon sighed as he sat up. "DAMN... when can we see it...looks like we do got all the cards..."



Under the Flag Ch. 4



Tammy wasn't the only member of her family that happened to be summoned to downtown Montgomary that fateful afternoon. She knew her husband Carl had run up a few gambling debts from his Sunday afternoon football failures, but he had told Tammy that the total was only around $400.

In reality, the closer sum of Carl Scroggins's ignorance was approaching $4,000 and now his understanding and friendly bookie of the last four years was suddenly becoming a little more terse.

At approximatly the same time his wife of 17 years was helplessly rocking on her knees servicing a couple of black teenagers orally in an adult bookstore glory hole room, Carl Scroggins was about 4 blocks away at Shakey's bar and grill, on his knees in a way as well.

"I swear....I will get you guys your money...I'll do anything...anything...you know I'm good for it," Carl begged. "Its just that I'm in a bad rut right now."

"Rut, Scroggins..Hell..your in a Goddamn sinkhole, " Gage Giavoni, Carl's bookie, laughed. " I need at least half of it before the end of the week!"

Carl knew Giavoni's mandate was completly fair and Carl also inherantly understood that he did have a problem. That was just the way the game was played, but Carl also knew this cold hard fact, he only had about $500 in liquod cash at the moment to pay and that wasn't even close to what he needed.

"I can get you 500 by Friday Gabe..if you can wait a month or so..I can cash in a few CD's at the bank and have it all...come on," Carl groveled, "I get paid in 10 days too...I can come up with it."

"Five hundred..that's bullshit Scroggins.... Yeah..I'll take that but you'll need to come up with some collataral to make sure the rest is guaranteed," Gabe replied harshly.

A million bad thoughts darted through Carl's head as Giavoni's dark eyes glarred madly at him. "Whatever you do Gabe..just don't let my family find out," Carl pleaded.

"You're not gonna break my kneecaps are ya..huh," Carl tried to say with a touch of levity to lighten the mood in the room as he reached in his pocket for the $500 her had brought with him.

Giavoni simply looked back at Carl without verbally answering the implication of Carl's stab at humor, giving Carl a definate feeling of discomfort.

"Just give me the money you got on ya today and then follow me back to my office ...we got a little talkin' in private to do,"Giavoni said ominously as he took Carl's cash.

That declaration didn't sit well with Carl. They had just been sitting there in the bar talking for the past 30 minutes and now Gabe wanted Carl to follow him and his huge black bodyguard named Crash to the small office in the back of the establishment. Carl really didn't have the option of saying "no" however, so when Gabe and his 6 foot 6 inch and 300 pound bodyguard took off down the hall, all Carl could do was fall in line like a shy and timid lamb.

Carl followed the two men to the back where Gabe kept the modified cubicle that served as his on premises office. Feeling his knees shaking underneath his trousers, Crash cringed as Crash walked off to the side and waited for him to enter. As soon as Carl disappeared inside the room, Crash firmly closed the door, locking the three men inside.

Praying internally for his own safety, Carl watched as Gabe settled into his swiveling office chair and Crash take his customary postition behind Gabe's right shoulder.

Carl did feel a slight glimmer of optimism seeing that no guns, knives or impliments of torture were visible, but when Gabe started talking in a low hushed tone, every bit of postitive hope Carl had started to feel disappeared abruptly.

"Scroggins..I'm gonna be straight with you..Your pathetic ass is lucky I don't hurt ya right here," Gabe said matter fo factly.

His lips quivering, Carl felt his feet start to sink as if they were in quicksand, yet he remained silent.

"I know Carl...I know that I'm gonna get my money from you..never once had any doubt about it...no use to kill your scrawny ass though....dead men don't exactly pay off their debts," Giavoni said amiably.

"Phew.....," Carl gasped in relief before Gabe quickly interjected once again.

"But Carl......I do need some insurance.... you understand."

"Anything..anything....you name it, " Carl quickly replied, wiping a bead of sweat off his brow.

"You keep saying..'anything' Carl..it seems to me the only thing that really gets your attention is when you start worrying what your family might think about you...," Gabe hypothesized.

"Keep my family out of this...I swear I will..," Carl sighed defensivly.

"Calm down Big Daddy," Gabe laughed wickedly."We don't do business like that. The wife and kids are safe...its your ass that's on the line Carl," Gabe added soberly.

"Then..what..?" Carl asked helplessly.

Gabe simply looked over his right shoulder and subtly nodded his head to his bodyguard Crash.

Seeing the bookie's nonverbal gesture to the behemouth beside him caused Carl to take a tentative step backwards. Unsure of what the nod meant, Carl shook his head side to side when he saw the strange sight of Crash starting to unbuckle his leather belt.

"Wa....wa..wa.." Carl stuttered, at first thinking the big black man was going to horsewhip him with the belt.

After Crash had undone his belt, Carl shuddred when he saw Crash start to work on the zipper of his black leather pants down. A moment later, Crash's entire massive black hand disappeared inside his trousers and started flexing suggestivly, the veins in the back of his hand throbbing as he looked a burning hole through Carl.

"We're gonna get ourselves a little insurance Carl....just to make sure you feel...'pressured'... to pay me.... in full," Gabe gleamed with soothing confidence.

As the words, " in full", trickled off Gabe's tongue, Carl's eyes seeemd to detach from their sockets when he focused on Crash pulling his lumber like, half inflated cock out into full view.

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When his great uncle Giavoni had offered the then young and upcoming 29 year old Gabe an opportunity to move South and a segment of the family business in Montgomary, Alabama six years earlier, Gabe had no idea what Southern culture was all about.

After years of trying to figure out how to get the rednecks' attention when they sank into a financial hole the way Carl Scroggins had, Gabe Giavoni had stumbled upon a way finally to make the customer more willing to pay up. After contemplating putting the plan for quite a long time, Gabe had finally decided Carl's case was perfect for seeing if his hypothesis would work.

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Gabe watched with grim amusement as Carl's eyes widened with vague, disbelieving recognition of what was about to happen.

"Like I said Carl....nothin' personal..I just need to make sure you're properly motivated to give me my money," Gabe quietly added.

Gabe nodded up to Crash once again, this time causing the hulking man took a step forward as he pumped his meaty appendage with his catcher's mit sized hand.

"Are you getting it now Carl...you ready to make out a little oral I.O.U.?", Gabe asked trying to contain his awkward laughter.

"Fuck you....I ain't.." Carl started, before he realized he had nothing to back up his false bravado with.

Gabe simply looked at Carl, waiting for him to finish his thought. Satisfied that Carl couldn't find the words to verbalize his way out of the impending punishment, Gabe gave a final nod to Crash and watched with fascination as his bodyguard took another step forward until he towered directly above Carl's shellshocked face.

"Better get busy Carl..I got other appointments today...I don't have time to waste!" Giavoni ordered.

Looking up with trepidation at the beast of a man in front of him, Carl did his best to hide his visceral fear as the reality of the conditions to the agreement registered in his gut.

"Get down to business Carl!" Gabe once again ordered.

"But I...," Carl pleaded.

"Down on your knees Carl..you don't want your wife finding out about your little problem do you?" Gabe threatened.

"I ca...ca...can't...," Carl mouthed.

Knowing he had absolutly no choice and had no where to run, Carl dropped his eyes, grossly ashamed of himself and looked down to the floor. His view of the floor however was blacked out by the nearly erect and massive cock that swung lewdly from Crash's crotch.

Trying his best to swallow his fear, Carl attempted to bend his knees as an overwhelming wretching feeling welled up inside of him.

Eventhough he was trying to kneel down with every fiber of his being to comply with Gabe's sadistic order, nearly 40 years of social conditioning prevented Carl from lowering himself for the lewd and vile act. It wasn't until Crash helped out with Carl's downward momentum by placing his huge hands on Carl's shoulders and pressing down did Tammy Scroggins's husband understand completly that he was about to experience his ultimate degradation.

"NNNOOOO," a voice deep within Carl's mind screamed as his fateful gaze fixated on his destiny.

Crash steadily continued pushing Carl down, forcing his trembling shoulders lower with the same ease of shuting a car trunk. A hint of a smile sparkled across both Crash's and Gabe's face when they saw Carl's knees hit the ground.

Carl winced in disgust the moment he felt his legs give way and the hard thud of his kneecaps resonated through the small office room.

"Open up," Carl heard Gabe offer as he bitterly tried fighting off the inevitable. "Open that mouth you little bitch..hahaha..give my guy a blow job Carl.....let me know you're good for the rest of the cash!"

Opening his mouth to make a final desperate plea, all Carl succeeded in doing was opening his lips just enough for Crash to dig his rough fingers into the kneeling man's mouth. Flexing his strength, Crash forced Carl's mouth open a little further and aimed his now bursting erection right at the target of Carl's parted lips.

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Crash really wasn't that big of a fan of this particular motivational technique of Gabe's, but he was handsomely reimbursed for his services and took a weird sense of satisfaction from seeing how 'victims' squirmed under such conditions.

He couldn't help stealing a peek lower as his throbbing joint dove between Carl's forced open lips and disappeared down the kneeling white man's apprehensive gullet. Carl's tongue felt like a cold dead fish undernerath Crash's rigid meat as he forced it in further.

Taking his hands off Carl's shoulders, Crash raised them slightly and closed his rough palms around both Carl Scroggins's ears, his cruel grip tightening with every inch of his spear that he drove home.

"AAAGGGRRGGHHHHHAAGGGOOOGGGG," Carl burped and gargled as Crash's vile and unnatural assault proceeded.

Eventhough Carl Scroggins would have never admitted it to anyone, this wasn't the first time he had been forced to take another guy's cock into his mouth. The first and only time it had ever happened, Carl had been 12 years old in the basement of his childhood friend, Danny Forney. Five boys had been sitting around bored that Summer and had ended up getting enthralled in a game of Truth or Dare. Carl had made the mistake of choosing 'dare' at the wrong time and ended up in that rather compromising position.

Thankfully for Carl, the bonds of youth kept that embarrassing interlude a secret for over 25 years. Now approaching 40, Carl was on his knees, this time out of neccessity, trying his best to detach himself from the reality of going through with it. The attempt at detachment was made especially difficult however because everytime Carl tried to swallow or breath, the hulking bodyguard's stabbing black penis seemed to press deeper inside Carl's foaming mouth.

With his eyes pressed into Crash's coarse pubic hair and his ears both sqeezed tightly in Crash's vicelike grip, Carl had no idea that Gabe Giavoni had stood up and was now strategically walking across his office.

Crash raised his gaze from Carl on the floor and shared an awkward smile with his boss as Gabe slipped past him. "Hold it right there Big Fella," Gabe said to Crash as he prepped the camera he had just taken out of his file cabinet.

Standing to each side of Carl, Gabe snapped off a series of pictures of Tammy's husband doing the deed from several angles without Carl even knowing.

With three photos left on the roll, Gabe leaned in real close and tapped Carl on the shoulder. Feeling the tap, Carl's first reaction was to think his little nightmare was finally over and Gabe was calling off the dogs. Pulling back slightly and rolling his eyes towards Gabe, Carl suddenly realized it was not a reprieve he was getting. With three quarters of Crash's dick still embedded in his mouth, Gabe snapped off a vivid closeup of Carl sucking Crash's huge black prick from point blank range.

Seeing Carl's eyes gleam with unmistakable horror, Gabe simply smiled and said, "Now we'll see if you find the proper motivation to pay up Carl."

"All right Crash..I think he's had enough," Gabe sighed, calling his bodyguard's advances off.

"Good thing, " Crash said deeply, "Boy has gotta lot to learn about givin' head!"

"HAHAHAHA," Both Crash and Gabe laughed mockingly.

Carl's gag reflex kicked in just then causing Crash's unquenched cock to spill free from his tentative oral grip. Carl sighed a quick internal "Thank God" to himself that the imposing black man was stopped before he actually came in Carl's mouth.

Still on his knees, Carl looked up at Gabe with silent reproach as the reality of what the pictures the bookie had taken meant to him if he didn't find a way to come up with the money he owed. Just the thought of the vile degradation he just perfomed actually caprtured on film made Carl's burn bitterly inside.

Curiously, Carl turned his attention back up to Crash above him and couldn't understand why the strapping bodyguard was still pumping his cock furiously in his hand even after Gabe had called off the dogs.

The understanding that Carl was missing was cleared up 10 seconds later when a laserlike stream of burning cum shot out of Crash's peehole and draped itself across Carl's face like a tracer of slimy mucus.

"Didn't think I'd leave here without bustin' a nut did ya?" Crash haughtily hissed down to a mortified Carl Scroggins.

Carl couldn't have looked more devasted if it had been a pot of hot coffee that had been dropped on his face as Crash relentlessly emptied his balls across the married white man's facial features, dotting Carl's forehead, cheeks, chin and the bridge of his nose with his sticky white fluid.

His head swimming, Carl temporarily lost his balance just enough that he toppled forward, collapsing with a messy thud against Crash's muscular left leg.

"Son of a Bitch is smearing all that mess on my new leather pants Boss," Crash spat angrily.

"We'll just have to add the price of the dry cleaning bill to Mr. Scroggins's account won't we," Gabe sarcastically replied.

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Sleep never came for either Carl or Tammy Scroggins that night. It was by far the longest night either could ever remember spending as each tossed and turned until nightfall gave way to sunrise.

The tortured memories that haunted both Carl and Tammy kept each in their own private Hell until the rays of sunlight peeking through the curtains and the sound of the alarm clock going off sent each onto their seperate daily routines, each suspecting that the gorry trail that they had embarked down was far from over.

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Tammy Scroggins felt as though her whole body was caked in molassis as she sat on the family sofa the next morning at a few minutes before 10. The seemingly neverending sleepless ordeal she had endured the night before had givenway to a day where she knew that at some point she had to go out looking for a new job.

Tammy was extremly tempted to lay back on the sofa to get some of the sleep she had lost but as she settled down, the same nagging memories of her afternoon at the adult bookstore and what she did there clouded her mind in an acidic fog, keeping her painfully awake.

Deciding that if she was ever going to get any rest, Tammy knew she had to find a way to, at least temporarily, put the shame and embarrassment out of her mind.

"That'll work," Tammy growled to herself as a spark of an idea glittered in her head.

Pulling her tired body off the sofa, Tammy dragged herself up the stairs to her bedroom so she could put on some real clothes. Eventhough she knew she needed to start looking for a new job, she decided a fresh bottle of rum would help her get through the day better than the "help wanteds" would.

Remembering she would have to pick up Roger at school later in the afternoon to take him to soccer practice, Tammy quickly called the mother of one of Roger's teammates to ask her if she could pick Roger up and take him also.

With that done, Tammy embarked on her trip across town to the liquor store furthest from her neighborhood to ensure, hopefully, that no one would recognize her.

An hour later, Tammy returned home with a fifth of afternoon relief.

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As she pulled her minivan back into the driveway, Tammy looked thirstily over to the bottle of Bicardi sitting in the brown bag on the passenger seat, desperatly wanting a taste. Seeing that the clock on the radio said it was a quarter to 12 noon, Tammy estimated that she had 5 full hours to take her mind off all the problems accumalating around her.

Bringing the vehicle to a stop at the end of the driveway, Tammy scanned the yard sensing something just wasn't right. After a few moments of careful inspection, Tammy discovered the source of her discontent.

The front door to the house was completly open.

"Oh God," Tammy mouthed disbelievingly. "I couldn't have done that."

With the stress she had been under combined with her lack of sleep and hurry to get to the liqour store, Tammy knew she was perhaps capable of such an oversight, but still, she swore she had closed the door before she left.

Grabbing her brown bag of rum, Tammy nervously exited the van and headed up the sidewalk to the house. Easing through the threshold of the front door, Tammy began to experience the same feeling of violation anyone does when they believe the sanctity of their home has been violated by an intruder.

Peeking her head inside the house, Tammy first though as she glanced at the stairs leading to the bedrooms was whether or not her jewelry was safe, some of which had been in her family for over 4 generations.

As she started to run for the stairs however to check her valuables, suddenly Tammy stopped cold in her tracks. Shivering from the jolt of ice cold fear that trickled down her spine, Tammy realized that if someone had broken in, they might still be in the house.

That's when dozens of scenerios started swirling through Tammy's head. There had been a few random burglaries in the neighborhood during the past few months and then it hit Tammy with cold hard certainty. With the stress she was under, Tammy had just slowly started putting two and two together.

"Oh..my God...NO...," Tammy groaned, finally tying the blackmail plot over her pictures to the front door being opened when she got home. "They've been in here before!" Tammy shock her head, on the verge of tears.

Feeling the unimaginable heat of fear well up inside every fiber of her being, Tammy turned back towards the front door, sensing that she was being watched.

As paranoia's frigid grip nestled into her pysche, Tammy first inclination was to call Carl and explain everything. Moving her feet nervously back down the hall towards the phone in the family room, as she entered the room, something she saw stopped Tammy cold in her tracks.




Under the Flag Ch. 4



"What's that?" Tammy's bone dry mouth gasped. 

Squinting her blue eyes slightly to see what it was, Tammy slowly made a beeline towards the television that was running eventhough she distinctly remembered cutting it off before she left earlier.

"Maybe one of the kids snuck home from school," Tammy told herself reassuringly.

"Then what is that?" another voice inside Tammy's head scolded.

What Tammy saw as she neared the tv set was a small greeting card sized envelope sitting on top of the VCR. The word "Tammy" was written in big plain letters across the front of it.

Tammy's feet came to rest at the edge of the carpet in front of the tv set. Looking with unsteady fear to her left and right, she felt as if her feet were suddenly pressed onto hot coals as she focused her attention back on the curious envelope. Tammy wavered anxiously over what to do, knowing no matter what the envelope contained, it probably wasn't good news.

Robotically raising her right hand, Tammy wrapped her numb fingers around the dry paper of the envelope. Tammy couldn't help but recall with sick deju vu, the situation a few days earlier when a similiar, allbeit, much larger package showed up on her front porch.

While this one was no larger than a birthday card, Tammy's gut told her it most likely contained equally devastating information.

Taking the envelope in her shaky grip, Tammy turned solemly and made her way to the couch. Tammy inhaled and exhaled deeply several times as she sat there motionless, fighting back the reservoir of tears that was about to burst.

Rather than going through the formality of opening the letter with the fancy letter opener sitting on the coffee table, Tammy simply dug her index finger into the letter's seal and bitterly ripped it open.

Taking another deep breath as she pulled out the contents of the letter, Tammy saw that it was nothing more than a brief two paragraph note. Still, her eyes burned as she read it.

"Thought it was over Huh...Not by a long shot!! Your mouth felt so good on our cocks the other day we just couldn't help imagining how that pussy of yours feels. Take a swallow Tammy..can you still taste our cum in your mouth...thought so....how much fun was it washing it all off your face...did you make sure to get it all off!! Tell you what little lady..why don't you just get up and hit the play button on the VCR..that is if you want to see yourself in action.

If you don't want that tape in there right now to get copied and circulated...you might wanna leave the back door unlocked tomorrow morning around 11 and be laying naked on your bed...and blindfolded!! And don't even think about trying any funny stuff..we already have 10 copies made and ready to go to some rather personal places."

Tammy re-read the note twice and by the time she finished it, the paper was trembling uncontrollably in her hand as if she was having a seizure. Dropping the note onto her lap, Tammy put her face in her hands wondering if this nightmare would ever end.

Looking down through her tearstained eyes, Tammy did in fact see an empty tape cassette box to her left, sitting right beside the remote control. "NNNOOOO," she screamed helplessly, as she ripped the note to shreds.

Her adrenaline pumping madly, Tammy shot up from the sofa and paced like a caged lion around the room. "This can't be..it just can't be..Noooo..this can not be happening," Tammy repeated over and over as she angrily looked out of the window to see if anyone was outside watching her house.

Turning back towards the coffee table where the remote control to the VCR sat, Tammy felt magnetically drawn to see what was on the tape, much the same way a grieving relative needs to see the body in the casket, even if just for closure. Part of Tammy also kept screaming in denial, 'Its just a bluff".

It wasn't.

As soon as Tammy hit the on button and then hit play, the 27 inch tv screen was filled with the grainy but clearly discernable security camera image of Tammy, on her knees, her mouth stuffed full with a huge black dick.

Feeling her head get woozy, Tammy fumbled for the mute button as the slurping sounds of her own cock sucking filled the living room in stereophonic surround sound.

No longer able to stomach the reality of her debasement, Tammy smashed her thumb down on the stop button and threw the remote control furiously at the tv screen.

That violent gesture effectivly opened the floodgates of Tammy's pent up anger and frustration leading the distraught woman to explode in a maddening rage. Kicking out with her feet, Tammy brutally toppled the coffee table in front of her sending her glass of rum along with all her accumalated magazines and newspapers flying across the carpet.

Jumping up from the sofa in a seething rush, Tammy reached for the VCR and clumsily fumbled with the eject button until she was able to fish the scandalous tape out of the machine.

Wasting no time, Tammy dug her fingers into the cassette's slot and ripped the spool of tape to shreds, breaking three of her fingernails in the process.

Looking around to see the cluttered and ramshackled result of her spontanious rage, Tammy suddenly went limp and dropped to her knees in the center of the room, sobbing uncontrollably over how her life was unraveling. First she had lost her job because of the blackmail plot, then she had to disgrace herself at a downtown smut shop, now she was facing the reality of having to comply to the orders in her very own home.

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Kelly sat on the rickety and musty sofa that took up most of the floor space in Patrice Simmons's trailer.

Patrice's daughter and Jahon's girlfriend Staci was on her knees, straddling Kelly's crotch as she bobbed her chubby, blushing cheeks up and down on his raised ebony pride.

"Better hurry Staci...work that mouth up and down..make me cum baby," Kelly ordered.

With every word that flowed from Kelly's mouth, Staci worked her face more furiously up and down, trying to get her boyfriend's roommate to cum.

"Hurry up Staci...Jahon will be here in 15 minutes..and you better swallow it all...we ain't got no time to clean your ass off," Kelly brazenly scolded.

Staci Simmons bought every line Kelly was feeding her. She actually thought Kelly was worried Jahon might have a violent reaction if he found his friend nailing his girl. Trying desperatly to satisfy her nymphomanical desires, Staci intensified her oral assault on Kelly's dick.

Kelly and Jahon had in fact discussed their plan earlier that morning and now everything was going exactly as planned. Having shared many of each others girlfriends over the years, Jahon had proposed to Kelly that he stop by Staci's about an hour before she was expecting Jahon to get there and to do his best to seduce the young girl into a quickie before her boyfriend arrived.

As much as Kelly wanted to bust a nut inside the fat girl's wet, sucking mouth, after getting his dick sucked by Tammy Scroggins a day earlier, Kelly was ready to feel a tight pink pussy squeezing his jock.

"Bitch..you suck a great cock..tell ya what though..get up here and wrap those fat white legs around me and fuck my joint with that sloppy cunt of yours," Kelly ordered.

Staci immediatly looked up Kelly seductivly with his cockhead still crudely protruding from her cheek. Her expression lit up when she heard Kelly's proposition, needing his slab of meat in her cunt as much as he wanted to put it there.

A syrupy "blurppp" echoed across the trailer as Staci removed her drowling mouth from Kelly's throbbing penis.

"You wanna fuck me," Staci cooed wantonly as Kelly's hard dick spilled free from her lips.

"Shut your mouth Bitch and stop wastin' time..get up here and fuck me," Kelly implored as he took the base of his cock in his hand to steady it.

Staci awkwardly lifted her chubby white frame from the carpet and tried straddling herself over Kelly seated beneath her. Burying her knees into the worn sofa cushions on each side of her waiting lover, Staci lowered her ample weight down on top of Kelly's torso.

"GOD DAMN YOU"RE HEAVY," Kelly winced, feeling Staci crush him into the couch.

Trying his best to work his cock towards the entrance to Staci's soupy cunt, it felt like the girl's pussy was a vacuum cleaner as it to sucked him in. Kelly hungrily nibbled at Staci's ear as his cock slipped up inside of the young girl's snatch.

Hurriedly working her ass up and down, forcing Kelly's steely lance ever deeper inside of her, Staci returned Kelly's nibbling advances by biting and kissing him on his muscular shoulders and neck.

Thrusting his powerful hips upwards, Kelly did the best he could to ram his dick all the way up inside his friend's girlfriend despite the awkward way her naked weight was shifting on top of him.

Once his cock was securly buried inside Staci's cunt, Kelly reached around her wide hips with his right hand, guiding his extended middle finger towards Staci's flarred bunghole in an attempt to start stretching her out for the eventual culmination of his and Jahon's plan.

Kelly felt Staci lurch madly against him and let out a howling moan the moment his middle finger stabbed at the entrance to her anal gateway.

"GGGAAAWWWDDD," Staci bayed with wanton lust, causing her body to collapse even harder against Kelly.

Trying to position himself on the sofa, savoring the feel of Staci's grasping pussy assaulting his cock, Kelly bidded his time trying not to cum until Jahon arrived so they could fully put their plan into motion.

Looking over the girl's quivering shoulder at the small window of the trailer, Kelly's body shivered with excitment as Staci brutally fucked him harder and harder. With the sound of flesh on flesh now deafening in the trailer, Kelly had to lift his heels off the floor and bite his lip to keep himself from cumming.

Unable to control himself, Kelly raised both hands and savagly grabbed Staci's heavy, swinging breasts, mashing them passionatly in his palms until the young girl whimpered even louder.

"OOHHH..SSSHIITTT...OOOHH...SSSHHHIITT...I'MMMM.....GGGGGOOONNNAAA...CCCUMMMM...HARDER..HARDER...HARDER...MAKE..MMMEEEEEEE...CCCUUUMMMMM," Staci screeched loudly.

Just as Staci seemed to pass the point of no return, Kelly glanced up and finally saw Jahon nod to him through the window. Spastically nodding back, Kelly watched as his best friend entered the trailer and snuck up behind Staci without her even knowing he was there.

"Come on...hold it..hold it just for a second Staci...just for a couple seconds longer..I wanna cum with you," Kelly urged softly into Staci's ear, giving Jahon time to ease up behind his girlfriend's bare naked ass.

Staci's face strained furiously as she tried holding back her pent up orgasm. The veins in her neck flexed wildly, giving her the appearance of a woman trying desperatly to keep a levee from breaking as she worked her crotch like a paint mixer on Kelly's jock.

"OHHHH...GGGOODD...I NEED TO CUMMMMM," Staci groaned.

"That's it Baby...just a little more..squeeze that juicy pink pussy Girl...I'm almost there," Kelly implored, as he waved Jahon closer.

"I CAN'T HOLD IT NOOOOO........ ......MMMOOOORRREEEEE," Staci cried out, helpless to control her bodily functions any longer.

Just as the first ripples of Staci's orgasm tore through her 170 pound body, she felt a jarring and deliberate smack collide harshly with her fleshy asscheeks. Before she could even muster the foresight to turn and see what had happened another crushing blow landed squarely on her backside.

The sizzling and stinging feel of the cruel spanking blows mingled with the uncontrollable tide of her orgasm making Staci's brain feel as if someone had poured gasoline on it and lit a match.

"That's what you get Bitch for cheatin' on me," Jahon barked sadistically as he spanked Staci time after time.

"Can't trust you as far as I can throw your fat ass..(SLAP)....You wanted to fuck him..don't stop now..(SLAP)...work that pussy Staci..you better make him cum you cheatin' worthless ho..(SLAP)..its alright for you to bust a nut but you better not leave my boy hangin'..(SLAP)...come on Staci..FUCK HIM (SLAP)"

Kelly had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing as their plan came together marvalously. Jahon had tired of Staci and was ready to move on to his next girlfriend. This was a clever way he had found to make it look like the breakup was Staci's fault and when Jahon perhaps needy a 'booty call' months down the road, the guilt Staci would feel over the way the relationship ended would make her more likely to give in if Jahon were to call.

Scared to death for her safety, Staci still couldn't pull herself off of Kelly's pistonlike cock. Her ass now burned from the punishment Jahon had laid down on her, but still she ruthlessly fucked on.

"Make my Boy cum Staci ..(SLAP)..you selfish Bitch..(SLAP)...you gonna cheat on me..you better get your money's worth you pathetic slut!" Jahon hissed unrelentingly.

As the needle in Staci's energy tank neared empty, Kelly felt the chubby girl steadily turn into a limp dishrag on top of him. Feeling Staci gasp desperatly for air on top of his chest, Kelly made a few final deep strokes with his dick until he unleashed his orgasm as well, sending all his stored up cum like scalding calk into the folds of Staci's raw pussy.

When he was finished with her, Kelly awkwardly discarded Staci off of him, dropping her like a pile of junkmail on the sofa beside him.

Exhausted from her orgasm and cringing from her spanking, Staci sat there with no pretense of trying to clean herself up as Jahon and Kelly gathered their things to leave.

Both young men looked down at Staci on the couch and admired thier handywork as she cowered there, making no attempt to cover up her nudity. Just as they were turning to leave, Kelly and Jahon heard the sound of a sputtering engine idle outside of the trailer and then shut off with a noisy cough.

Jahon took at couple of steps forward and looked out the window to see that Staci's Mom, Patrice had just pulled up.

"Who is it Dawg?" Kelly asked, buttoning his pants.

"Staci's mom, " Jahon stoically replied as he watched her make her way towards the trailer. "And she looks like shit."

Both boys immediatly looked down at Staci who was barely able to move on the sofa, then quickly at each other as they sharing a knowing glance of irony. The 18 year old girl made absolutly no attempt to hide the evidence of her naked lust eventhough her mom was on the verge of walking in.

"Should we throw a blanket over her?" Kelly asked.

"Naahhh.... neither of them really give a damn anymore," Jahon said matter of factly.

Kelly and Jahon stood patiently in the center of the living room as Patrice Simmons clumsily made her way through the door. As the screeching sounds of the screen door opened, allowing Patrice to walk in, both boys immediatly saw the blank look in Staci's Mom's eyes.

When Patrice fixed her gaze on the boys standing there and then loathingly down at her daughter on the sofa who had glistening cum slowly oozing down her fat naked thighs, Staci's strung out mother simply shook her head, diverted her eyes and tettered down the hall towards her bedroom.

"Guess she didn't have any money to buy her crack today," Staci said out of nowhere, matter of factly. "She gets like that when she hasn't had a hit for a day or two."

Jahon and Kelly looked at each other immeditaly, a spark of an idea connecting between the two telepathetically.

Staci looked up through her clouded vision and instantly sensed what the boys were thinking as they watched her Mom disappear down the hall. A deepseeded sickening feeling nestled into the girl's gut as she tried searching for her discarded clothes but she knew any plea to the guys for decency would be laughed off, afterall she had just been busted cheating on Jahon with his best friend.

Lifting her ass gently of the sofa, her flesh still burning from the spanking Jahon had just given her, as she stood up on her wobbly legs, Staci felt the rest of Kelly's cum inside of her swirl like liquod butter through her feminine depths.

Staci felt as if she had been run over by a car and dragged behind it as she painfully bent over to look for her underwear through the clutter on the floor. When she heard her Mother's bedroom door open and then close shut a moment later, Staci cursed out loud over what her life had become.

Knowing what was going on in the other room between Patrice and the boys, Staci deliberatly slammed her fist down on the floor. She inherantly understood her Mother needed to do what she needed to do to make it another day with the burden of addiction, but it still made Staci wonder if she ,too, was headed down that same path...



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Jahon and Kelly had followed Patrice Simmons back to her bedroom at the rear of the trailer, unmistakably smelling the scent of her vulnerability. Side by side, the two teenagers stalked Patrice down the narrow hallway until she disappeared into her bedroom.

They could easily tell that the 36 year old woman was on the verge of burnout from the weight of her own dependency as they sized her up from behind. Knowing it wouldn't take long for Staci's mom to do what she had to do to get $20 to buy some crack, both Kelly and Jahon disappeared into Patrice's bedroom as well, confident that all three would eventually get what they went back there for.

* * * * *

Patrice Simmons had been a rather voluptuous and outgoing girl growing up on the bad side on Montgomery. She had gotten the constant attention of boys ever since she entered puberty early, around the age of 10. When she had fallen in with the wrong crowd around age 16 and ended up pregnant and a junkie, her life began a ridiculously complicated spiral down. A downward spiral she still was spinning on.

Without any consistent male role model to help raise Staci, the litany of men darting in and out of Patrice's life did little to instill a belief in Staci of how a reasonable adult should act. Unfortunately, the lessons Staci had learned had given her quite a jump on going down the same exact path as her mother.

* * * * *

Jahon and Kelly patiently slipped into the bedroom behind Patrice and closed the door firmly, locking the three inside.

Taking stock of the demoralized woman that was twice their age in front of them, both boys had a hard time believing that this was the same woman they had known from the neighborhood since each was in middle school. The Patrice Simmons they saw now barely weighed 100 pounds and her flannel shirt and sweats hung off of her as if they were two sizes too big. As they openly glared at Patrice, they could also see the wrinkled lines of age spread out across the woman's brow, a result of the stress she felt every sober moment of her life.

"She's just a shell of a woman, Dawg," Jahon commented to his friend.

"Her mouth still works though," Kelly crudely replied.

Wasting little time, Kelly and Jahon separated and spread out around the room, leaving Patrice standing helplessly between them. Silence shrouded the bedroom as all three participants stared at each other with heated intensity, waiting for another to make the first move.

Patrice felt as if the two boys were circling her like sharks as they sized her up. Feeling a frozen chill choke her spine, Patrice held her breath as Jahon disappeared behind her.

"UUMMMHHUUMMM," She heard Jahon and Kelly groan approvingly as they methodically watched her.

Claustrophobia started to set in for Patrice when Kelly eased up directly in front of her and closed of her exit route to the door. Even though she was in her own bedroom, she felt she had absolutely no control over what was about to happen to her.

When Jahon's warm, rough fingertips drifted down and collided against the back of her neck, Patrice felt goosebumps well up all over her body.

"Sooo pretty," Jahon fibbed as he looked down over Patrice's frame.

"Why don't you...you...don't you...just go...leave me...alone," Patrice urged meekly. "You just ain't gonna use me like you do my slut of a daughter!"

"We can't huh," Jahon rolled his eyes as he gently played with Patrice's stringy brown hair. "So you're saying you're not a slut...right...haha?"

Hearing the truthful irony in what Jahon said, Patrice was no longer able to maintain eye contact with Kelly in front of her, dropping her gaze to the floor from her embarrassment.

In the process of lowering her sight lines, Patrice couldn't help but see Kelly's hand massaging his re-hardening cock through his jeans, no more than 10 inches in front of her.

"Leave me alone," Patrice whispered, almost inaudibly.

"Leave you alone," Jahon mocked. "When we got exactly what you need?"

"I can get some dick anywhere," Patrice hissed coldly.

"UHHHUUHH," Kelly laughed as he continued rubbing his crotch. With his free hand, Kelly rested his weight heavily onto the front of Patrice's chest, playing openly with her small titties as if they were his personal play toy. "Lady...you can go out all you want...you ain't gonna find to many cocks like these!"

Patrice only closed her eyes and didn't answer.

Jahon took his fingers that were playfully brushing through Patrice's hair and deliberately twisted his hand into a fist, causing the brown strands of the woman's locks to curl around Jahon's rotating fingers.

"Looks like you could use a favor, Bitch," Jahon told Patrice through clenched teeth.

Knowing the boys weren't playing games, Patrice wasn't a bit surprised when Kelly's hands dropped from her chest, down her thin torso until he firmly planted them on the sides of her narrow hips.

With one fell swoop, Kelly closed his hands around Patrice's waist and Jahon did likewise on her shoulders, forcing Staci's strung out Mother, down to her knees.

As she dropped to the floor, Patrice couldn't help but notice the bulge in the front of Kelly's pants as she lowered and could also feel her shoulder blades grind against Jahon's erection behind her as she was forced down.

"God Damn I need it," Patrice groaned helplessly to herself as she was forced to submit.

"Nigga loving whore," Jahon laughingly whispered to Patrice.

"Just...like ...her...Daughter," Kelly added sarcastically.

Bent down helplessly between the two black teenagers, Patrice instinctively licked her lips in anticipation of what she was about to do. Watching as Jahon and Kelly confidently undid their belts above her, she anxiously awaited the sight of those two cocks spilling free. She didn't have to wait long because moments later her entire view up was blacked out by nothing except nearly 20 inches of steely black meat.

Her arousal burned inside of her despite the fact that the cum glistening on Kelly's jock was a result of the pounding Staci had given him only a half an hour earlier. The selfish part of Patrice's psyche had now completely kicked in.

"Think Staci learned what she knows from her old lady, Dawg?" Jahon inquired.

"'Bout to find out," Kelly quickly answered. "Open your mouth ...NOW!" he added, straight down at Patrice.

Before the word "NOW" was out of Kelly's mouth, Patrice's head vaulted forward and she opened her mouth to devour the cock closest to her.

Sighing loudly, Jahon's eyes rolled to the back of his head feeling Patrice's wet and hungry mouth close around his jock. Swirling her tongue around the thick slab of meat like a blade on a saw, Patrice sucked off the 18 year old boy just like the desperate woman that she was.

Extending both her thin arms out to support herself, Patrice grabbed Jahon by his parted legs while she attempted to let the boy's cock slid down her throat.

"Eager ain't she," Kelly observed, stroking his cock right in front of Patrice's blank face.

"There's two cocks here baby...Better suck 'em both," Jahon not so subtly hinted.

An instant later, Patrice spit out Jahon's black log and turned her head with breakneck speed before closing her tingling mouth around Kelly's erect joint.

"UUMMMMM...Now that's the way to suck a cock Baby," Kelly admired.

As her saliva drifted down her gullet, Patrice couldn't help but taste the glossy, pungent nectar already coating Kelly's dick, knowing exactly where that slickness had come from. Working the boy's sloppy, throbbing knob around her mouth, Patrice's pussy tingled when she realized she was sucking the same dick that had just fucked her Daughter.

"Forget about me...HUH," Jahon scolded.

Quickly, Patrice removed her mouth from Kelly's crotch and returned her focus to Jahon's swinging manhood.

Ten seconds later, Kelly did the same thing, then Jahon, then Kelly, until Patrice had gotten so dizzy from going back and forth, her shoulders started to sway, leaving her on the verge of passing out.

"Look a little woozy there Momma...tell ya what...Why don't you just try sucking both our dicks at the same time...save yourself the trouble," Jahon crudely offered. 

Desperately needing a dose of fresh oxygen, Patrice tilted her head back and hoarsely breathed in and out several times. As she collected herself, both boys reached down and dug their fingertips into the back of Patrice's head.

Standing side by side, their jutting cocks right next to each other, Jahon and Kelly pulled Patrice's face closer until her wet lips and saliva coated chin smacked up against their gigantic erections. 

"Let's see how bad you need that crack, Bitch!" Jahon grunted.

The sensation of complete dominance over someone coursed through both Kelly and Jahon's bloodstream as they gazed down at Patrice below. The fleshy rhythmic sounds of both young men smacking their pulsing cocks down across Patrice's cheeks, chin and nose ricocheted across the room as they teased her mockingly.

"Open your mouth, Wench," Jahon ordered.

"That's right baby...that's it," Kelly sighed, seeing Patrice start to comply.

Seizing the opening, Jahon was the first to shove his prick into Patrice's waiting mouth, forcing his musky, uncircumcised cockhead to bob like a tootsie roll pop between the woman's lips.

Seeing his friend's cock slip into Patrice's mouth, Kelly edged closer and ardently placed his helmet shaped, spongy cockhead right beside the woman's lips as well.

Pulling Patrice's face forward with their hands, her mouth was forced to devour both guys' cocks at the same time. 

"ALLLLL...TTHHHAAA...WWAAAYYY...YYEEAAHH...THAT'S RIGHT," Both guys grinned happily. "Good thing she snorts the shit," Kelly added, referring to Patrice's drug use. "Her mouth ain't gonna be good for nothin' after we finish with her. "

Bullying forward as best they could, Kelly and Jahon seesawed their cocks deeper and deeper until Patrice had to flare her nostrils just to breath. Watching with amazement as both their dicks worked inside the white woman's mouth, Jahon and Kelly couldn't help but see that it looked as if Patrice had two tennis balls bulging out from inside her mouth.

Patrice was left with no option but to reach out with her shaky hands and wrap them around both young mens' asses to keep herself from toppling over.

Having already blew his cumload inside Staci minutes earlier, Kelly knew he had to work a little longer to bust a nut than his friend Jahon did. Seeing Jahon's face begin to contort joyously, Kelly pulled back slightly and let his partner have his moment in the sun.

"That's right J...choke her mouth with that shit...make the hungary Bitch swallow every last drop," Kelly cheered on his friend. "She doesn't look like she's ate anything in a week...Bitch needs some nutrition...GIVE IT TO HER!!"

"MMMPPHHH...AAAAHHH...MMMMPPPPHHHHAAAHHHHHHH...EEEEEAAAAHHHHH," Jahon shouted as he came violently, holding his cock inside Patrice's mouth until every last drop dripped out and what wasn't swallowed coated the woman's tongue, teeth mouth and lips like warm glaze.

Seeing Jahon's lust reach a crescendo as Patrice helplessly balanced herself on her knees below, Kelly couldn't hold back either, sending what little seed he still had in his balls like tiny white raindrops right underneath Patrice's left eye, smudging her cheek with his sticky semen.

Gazing down at the cowering and overwhelmed woman below, Kelly and Jahon pulled their cocks free from Patrice's mouth, watching with amusement that she didn't even make an attempt to wipe away the cum that now covered 70% of her face.

Stuffing his slowly deflating cocks back inside his jeans, Jahon reached inside the breast pocket of his shirt, took out a crisp $20 bill, balled it up slightly and dropped it right across the bridge of Patrice Simmons's nose. The money bounced off her face with a sticky thud before coming to rest on the floor, right between her kneeling thighs.

"There's your money, Cunt...well earned," Jahon laughed crudely, as he tossed it down.

Leaving Patrice behind, Jahon and Kelly strolled back up the trailer's hallway with all the cocksure moxey of victorious gunslingers. Making their way into the living room, both young men cast a daunting and scathing glare towards Staci who was now in the kitchen smoking a cigarette at the small cluttered dinner table as if to say to her, "We'll be back...anytime we want!"

* * * * *

The vacancy sign that flashed on and off outside Room 17 of the Montgomery Truck Stop Motel seemed to hypnotize Carl Scroggins as he finished off the rest of his fourth Camel Filter of the afternoon.

Rubbing his eyes with his knuckles, Carl watched as the young girl who had just left his room dodged the raindrops, jittering across the parking lot hurriedly, evidently in an attempt to get back to the truck stop to pick up her next customer.

"Could have paid $40 for a simple blow job asshole, but no, you had to shell out $150 for the deluxe treatment, " Carl scolded himself bitterly, mashing the cigarette butt out in the ash tray on the window sill.

Torturing himself ruthlessly for cheating on his wife for the first time in 17 years, Carl also kicked himself for spending $150 that he really didn't have to give up. That was money that he was planning to use to help save his hide from his bookie who had him so completly by the balls.

"Hell...Gabe's probably that girl's pimp too...one way or the other...he's getting his fuckin' money the son of a bitch!" Carl spit out loud, lighting another smoke.

After slowly inhaling Camel #5, Carl flicked the cigarette butt towards the ashtray, his luck of the last few days holding as it missed the circular target completely. Gathering up his wallet and keys, Carl headed out of the room for the checkout desk, his head shaking continuously from his overwhelming frustration.

It had only been 24 hours earlier that he was on his knees, giving another man a blowjob, for the simple reason of getting himself a little more time to come up with the money to cover his steep gambling debts.

Carl had tortured himself the whole night after it had happened and decided sometime during that long dark ordeal that he would find the first prostitute that he could to re-prove his masculinity to himself, desperately needing to show that he wasn't 'like that'. 

Now, after the afternoon romp was over, Carl Scroggins was still haunted by what had happened in Gabe Giavoni's office and on top of that, he was also now $150 more in the hole.

The thought of Gabe having those incriminating photos, documenting Carl's vile act, also did nothing to improve Carl's mood as he stoicly began walking over to the checkout desk.

Running the rest of his weeks schedule through his head, Carl was thankful that he was leaving the next day for a 2 day business trip to New Orleans. Besides the fact that he sorely needed some time away to put everything in perspective and to clear his mind, Carl also saw a glimmer of optimistic hope in the chance to spend two nights on the riverboats on the Mississippi trying to win enough money to cover his debts. Like an sick gambler, knowing he only had half of the money Gabe was demanding, Carl actually thought he could take the money he had to New Orleans, double it, and then bring it home to make everything OK.

* * * * *

In a scene pulled straight from Tammy Scroggins's most macabre nightmare, she looked straight up at her bedroom ceiling imagining the sky was falling down on her as she waited for the boys that had been blackmailing her to arrive.

"Leave the back door unlocked," they had said.

She had complied.

"Be lying on your bed...completely naked," they had demanded.

She had also complied. Looking down disbelieving over her naked frame, Tammy was struck by her stark paleness in the mid afternoon sunlight.

"Wear a blindfold!" they had ordered as well.

That was one demand Tammy still hadn't brought herself to comply with just yet. A long, heavy scarf sat on the pillow beside her, waiting to be put on, but Tammy hadn't yet worked up enough courage to cover her eyes, knowing two complete strangers would soon be in her house, coming upstairs for her.

The absurdity of it all had long since blown Tammy's rational mind but one thing she did understand was that the boys were not playing any games and they had backed up every threat they had made to her.

If there was any positive in what was about to happen, it was the fact that Tammy had sent Carl on his way an hour earlier for a two day business trip to New Orleans. Tammy knew, no matter what happened in her bedroom in the coming hours, seeing her husband of 17 years afterwards and having to sleep in that same bed would be absolute Hell.

Laying in the quiet stillness of her bedroom, trying desperately to keep her mind focused on anything but what was impending, Tammy couldn't help but jump and twitch each time she heard a car mother down the street or door slam shut in the neighborhood around her, fearing the next act of her nightmare was about to begin.

Sneaking a peek at the clock beside her bed, Tammy swore time had almost stopped seeing the second hand move with the speed on an elderly Florida driver around the clock face.

"How long do I have to wait here?" Tammy asked herself, not even realizing the sheer fact she had asked herself the question meant she had subconsciously submitted to her fate.

In an attempt to keep herself from having to look at the clock or the pictures of her husband and kids that lined the walls of her bedroom, Tammy was left with no choice but to look down and awkwardly size up her naked body. Over the years, Tammy's body had become a stranger to her, in that whenever she was naked in a sexual situation, her and Carl had more times than not, ended up doing it with the lights off.

Laying there now, completely displayed for a couple of thuggish strangers on her own bed, Tammy felt an eerie sense of detachment as she admired the heaviness of her breasts and her fleshy but toned thighs.

At about 20 minutes after 11, Tammy had seriously started to lose her patience. Just as her brain was about to send out the message to her legs to rise and stand up, putting an end to the silly charade she was taking part in, the unmistakable sound of the back door in the kitchen downstairs opening jarred her senses.

"Oh my God," Tammy mouthed. "This can't be happening."

Hearing at least two sets of shoes echoing across the linoleum downstairs, Tammy instinctively reached for the scarf beside of her, hastily tying it around her head to comply with the clear orders she had been given. Blindfolded now for her blackmailers, all Tammy could do was hold her breath as the two men made their way upstairs to do Lord knows what to her.

"OHH...SHHITT," Tammy cringed, a horrible idea bursting into her head. "What if one of the kids snuck home early from school...what if they are the ones walking upstairs to their bedroom with one of their friends...my bedroom door is wide open...and I'm completely naked! I've got to get up!"

"Stay right here," another inner voice told Tammy sternly, for her own good. Fear had gripped her so complexly, Tammy probably couldn't have moved if she had tried.

Adjusting her head slightly so that the knot tied in the scarf behind her head didn't grind into her scalp, Tammy laid there in her self imposed darkness as if she was awaiting surgery.

She could vividly hear at least two sets of heavy footsteps walk through the kitchen until the steady walking sound went silent. "They are in the living room... on the carpet," Tammy guessed correctly.

* * * * *

"Its right up the stairs there J," Kelly pointed and whispered, knowing the layout of the house from the day he pilfered Tammy's pictures from her nightstand.




Under the Flag Ch. 5



"We're gonna get shot," Jahon replied, gingerly following his roommate's lead, not knowing what to expect as their overzealous sense of sexual conquest carried them into uncharted territory.

"I think we're home-free Dawg," Kelly assured. "We told her to leave the door open...she did. We've been sitting outside for 2 hours watching the house. Her husband left an hour ago and hasn't come back...I bet the bitch is up there naked...just waiting for us!"

Jahon just shook his head, hoping Kelly was right.

Approaching the foot of the steps that led to the upstairs bedrooms, both Jahon and Kelly paused for a moment, taking final stock in what they were about to do.

"Ready," Kelly sighed.

"As I'll ever be," Jahon replied excitedly.

With that, both young men began trudging up the steps in their heavy brown leather workboots. As the upstairs hallway drifted into view, each guy focused his gaze down the long hall, directly at the room all the way at the end where sunlight was shining brightly out of.

"That's her bedroom," Kelly whispered, nudging Jahon with his elbow.

Inching up the hall one tentative step at a time, Kelly and Jahon's senses were keenly tuned in as each kept one hand on the pistol they carried in their pants pocket, just in case.

* * * * *

Laying on her own bed, feeling vaguely like a kidnapped earthling that was spread out and blindfolded on an alien's examining table, Tammy's heart pounded in her chest with every step closer Jahon and Kelly took down the hall.

Tammy's mouth had become so dry, she had to fight to keep her tongue from blocking her throat as the weighty sounds of impending doom neared just outside her bedroom door. Whether it more instinct or women's intuition, Tammy suddenly felt the real presence of heated stares burn her skin as she waited there, completely exposed but unable to see.

* * * * *

"DAMN" Kelly and Jahon both gasped when they got their first full view of the white woman they had been manipulating, stripped naked.

Admiring the lurid way Tammy's milky white skin glimmered under the sliver of light that shined like a laser through the slightly opened curtain, both boys shook their heads, not believing they really held the power to make this married woman, that was twice their age, strip herself bare and lay on her own bed, blindfolded, waiting for them to come. Looking at each other with cautious cockiness, both young men took a deep breath before advancing inside the Scroggins bedroom.

Nearing Tammy, both Jahon and Kelly could clearly see the woman's leg and stomach muscles nervously twitch, a clear signal that she knew the boys were right there above her.

Spreading out to flank the bed, Jahon stayed on the left side while Kelly drifted over to the right, each squeezing his crotch heartily through his jeans as they looked down on the naked woman below.

Gazing at Tammy's partially obstructed face, both boys could see Tammy's pink lips quiver as fitful gasps of air bellowed in and out of her lungs. "Those are the same lips that sucked us off the other day," Kelly silently nodded to Jahon on the other side of the bed.

Leering at the way Tammy's soft titflesh spilled across her pale white chest and the litany of goosebumps that lined them, neither kid had to guess as to Tammy's state of mind. It was clear the married white woman had submitted to them and now they were on the verge of taking full advantage of it.

Anxious to touch Tammy's long flowing blonde hair spilling across the pillow beneath her head, Kelly lowered his right hand towards the shivering woman, preparing to stake his claim.

* * * * *

Tammy's body lurched off the bedsheets, her back arching as if she had just been jolted with electricity when Kelly softly grazed his fingers across her forehead and hair.

Recoiling slightly from Tammy's spastic reaction, Kelly and Jahon waited a moment before inching forward again, each salivating at the sight of Tammy, helplessly writhing between them.

Her back still arced, Tammy's leg muscles slowly eased their tension as she settled back down, flat against the mattress.

Trapped in the murky darkness that the blindfold created, Tammy had no clue what the intruders looked like, only that they were standing above her in her very own house and she had been forced to strip herself completely for them, offering to them whatever they wanted to take, just to maintain her gloryhole secret.

Tammy felt the hot rush of blood pool in her cheeks as a scathing blush appeared across her face. Unfortunately for Tammy, lost in the detachment of her own cowering fear, she didn't realize that her cheeks weren't the only thing that blood was rushing to.

Standing directly above Tammy's midrift, Jahon breathed with excited anticipation as he gazed down at her. Slowly, something familiar started to percolate inside Jahon's acute senses, bringing a coy, wondrous smile to his youthful face.

Despite the fact that Tammy was clearly scared to death, laying naked and helpless there on the bed, both Kelly and Jahon witnessed the clear evidence of Tammy's curious arousal. The married mother of two's flowering pink vaginal lips were puckering out from the fleece of her golden pubic bush.

Unable to control his lust, Jahon reached down towards the inviting target, brushing his rough fingers across Tammy's exposed snatch. Tammy's rear end jumped up off the bed with savage, explosive force causing Jahon to look up at Kelly. The two boys shared a wide eyed grin of unexpected opportunity when Tammy attempted to wrap her crotch around Jahon's probing hand.

Scissoring his index and middle fingers together, Jahon pinched Tammy's moistening pussy until its greasy nectar seeped into his pores.

Jahon could sense Tammy's mind was fighting her body's will as the blindfolded woman humped back awkwardly against his hand. Extending his ring finger, as his first two digits tore at Tammy's cunt, Jahon teased her tightly closed anus until his fingertip created a slight opening in Tammy's asshole.

Tapping his ring finger against the miniscule crack, Jahon's already joyous expression brightened even more when the first traces of Tammy's pussy juice dribbled down the backside of her ass, coating Jahon's other fingers.

In the meantime, Kelly rubbed his strong dark hands gently across Tammy's soft facial features, still watching every move Jahon made between the naked woman's legs . Easing his fingers down over Tammy's chin, Kelly swirled his fingers across her trembling lips, waiting for the woman to open her mouth to exhale.

Unable to deny her need for oxygen any longer with Jahon molesting her body's most sensitive spot, Tammy's mouth finally cracked open allowing Kelly waiting fingers to creep in.

Feeling the same tongue that had made him cum a few days earlier now swirling between his digits, Kelly's dick bulged, forcing the crotch of his pants to expand at least 5 inches out.

Lowering his free hand down onto Tammy's torso, he feverishly explored the naked woman's freckled chest until he began wantingly kneading the jiggly flesh of Tammy's snow white titties.

Flicking Tammy's nipples one at a time, Kelly smiled up at Jahon and proudly saw his friend smile back when Tammy's nipples expanded to the size of juicy grapes between his fingers.

"I think she's in Hell...she looks like she's being tortured ...huh," Jahon nodded back to Kelly sarcastically.

As Jahon tried removing his hand from Tammy's cunt, ready to spread her legs open so that his throbbing dick could get some relief, his eyes suddenly bugged out in complete surprise when he realized Tammy had clamped down on his hand with her thighs.

"OH...SHIT," Jahon sighed down to Tammy. "Need to cum right now ...huh?"

Jahon and Kelly watched as Tammy's head swung left to right rapidly on her pillow. Unable to see her eyes behind the scarf, both boys satisfiedly gauged Tammy's state of arousal by the way her vaginal secretions leaked from her cunt like a dripping faucet onto Jahon's glistening black hand.

"Her fuckin' juice is half way up your forearm, Dawg," Kelly observed wondrously as he continued groping Tammy's titties.

Sensing the ethereal vibe surrounding them in the room start to intensify, Kelly and Jahon's expressions took on a look of childlike amazement when Tammy's body drifted into a state of glowing, private ecstasy.

It was as if an internal detonation was taking place inside Tammy's body, much the same way hot and cold air collide to make a thunderstorm, causing every inch of Tammy's 120 pound frame to convulse in a harrowing, chaotic fit.

"SSSHHAAA...FFFUUUCCKKKAAAAAHHH," Tammy screamed in an Exorcist-like howl as both boys looked on in shock.

"Whoa," Jahon whispered to himself, his hand still clenched tightly in the sloppy moist vice of Tammy's thighs.

"I know exactly what I want to do with her now," Jahon bristled, the genesis of a twisted idea emerging in his head.

Keeping his fingers buried against the still throbbing, raw entrance of Tammy's blonde cunt, Jahon reached underneath the woman's body with his other strong arm, scooping her off the bed as tidal waves of cum induced adrenaline continued to tear through her quaking body.

Feeling her helpless, writhing body being lifted into the air, Tammy became disoriented behind her blindfold as Jahon slowly carried her out of her bedroom.

Watching the way Tammy's long blonde hair and creamy white body intertwined with Jahon's arms and chest as he carried her away, Kelly was left with a curious and unsure expression. "Where are you taking her?" He asked.

"Downstairs for another photo-op," Jahon replied cryptically as he easily carried the woman, who was no more now than a burning heap of fleshy electricity after her first orgasm, out of her bedroom and into the hall.

* * * * *

"GGGAAWWDDDDAAAMMMIIITTTT!" Carl Scroggins cursed, loud enough so that everyone within 20 feet of him inside the Montgomery airport turned to look.

In his haste to get out of the house and to the airport in time for his flight, Carl had forgotten to grab the case with his laptop computer and notes for his business trip.

Not at all aware of the paralyzed silence he had created around himself from his loud expletive filled outburst, Carl kicked and screamed his way to the ticket counter, hoping he could exchange tickets for a later flight so that he could run home to get his stuff.

After finally getting somewhere with the desk clerk, Carl shoved the new coach ticket for a flight in three hours to the Big Easy into his pants pocket and then raced to the parking deck to get his car.

* * * * *

Still dizzied and blindfolded, Tammy was able to sneak a dazed peek out of the bottom of the scarf, down to the floor beneath. Seeing her weight being supported by a muscular black arm as she bounced down the hall, Tammy tried making some sense of what was about to happen her.

Snuggled against Jahon's warm chest, Tammy felt herself curl into a fetal-like position when her body started to jar as Jahon took her down the steps.

Watching as his friend carried the married white woman from her own bedroom, down the stairs, through the living room and finally down the basement steps, Kelly finally got an inkling of what Jahon was up to. Remembering the layout of the basement, as Kelly descended the steps behind Jahon and Tammy, he looked up and saw the huge confederate flag that adorned the wall at the far end of the downstairs playroom.

Watching as Jahon securely hauled Tammy's naked body directly towards the wall where the old flag hung, Kelly's face brightened in greedy anticipation of what they were about to do to her...

To Be Continued...



Under the Flag Ch. 6



Knowing her house like the back of her hand, Tammy could mentally picture her journey downstairs in Jahon's arms, despite the fact that she still was blindfolded.

"Why are they taking me down here...shouldn't they be finished with me," Tammy questioned herself naively, feeling the damp, musty air of the basement fill her lungs.

"Why aren't you fighting him?" another more gruff, inner voice accusingly spat as her body helplessly collapsed against Jahon's flexed muscles.

"I'm just too tired to fight any more...my body is tired...my mind is spent...I just... can't... fight... any...more," Tammy sobbed silently, an entire life of stressful buildup now releasing in submissive fury as a black kid that was half her age carried her naked body downstairs to the family basement.

"She's like dead weight," Jahon gritted out loud, trying to keep his balance as he prepared to deposit Tammy's withering frame down near the wall.

Nearing the side of the basement where the Confederate flag hung in all its glory, Jahon slowed down and steadied himself as he lowered Tammy, as gently as he could, to the thick gray shag carpet below.

"OOOHHHH," Jahon sighed as he dropped Tammy to the floor. After freeing himself of the load he had carried all the way down from the upstairs bedroom, Jahon spent a few moments stretching out his back, admiring the naked blonde woman at his feet as Kelly moved up beside him.

Both boys began undressing as they gazed down at Tammy, watching the radiant way her skin seemed to glow from her post orgasmic bliss.

"She's too tired to move," Kelly laughed, unbuckling his belt.

"That...or she's too scared...you should have felt her trembling like a little kid when I was carrying her down here," Jahon added, matter-of-factly.

"Hahahaha...Tell ya what Dawg... I've been saving my shit up all day for this...let me get first crack at that golden pussy," Kelly offered as he dropped his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them.

"Go for it, Dawg," Jahon replied. "I'll go upstairs and get the camera set up."

Strutting through the large house as if he owned the place, in nothing more than a pair of slick boxer shorts, Jahon ascended the steps and made his way towards the back door in the kitchen where he had strategically left a duffel bag with a few supplies.

Reaching down to unzip the gym bag, Jahon took a deep breath, looking out the back window at some of the quiet suburban houses surrounding the Scroggins homestead.

"I wonder what's goin' on behind closed doors over there?" Jahon wondered out loud.

Grabbing the small camera he had brought along just in case his plan fell into place, Jahon turned to make his way back downstairs. As he was preparing to leave the kitchen however, the sight of the refrigerator caught his eye.

Walking over to it, Jahon reached in a grabbed a beer for himself and one for Kelly before heading back down to the illicit festivities going on in the basement.

* * * * *

Darting through the midday Montgomery traffic as if he was a cockroach on crack, Carl Scroggins raced home to get his forgotten work supplies before his flight left. He had thought momentarily about calling home to get Tammy to gather his stuff and meet him halfway to save some time, but just as he was about to reach for his cell phone, he remembered his wife saying something about going out to look for a new job before she had to pick the kids up from school.

Not really wanting to talk to her that much anyway, Carl just decided to go all the way home and get it himself.

Pressing the gas pedal down harder, all the familiar landmarks leading to his neighborhood passed by at 50 mph as he neared his home.

* * * * *

Descending the basement steps with cocksure confidence, Jahon teased his cock through his boxers with his left hand while adjusting the camera with his right.

As he reached the landing, Jahon was able to survey the expanse of the basement, seeing Kelly all the way across the room by the wall, lowering his black body right down on top of the naked housewife, underneath the large rebel flag nailed to the wall above.

It looked like a carnal eclipse of black covering white as Kelly slowly worked his cock into the married woman's already greasy cunt. 

"Give it to the Bitch good," Jahon haughtily shouted across the room as he walked closer, admiring the way his friend's dark chiseled body drove mightily into Tammy's soft white frame.

"Make her feel what a Nigga's cock feels like Dawg," Jahon beamed.

"No Problem," Kelly winced as he stabbed his massive joint inside the blindfolded woman's blonde, hair-rimmed womb.

Placing both his hands down firmly on the carpet below, his fists to each side of Tammy's head to support himself, Kelly nudged the head of his ebony monster between the tight, ill-prepared folds of Tammy's snatch.

'YYYEEAAHHH," Kelly bristled as the sinewy muscles in his legs, hips and back flexed mightily.

Looking over his shoulder as he ground away on top of Tammy, Kelly could see Jahon ease up beside him with the camera in hand.

"You're gonna get some fuckin' A good shots, J," Kelly promised, as he drove his pelvis ruthlessly into Tammy's widely splayed crotch.

Returning his focus to Tammy, Kelly dropped his all his weight on top of hers, feeling her fleshy breasts mash against his rock hard pectoral muscles as the vibration of Tammy's rapid heartbeat rippled out of her chest cavity and into his.

"Work that cunt...yeahhhh...come on now...you're gettin' it Girl," Kelly hissed down to Tammy approvingly, his lips right over top of hers.

"UUMM...UUMMM, Kelly growled, his body twisting and contorting furiously as he grinded his manhood deeper into the white woman's snatch.

"Like that Bitch," Kelly growled, biting Tammy's lips with his front teeth slightly as he pounded away on top of her.

Waiting a moment for a response, Kelly's intense expression altered slightly when he heard Tammy let out an involuntary, almost inaudible "MMMMM...AAAHHHH".

"What was that?" Kelly questioned, looking as if he was an impatient drill sergeant right above Tammy's shell-shocked face.

Sitting his beer down on the side of the pool table, Jahon briskly eased up beside Kelly to get a full view of what his friend was doing to the spasming woman.

"God Damn...Fuck...that...cunt," Jahon whistled admiringly.

"AAAHH...AAAHHH," Tammy gasped, barely loud enough for both boys to hear, as her ability to contain her pained but needy lust diminished.

The unmistakable squishing sound of Kelly's cock burrowing through Tammy's wet snatch filled the silent basement as the woman's quivering legs slowly levitated, her heels eventually digging into Kelly's back in an attempt to find something tangible to hold onto for support.

Watching Tammy's lily white legs wrap around Kelly's pumping frame, Jahon cock hardened, jutting out the peehole of his boxers like a curious black snake. Looking down to see his steely manhood poking free, Jahon casually reached down and massaged it, deciding it was time he took his shorts off and joined the other two, being completely naked.

"You like that...huh...you like the way that cock...that black cock feels inside you," Kelly implored, his fuck rhythms now a constant blur.

Several seconds once again passed before any sounds escaped Tammy's shaky lips.

"Uhhh...uuuhhh...hhhuhh," Tammy finally moaned disjointedly.

"HUH...WHAT...," Kelly once again forcefully asked.

Confident now he could hold himself steady with one arm, Kelly guided his left hand down and dug it under Tammy's fleshy, melon sized ass. Crudely forcing the woman's hips upwards, Kelly was able to ram even more of his dick deeper inside Tammy's delicate womb, causing the married woman to lurch underneath her teenage blackmailer uncontrollably.

"You like that dick in you...don't you?" Kelly said incredulously, sure now Tammy was getting into it. "That feel good...huh...I know it does...don't lie...your pussy is like a fuckin' swamp right now...ain't it...all over some fuckin' black dick."

"OOOHHHHHHAAAAHHHH," Tammy yelled out loud, no longer able to contain the intense lurid pressure building up inside of her.

* * * * *

"What are you doing...stop it...STOP IT!!" Tammy rational inner voice scolded trying to get Tammy's lust crazed side to come to its senses. "Good God Tammy...they are treating you like some kind of animal...they aren't even remotely trying to make love to you...you've got to stop them...these...these Niggers...YOU ARE MARRIED...STOP THEM...YOU CAN'T LET THEM DO THIS TO YOU!" her inner voice droned on.

The sound of that rational inner voice however was steadily rendered mute by the relentless skin on skin pounding Kelly unleashed upon her. The pace Kelly was grinding at forced Tammy's head to lift off the floor slightly, causing her now knotted blonde locks to spray out like fireworks exploding as the black teenager relentlessly plowed her pussy into oblivion.

"GOOOOODDDDDDD...I'M GONNNAAA...CCCUUUMMMMMM," Kelly loudly bellowed, his virile body tensing like a statue for a brief moment before exploding wildly in a savage orgasmic fit.

Pressing Tammy's 120 pound frame all the way into the carpet below, Kelly furiously hammered the gaping pink cunt as he sent his rich, potent white seed as far up into the 36 year old woman's womb as he could. 

With the fingers of his left hand digging at Tammy's asscheeks, Kelly could feel the first traces of his ejaculation ooze out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass, coating his fingers with the sticky residue of his conquest.

Letting his grip on Tammy's ass loosen, Kelly guided his left hand up to Tammy's chest and rubbed the accumulated milky filth on his fingers across Tammy's pale cleavage and jiggling tits.

Looking up at Jahon standing above, both boys shared a wondrous, shit-eating grin. Heartily pulling himself free from Tammy's still grasping pussy, Kelly winked at his friend and simply said, "Your turn."

* * * * *

Carl stole a quick glance at his watch as he hurriedly steered his car into the driveway. "12:36...alright... I've got plenty of time to get my shit together and get back to the airport...if I can only find that damn laptop!" Carl hastily mumbled to himself.

Quickly turning the ignition of the car off, Carl hopped out, slammed the door shut and began walking up the incline to the house.

Almost as if he had eyes in the back of his head, Carl sensed something just wasn't right behind him. Turning abruptly, Carl focused his attention on the backyard as he made his way to the end of the driveway. Looking up to the house on his left Carl started to feel a little queasy. Despite the fact that Tammy's vehicle was sitting in the driveway, the house had a certain dreary deadness to it. There wasn't a single sign of life in any of the windows on the first two floors of the home.

Walking into the backyard, Carl's eyes widened with curiosity when he saw that the back door leading to the kitchen was left ajar for some reason.

As many times as Tammy had scolded him and the kids for leaving doors in similar positions, angry that they were letting either the heat or air conditioning out, Carl knew instantly that something wasn't quite right if Tammy was indeed home. His protective instincts now tweaked, Carl made his way over to the opened back door to investigate.

Preparing to enter the slightly opened door, Carl wetted his mouth to call out for Tammy, trying to find out where she was in the house. As he was rolling his tongue, preparing to call out, Carl looked down and saw something out of the ordinary sitting on the floor beside the door.

A large, unzipped duffel bag sat there increasing Carl's perplexion as to what was going on in his home.

"Damn Kids," was Carl's first reaction. "Those son of a bitches knew I was headed out of town this afternoon...and here they are skipping school right after I left the house. Tammy's van is here...don't tell me she knows about this...SHIT TOO! " Carl bristled, completely wrong in his assessment of the situation.

Taking two confident steps through the doorway of the same house he had paid a mortgage on for over 15 years, Carl Scroggins anxiously searched with his eyes and listened with his ears for a hint of where the kids 'hiding' in the house.

Thinking for a moment he'd call out for them, Carl decided it would be more beneficial just to sneak up on them and give the kids the scare of a lifetime.

Looking to his left, to the wide open door that led downstairs to the basement, Carl proudly nodded his head realizing he had found where the kids were probably at. 

Gliding across the kitchen, already rehearsing over and over in his head what he was going to say when he caught either of his two sons skipping school, Carl neared the top of the steps and prepared to ease his way downstairs.

It didn't take long for Carl to see that his original assessment was dreadfully wrong. Casting his sights on the three people that did actually occupy the basement, Carl was confronted with the most horrible sight that he could have ever imagined.

* * * * *

As he pulled back and stood mockingly above the stretched out woman he had just busted a nut inside of, Kelly rubbed his forearm across his brow removing the beads of sweat that were dripping down his forehead.

"Yo dawg...that's some good shit right there...get yourself over here and finish her off...I'm gonna grab a beer," Kelly sighed to Jahon, between deep breaths.

Walking over to the pool table in the center of the room where Jahon had left him a cold 12oz can of Bud Light, Kelly stretched out his leg muscles, feeling the positively energizing glow of his post orgasmic bliss course through his veins.

Cracking open the can of beer, Kelly watched as Jahon knelt down between Tammy's legs and nudged his crotch closer to hers.

"Should go in like butter," Jahon smiled, seeing from up close just how messy that Tammy's gaping pussy looked. Grabbing his throbbing joint by its base and grinding his hips forward between Tammy's outstretched knees, Jahon could feel Tammy's sticky warmth radiate out onto his massive black, phallic flesh as he drove it closer.

Little did Kelly know however that as he washed down the first swig of beer, that Tammy's husband, Carl, was walking across the kitchen floor upstairs, thinking he was on the verge of catching his kids skipping school. A minute and a half earlier when Kelly had been filling the basement with the sounds of his savage release, Carl Scroggins had been sizing up why the backdoor to his house had been left half opened.

The timing couldn't have been more perfect for Carl to actually enter the house at just the same moment all three participants downstairs were catching their collective breath.

As Kelly watched Jahon take his place between the exhausted woman's trembling and sweaty white thighs, he had absolutely no clue the woman's husband was standing at the top of the steps, looking down over the entire scene with unmitigated shock and disbelief. 

* * * * *

"OOHHH...YYEEAAHHH," Jahon growled in his deepest, Barry Whiteesque voice while stroking his completely rigid ebony pipe in his left hand and Tammy's puckered, cum saturated vagina with his right.

Dribbling his thumb across Tammy's exposed clit, Jahon expertly maneuvered his knees on top of Tammy's pale white thighs, pressing his weight down causing the married woman's crotch to magically open wide once again.

"That's some beautiful cooch," Jahon gleamed. "Just look at that shit glisten."

Splitting Tammy's sizzling vaginal lips with his rough fingers, Jahon guided his hips forward until the head of his uncircumcised black giant dove into the tingly warmth of Tammy Scroggins's cunt.

"SHIT," Tammy forcefully yelped out, her voice painfully resonating all the way through the house, even into the ears of her Husband, who was watching in stunned silence at the top of the steps.

With the head of his cock embedded inside Tammy, Jahon leaned back slightly, adjusting his angle until he was able to force Tammy's thighs further up into the air on top of his knees and muscular, rock solid thighs. 

With Tammy's backside now lifted off the floor, Jahon was able to reach his hands underneath Tammy's body, in the process, squeezing the woman's cum glazed asscheeks like two fleshy, white basketballs.

With Tammy's pussy now arched up at an ideal angle, Jahon was able to simply fall forward allowing his rigid black stalk to dig cruelly into the married woman's sloppy, pink folds.

"UHUHUHUHUHUH," Jahon gasped, feeling his dick descend into Tammy's cunt as if it was drowning in a pool of quicksand.

Salivating as he looked down to see the foreskin of his huge black cock fold backwards as it submerged into Tammy, Jahon looked up at Kelly, acknowledging the great job his friend had done opening the woman's pussy up.

"Come on Bitch...squeeze that cunt around my dick!" Jahon growled down, crudely imploring Tammy to use her pussy like a vice on his drilling manhood.

Thrusting forward with his powerful hips until 3/4ths of his jock was embedded inside of Tammy's womb, Jahon winced when the head of his missile rammed into the back wall of Tammy's molten box.

"GGEEZZZZFFFUUCCKKAAHHH," Tammy hoarsely shouted when she felt Jahon dick smack like the Titanic into her cervix.

Taking one of his hands off Tammy's sweaty asscheeks, Jahon reached up and scoured his fingers through Tammy's long blonde hair, holding the woman's unstable head steady as his manhood stretched her vaginal limits.

With her completely under his control, one hand under her ass and the other steadying her head, Jahon was finally able to build up a pistoning rhythm with his assault.

"Now its time to get fucked, Lady," Jahon bristled ominously.

* * * * *

Carl Scroggins felt a vague sense of hypnotic detachment, much the same way a person thinks they have awakened in the morning, showered and put their clothes on even though when they open their eyes and wake up for real, they find they are still tucked into bed, late for work.

In this case, Carl had saw himself hurdling heroically down the staircase, then casting both black teenagers aside with ease, saving his wife from certain, unfathomable humiliation.

Rubbing his eyes with his knuckles however, Carl realized he was still standing at the top of the steps, helplessly looking on as an intense looking black kid knelt in front of his naked, blindfolded wife, preparing to puncture Tammy with his horse hung erection.

A deep-seated whispering voice reminded Carl that he did have a loaded pistol in his dresser drawer upstairs but his feet had might as well been glued to the floor as he watched the teenager drive his cock into the same pussy that Carl had claimed as his property for the previous 17 years of marriage. Carl simply couldn't move, he could barely even breathe.

* * * * *

With Tammy's pussy tilted up towards him at just the right angle, it only took Jahon 10-15 strokes of his cock inside the soupy warmth to determine just where the woman's Gspot was located. Watching the subtle way Tammy's lips fluttered and nostrils flared with each downward stroke he would initiate, Jahon was able to measure Tammy's visceral reaction until he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, exactly where he needed to drive his dick.

With the location as Tammy's pleasure spot pinned down, Jahon was able to rear back and speed his thrusts up until he was hammering Tammy's pussy like a carpenter driving nails into a 2 by 4. Once he saw Tammy's body start to shake like Jell-O during an earthquake, Jahon knew it was only a matter of time until the woman's body betrayed her once again, forcing her to come a second time for her teenage blackmailers.

* * * * *

Reality had long ceased for Tammy as she drifted in the bleakness of her predicament. Still cloaked in the blackness behind the blindfold, it felt to her as if someone was driving a hot fleshy poker deep inside of her cunt as the fabric of the shag carpet underneath tickled her already goosebumped and sweaty back.




Under the Flag Ch. 6



In the darkness of her own shattered existence, Tammy could see a blinding light approach behind her closed eyelids. Like a freight train rumbling up the tracks towards her inside of a darkened, hallowed out tunnel, Tammy's impending orgasm raced directly for her as the black stud's seething schlong ripped her to the core.

* * * * *

Sensing Tammy's heavy breathing subtly become more rapid and jerky, Jahon knew she was on the verge of letting go. Feeling the slick, constricting warmth of Tammy's cunt squeeze his dick, Jahon realized he was on the verge of cumming as well. Knowing he had to hold back his release for as long as he could to implement his plan fully, Jahon yelled for Kelly to hurry up with the camera so that Kelly could capture a few pictures of Tammy's face exploding at the same moment her pussy did likewise.

Kelly briskly hurried over, camera in hand, just in time to capture Tammy's body bursting into a writhing, heaving fit as her powerful vaginal release caused her to look like nothing more than a bucking bronco at a rodeo that had just been released from its stall.

"GGGAAAWWDDDD...AAAHHHEEEHHHH," Jahon cringed, trying his best to hold back his own orgasm as Tammy flailed crazily underneath his crushing assault.

Off to the side, Jahon could see Kelly click off picture after picture. "Hold back a few shots, Dawg" Jahon gasped. "I've something special in mind."

"I've got 4 left," Kelly replied.

"Perfect," Jahon nodded.

* * * * *

Everything else around Carl Scroggins had become a blur as his grave focus registered nothing but the acid stained image of his wife nakedly submitting to a pair of young black men.

His legs felt like oatmeal underneath him as he swayed side to side, nearly tipping over from his paralyzed dread.

Watching intently as Kelly circled Tammy, snapping off picture after picture, Carl caught himself gazing at the lean and muscular young man who glided like a panther around Tammy's catatonic frame.

Harkening back to a few days earlier when his bookie had cruelly forced Carl to suck his bodyguard's huge dick, Carl sickened when he saw Kelly's equally as massive cock swing like a half limp billy club between the kid's sinewy legs.

Carl was mermerized by the way Kelly's dick seemed to jut out from a dense patch of curly pubic hair and the way his huge, hairy balls shined in the yellowish downstairs light.

Carl tried turning his head from the disgustingly base scene he was witnessing, but each time he did, he had to keep reminding himself that his loving wife of 17 years was the one laying naked down there, with a scarf crudely wrapped around her eyes to keep her from seeing the carnal debacle that was being perpetrated upon her.

"I've got to do something," Carl told himself but still, he did nothing. 

* * * * *

Pulling his still rock solid cock out of Tammy's snatch, Jahon quickly wrapped his left hand around it to keep it on the verge of cumming as he repositioned himself.

Looking down at Tammy sprawled on the floor, both Jahon and Kelly couldn't help but feel an internal sense of accomplishment as they watched the naked woman continue to writhe and squirm from the lingering orgasmic pulsations still coursing through her spent frame.

Ready to bust his nut, Jahon straddled his right leg over top of Tammy's prone body, towering above her as he rapidly pumped his cock. Feeling the presence of his cum bubbling in his balls, Jahon nodded over to Kelly once again to make sure his friend was ready with the camera.

Confidently dropping down, Jahon dug his right knee into the carpet directly beside Tammy's left shoulder. Waiting there for a few seconds, Jahon haughtily groped his crotch a few more times before dropping his left knee down beside Tammy's right shoulder.

With the brunt of his weight now perched on top of Tammy's chest and his heavy, heated balls right below Tammy's tiny white chin, Jahon's cock cast a nearly foot-long shadow across Tammy's blindfolded white face.

"Open your mouth...NOW...BITCH," Jahon hissed down in no uncertain terms to Tammy.

"Think we should take her blindfold off, J...let her see what's she's in for, " Kelly asked Jahon as Jahon masturbated right above Tammy's face. "She'd probably pass out if she saw you jackin' that thing off right in front of her eyes."

"Nahhhh...let her wonder," Jahon answered back. "Besides...we can give her a few of the pictures after we get them developed."

* * * * *

The fact that his delayed flight was departing shortly, Carl continued to stand at the top of the steps, a helpless shell of himself watching as one of the muscular black kids domineeringly took his place above Tammy while the other kid moved in closer with a camera to capture the moment, forever on film.

Carl's face went pale when he saw Jahon drop to his knees and let his body weight press down on top of Tammy's alabaster chest. 

Carl's conscience was telling him that he had to act but as he tried taking a step forward, he couldn't help but realize his pants were straining as if something inside of them was causing tension.

Looking down, Carl saw the unmistakable tent shaped bulge that jutted out the front of his tan trousers. Removing his eyes from the embarrassing sight of his own erection, Carl instinctively looked back downstairs to see Jahon gratuitously pumping his glistening black dick right in front Tammy's blindfolded eyes.

It was then Carl began to understand just why he was starting to feel lightheaded. A lot of the blood that was meant to circulate to his head was being diverted lower, creating a stiff erection in his pants despite the fact that it was his wife on the floor downstairs being violated. Without looking down, preventing him from having to face the reality of his actions, Carl blindly allowed his hand to cup the triangular bulge in front of him while he helplessly watched the vile debauchery below.

* * * * *

"I can't hold it any longer," Jahon gulped to himself, feeling his cum boil to the point of release once again. "Get that camera ready Kelly."

Using his free hand, Jahon nimbly nudged Tammy's lips apart so that he could push his cock into her mouth. Seizing the opening, Jahon forced his erection inside Tammy's mouth, watching with lurid fascination as she wretched from the Intel taste of her own vaginal secretions when she inhaled for air.

"OOHH...YEAAHH," Jahon moaned out loud, feeling as if lightening had struck him when Tammy's tongue glided over his meaty intruder. "Suck my dick like you did back at the bookstore, Lady...make it cum in your mouth again...that's right...swirl that tongue...ahhh...ahhh...aaahhh we gonna make you a black cum addict before we're through, Slut!" 

His body beginning the inevitable bucking rhythm of impending release, Jahon sensed Kelly's presence beside of him, finger on the camera's trigger, ready to catch the picture of a lifetime.

With his cock now fully embedded down Tammy's gullet, Jahon beamed proudly seeing the way Tammy's throat worked to accommodate his virile manhood.

"Won't be long Baby," Jahon promised, grabbing the side of Tammy's head in his hands as he talked down to her.

Clutching Tammy's head, using her mouth the same way he had just used her pussy, Jahon shouted down, giving Tammy her final marching orders.

"Just hold your breath for a second...when you feel that first stream of cum...you...better... not... swallow...do you hear me...HUH...YOU BETTER NOT SWALLOW A DROP OF IT!!" Jahon barked crudely. "I'm keeping my dick in your mouth until its completely finished and I don't want a drop of my cum dripping down your throat...or your chin...until I say so!!"

Unable to hold back a moment longer, Jahon's orgasm tore through his genitals like a rifle report, causing the young man to lurch wildly as his 200 pound frame bucked up and down, right on top of Tammy's breasts.

To her credit, Tammy followed every order Jahon had given her as her mouth rapidly filled like a reservoir with the boy's salty, milk-like ejaculate.

Pulling his throbbing cock free from Tammy's gaping mouth, Jahon told her to close her lips immediately so she didn't lose any of his jizz.

"Don't breathe...don't swallow...don't even blink," Jahon ordered, as Kelly leaned in with the camera.

Seeing Tammy's cheeks obscenely bulging out from the sticky, seminal cargo she was concealing, Jahon eased down and coldly whispered into the married woman's ear.

"OK now...open those lips and let us see what you got in there," Jahon cooed.

Desperately needing a breath of fresh oxygen, Tammy immediately did what she was told.

The instant she parted her lips, spoonfuls of shiny cum oozed from Tammy's mouth as if she was regurgitating a vanilla milkshake.

Kelly immediately clicked off a picture of Jahon's cum rushing down the front of Tammy's chin, dangling there like a sticky wet icicle for all to see.

Both boys felt their insides tingle from the graphic sight, but when they heard the hoarse way Tammy coughed as she swallowed what cum was left in her mouth, they almost felt sorry for her.

Looking up at the Confederate Flag that lazily hung directly above them however, Jahon and Kelly looked back down at Tammy, then at each other, and felt oddly vindicated for what they had done.

* * * * *

With the glow from their orgasms now in full bloom, Jahon and Kelly walked over to the pool table to finish off their pilfered beers. After successfully carrying out their wicked plan, reality started to set in and both boys sensed that they probably should start getting dressed and disappear as quickly as they could. 

The mellow relief that comes with an orgasm drifted onto both teenagers as they hurriedly through their clothes back on. 

"I could use a smoke," Kelly laughed.

"Me too," Jahon agreed as he looked for his shoes.

Looking down at Tammy, knowing she could hear every word they were saying, Jahon and Kelly sensed the married woman was doing what a clerk would after her store had been robbed. She would lay there until she knew the coast was clear before getting up to make some sense of it all.

Even though they would have desperately loved to see Tammy's reaction when she finally did remove her blindfold and saw what kind of hellish fury the kids had unleashed upon her naked body, Kelly and Jahon knew their best case scenario was to get out of the house as soon as possible.

Just as they were about to make their way upstairs, they heard the unmistakable creak of the floor above them.

"OOHH...SSHHIITT," Kelly gasped. "We gotta get out of here...somebody's up there"

"Calm down...calm down," Jahon soothed, obviously flustered himself as well.

Grabbing Kelly by his elbow, Jahon tapped his coat pocket as soon as Kelly turned around, reminding his friend that they had bought a little semi automatic insurance policy in case things did get screwy.

"There's the basement door over there...I don't know about you though...but I'm not ready to leave quite yet," Jahon whispered, his confidence returning upon remembering the gun.

"I don't know, Dawg...lets just get the fuck outta here," Kelly said sensibly.

Making a quick beeline for the basement door, Jahon swung it open before slamming it shut, making it sound as if whoever was down there had just left quickly.

Grabbing Kelly by the arm, Jahon rushed over to the other corner of the basement and dove behind several stacked boxes, waiting to see if whoever else was in the house would make their way downstairs to check things out...

To Be Continued...



Under the Flag Ch. 7



Feeling like a stranger in his own home as he watched with numb fascination and dread, the two boys downstairs take full advantage of his wife, Carl suddenly became disoriented, losing his balance and falling against the wall to his left.

In his haste to gather himself, Carl spread out his arms and legs and smacked awkwardly into the wall, causing the sound that had startled Jahon and Kelly, in the basement.

Sensing he had spooked them, Carl clumsily tiptoed away from the basement door, charging for the hall closet to hide, just in case the two intruders downstairs decided to come up and investigate.

Before he could reach the safety of the closet however, Carl was stopped cold in his tracks by the sound of the basement door downstairs slamming shut.

"They're gone," Carl whispered to himself as if he didn't believe it.

Taking a few tentative steps back towards the basement steps, Carl felt slightly more emboldened to go down and check on the welfare of his wife, as long as the two kids were really gone.

As he walked forward, Carl immediately felt the wet stain that permeated the front of his pants. Stopping before he could reach the first step, Carl cringed at the sight of his tan trousers, darkened in front of the crotch, not knowing if it was because he had came watching those two thugs debase his wife, or if he had lost complete bladder control when he had toppled over, startling the boys downstairs as well as himself. 

Reaffirming his will to go downstairs and be a man, Carl turned sideways slightly so that the wet stain on the front of his pants wasn't so obvious.

Descending the same stairwell he had thousands of times before, Carl hesitantly approached the base of the steps as if he had never been down there before.

Looking side to side with hyperactive fear, Carl nervously tried to make sure the intruders had, in fact, left.

By the time he had reached the bottom of the steps, Carl could clearly see his naked wife on the floor, blindfolded and glistening with the smeared remnants of both boys' savage lust.

"Dear God," Carl mouthed as he stared openly at his fallen wife. Turning his head towards the basement door, Carl softly walked over and looked out of the window, just to make sure the kids had exited the house.

Confident that they had, Carl turned back towards Tammy and started the long, tedious walk to where his wife was laying prone on the basement floor. As he trudged across the room, Carl had no idea both boys were still in his house, watching breathlessly as they hid, focusing on the home's owner as he went to tend to his stripped and brutally fucked wife.

* * * * *

Laying there on the floor of her basement, her naked skin tingling and itchy from the ordeal she had just been through, Tammy couldn't begin to fathom the sensations and conflicting emotions coursing through her body. While she had experienced true sexual gratification in the past, what she as feeling now rippling from head to toe was completely off the charts. While the primal, bestial release was part of her clouded internal state, something even deeper gnawed at her conscience.

The circumstances of how that sexual release had came about had really started to haunt her. Tammy Scroggins had always fancied herself a strong willed, independent and no nonsense, modern woman. What she was fighting now was the reality that she had put up absolutely no resistance to anything that the teenage blackmailers had forced her to do. Not when they had posted semi naked pictures of her at her place of employment, effectively costing her the job. Not when they forced her to do ungodly acts inside an adult bookstore, not even that day in her very own house.

"YOU LET THEM," The internal voice yelled. "AND YOU ENJOYED IT...YOU LET THEM MAKE YOU CUM...NOT ONCE...BUT TWICE!!"

Having lost all concept of time and space, Tammy was content to just lay there naked, and blindfolded until she received a sign from a higher power that it was OK to move. When Tammy heard the basement door slam shut, followed by nothing but the hissing of the blood rushing in her ears, Tammy was almost certain her tormentors had left, satisfied with their carnal conquest.

Laying there, thinking she was all alone, Tammy swore she could hear the sound of approaching breathing, but in her disorientated state, she just assumed it was her own breath echoing between the cinderblock walls of the basement.

Patting her palms across her belly in an attempt to comfort herself, Tammy ardently wretched feeling the sticky traces of both young men's lust as it coated her fingers. It seemed everywhere she tried guiding her fingertips across her goosebumped flesh, the creamy emissions that had been deposited on her seemed to cover every inch of her body.

Subconsciously, Tammy could still hear the sound of the far off breathing getting closer, but with her mind going off in so many different directions, the reality that there was actually still someone in the house didn't register fully until she felt the unmistakable vibrations of footsteps ripple through her prone, naked flesh as she rested there on her back.

"OH GOD," Tammy cried internally, "There back!"

A moment later Tammy felt someone else's fingertips graze against her numb skin. Thinking for a moment that in her confusion it may have been her own fingers doing the touching, what was left of her rational mind told her that the fingers now exploring her were dry ones, not wet like hers already were.

Still blindfolded and helpless to visually see who was there, Tammy easily drifted back into her submissive role, allowing whoever was there to have their unfettered way with her. 

* * * * *

Drifting across the dingy basement floor, over to the far corner where his wife was laid out near the pool table, Carl internally acknowledged the recurring sexual fantasy that he had replayed over the years of having his lovely and faithful wife completely degraded sexually. The reality of actually seeing Tammy in that position led to a multitude of complex emotions and options for Carl as he finally eased up to Tammy's withering body. Standing above her, unsure of what to do, Carl's eyes burned with a strange, dark emptiness as he dropped down to the floor beside of his wife of 17 years.

Carl's conflicting concerns for Tammy's goodwill and safety collided with his desperate, lustful cravings to see her thoroughly debased until his brain felt as if there was a hurricane raging inside of his head. 

Reaching down with both arms, Carl guided his hands tenderly down each side of Tammy's back with the clear intention of tenderly scooping her up and carrying her to safety.

As soon as his fingertips locked into Tammy's flesh however, Carl couldn't help but feel the copious amounts of seminal residue covering Tammy's pale white skin as it drenched his hands. Instantly realizing what the sticky feeling was, another quaking jolt of lurid wantonness triggered a much more primal and decrepit reaction for Carl towards his cowering wife.

Feeling Tammy's body tense a soon as he tried wrapping his arms around her, Carl correctly guessed that his wife had thought the intruders had come back to take whatever dignity she had left. Sensing her continued submissiveness, and overcome with his own dreamlike karma that came with witnessing what he just had for the past half hour, Carl Scroggins decided to do something he had only dreamed of doing.

Gently letting the grip of his intended hug fall away, Carl slowly eased his trembling hands down Tammy's sweat and cum covered torso until his fingers had traced a nervous beeline for Tammy's saturated, semen soaked cunt. Looking down, Carl felt his stomach roll at the same time his dick tingled, seeing the way Tammy's vaginal lips stretched to ungodly proportions while her blonde pubic mound matted from the white creamy lust the two black boys had deposited all over her crotch.

Quickly stealing a peek at his wife's face to make sure her blindfold was still securely tied, Carl slowly moved his face closer to Tammy's steaming genitals. The stench of sex was overwhelming as Carl lowered his face towards the swampy target of his wife's pussy.

"GOD...DAMMITT.... WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?" Carl's conscience demanded to know as he held his breath, closing in on his sick destiny.

Reaching out with his right hand to steady himself, Carl grazed his thumb across Tammy's still exposed clit, causing his wife to gyrate violently from the sheer overwhelming stress her most sensitive nerve endings had already been put through.

Hearing the shrill sounds of his wife's cry fill the basement, Carl bit his own lip to keep from sighing as he moved his mouth still closer.

Basking in the steambath-like heat radiating from his wife's snatch, Carl opened his mouth as wide as it could go, closed his eyes and let the salty pungency wafting up from Tammy's well fucked cunt fill his senses.

* * * * *

Kelly and Jahon watched from their hiding place with baited breath as Carl Scroggins tenderly approached his wife laying there on the floor, walking towards her with all the concern of a mortified but loving husband should in that situation. Seeing Carl begin to scoop Tammy up in his arms, both teenagers assumed Carl was about to carry her upstairs, giving them the chance to sneak out the basement door safely.

Watching as Carl seemed to deal with an internal dilemma while picking up his wife, Jahon and Kelly looked at each other curiously when they saw Carl gently lay his wife back down on the floor.

"What the fuck is he doing?" Jahon's expression seemed to ask when he saw Carl's hands hypnotically drift down Tammy's naked body, coming to a stop directly beside her cream filled fissure.

"Looks like he's about to make a complete asshole out of himself," Kelly's quizzical expression answered back when he saw Carl lower his face right into the swampy mess between Tammy's legs.

When Tammy's husband pressed her thighs apart and furtively dropped his face into the same glistening pink vaginal entrance that Kelly and Jahon had just pillaged no more than 30 minutes earlier, an unsettling sense of unreality washed over the two stunned teenagers.

"Look Dawg...he's eatin' her fuckin' pussy out," Jahon sighed, doing his best to keep from laughing out loud.

"Look at him go, J....he's lappin' that shit up like a dog at his bowl," Kelly responded.

The two boys knelt there watching for a few moments until Jahon lost patience and made a monumental decision. Easing out quietly from behind the stacked boxes, Jahon started to make his way straight towards Carl and Tammy. 

"Where the Hell are you going J....HEY...HEY MAN...WAIT," Kelly whispered, knowing Jahon had no way of hearing him with his back turned.

Smacking his hands against the boxes in frustration, Kelly knew he had to go join Jahon in whatever he had planned to do. For better or worse, Kelly knew they had to stick together.

* * * * *

"They've come back...OHHH ...CHRIST...they've come back for me," Tammy cried to herself as her eyes watered underneath the blindfold.

Thinking at first it was the two black tormentors coming back to take whatever else they could from her sexually, something deep inside Tammy's instinctual core told her that there was something very different about the way the hands now groping her felt compared to the other two boys.

When she felt her thighs be pushed apart once again and the cold damp air of the basement rush against her buzzing and exposed vaginal folds, Tammy's mouth parted open and let out a bloodcurdling gasp.

Whoever it was between her legs stopped their advances momentarily upon hearing her shrill sigh but after a second or two continued their vaginal probes. Feeling a pair of cold cheeks drift down the insides of her bare thighs, Tammy clenched her teeth together tightly, sensing what was inevitably coming next.

When she felt the unmistakable sensation of a pair of human lips colliding with her obscenely stretched lips and a tongue start to dive into her salty, sperm filled cunt, Tammy arched her hips wildly, unable to control her spastic reaction.

"GGEEEEZZZ," Tammy bristled out loud, slapping her thighs together around the man's head in ecstatic agony. It could have been Satan himself eating her out, it didn't matter. Whenever someone had grazed their tongue over such an ultra-sensitive spot after the brutal pounding it had just received, no woman would have been able to harness her wanton reaction to it.

* * * * *

Carl Scroggins's comprehension of reality had been put on mute as he dove between Tammy's thighs, swirling, licking, poking, and prodding his tongue, lips and teeth inside his wife's glazed and greasy cunt. Having long ago tired of the foreplay that highlighted the first couple of years of their relationship, the last decade of the Scroggins marriage had deteriorated to the point that the only time Carl ever went down on Tammy was when he needed to ask her a favor.

Carl had long insisted on taking the dominant role during sex with his wife so what he was doing now made it that much more out of character for him. Carl had, in effect, had detached himself from his cognitive senses much the same way he had days earlier when his bookie had forced him to perform fellatio on the black bodyguard as a gesture to promise to repay his gambling debts.

Hungrily pressing his lips into his wife's syrupy depths, Carl basked in the wonderful feeling of Tammy's soft thighs mashing his head. Little did he know however, with his ears closed off to the outside world, his perverted attempts to satisfy his wife orally were about to be convincingly brought to a halt.

* * * * *

The voice of reason and sanity that kept churping up to Tammy from deep inside of her psyche told her that she was pure trash for allowing debasement after debasement to occur without so much as putting up a fight. Here she was now, allowing someone to slurp out the cum from her pussy like it was the cream inside an eclair and all she could do to show resistance to it was to lovingly wrap her thighs around the person's head like a vice and to grind her pussy harder against his face.

When she felt the lips, teeth and tongue of that stranger suddenly pull back from her clenching thighs as if the person had been jerked away forcefully, without warning, Tammy's body tensed into a naked ball on the shaggy carpet from her sudden jolt of fear. Laying there in the fetal position, it never once dawned on Tammy to remove the scarf covering her eyes to actually see for herself what was happening. The Hell of the darkness she had grown accustomed to over the past hour was, to her, safer than the Hell waiting on the other side of the blindfold.

* * * * *

With his eyeballs spinning like the symbols on the front of a slot machine, Carl spent a few torturous moments trying to determine just what had happened. Once he was finally able to focus, Carl crept his weary gaze upwards until he saw Jahon's snarling black face staring back at him from above.

Looking directly into the young man's scary, glaring eyes, Carl suddenly realized that the guys that had just fucked his wife really hadn't left yet. As Carl tried to breathe with Jahon's hand blocking his passageway of air, Carl couldn't help but taste the residue of his wife's arousal all over the kid's meaty fingers.

"What are we going to do with him?" Carl heard the other kid in the room ask.

"I...don't...know," Jahon replied, cruelly enjoying the fact that the grown man was fearfully trembling in his grip. "Maybe we can just let this little sniveling racist piece of crap actually get what he wants."

"Whaddya mean?" Kelly quickly shot back.

"I'll show ya...go over there and get the white bitch off her back and onto her knees...get that milky white ass of hers facing this way....her Husband here still looks a little...ahh...hungry," Jahon ordered cryptically.

* * * * *

Tammy could hear the jumbled voices of the men above her as she cowered below. She wasn't easily able to make out exactly what they were saying however from her disorientation. It wasn't until she felt two rough hands grab her by the shoulders and flip her over so that she was flat on her stomach that the time delay of making out what the kids were talking about started to make any sense.

As the warm but insistent hands tugging at her spent body forced her up onto her knees, the words rattling in her brain finally registered, causing a crushing, polar jolt of fear to explode in her cerebral cortex.

"Husband," Tammy mouthed. 

"Husband...husband...husband..." She plaintively repeated internally, over and over. "Ohh...my dear God...that just can't be...just can't... just... he... I... just... no... no... no... can't be," Tammy mumbled, grappling with the realization that it was her husband standing behind her, his lips drenched with the residue of the two savage black teenagers' lust, sucked willingly from her own sloppy pussy. Before she could even start to rationalize that overwhelming and sickening thought, Tammy felt those same lips once again embed themselves on her still soupy vaginal crease with apprehensive fervor.

* * * * *

Holding Carl tightly in his clutching grip, Jahon watched as Kelly positioned the fallen woman just right. Almost as if he was posing Tammy on her knees, Kelly looked up at Jahon for silent approval as Carl internally started to fathom just what the boys had in mind for him to do. 

When he saw Tammy's gleaming pink pussy and glistening brown-eye stare straight back at him, Carl was left dumbstruck as he sized up his kneeling wife.

Seeing her bent over like a dog wanting to be fucked, Carl naturally assumed he knew what was going to happen next.

"You...you want me to fuck her...right in the same place you already fucked her in ...right?" Carl whispered up to his captors.

A chorus of laughter erupted from Kelly and Jahon as Carl asked the innocent and logical question.

"Not exactly," Jahon casually spat down into Carl's upturned face. "After what she has just been through with me and my boy plowing her pussy...she'd never feel your limp dick for a second inside that cunt of hers...what you're gonna do Pal is finish what you were doing before we so rudely interrupted a few minutes ago." 

Placing his hand in the small of Carl's back, Jahon proceeded to push the shaking man in his arms towards his wife on the floor. "Get down there and finish cleaning your Wench up," Jahon crudely barked as he caused Carl to topple face first to the floor.

"Roll over Boy...get on your back and slide your face up under there...get yourself another mouthful of what's leakin' out," Jahon continued, smiling down with sadistic glee when he saw Carl's brow disappear between Tammy's kneeling and parted legs.

* * * * *

Left alone with nothing but her dark thoughts behind her blindfold, feeling the crawling frame of a man that would turn out to be her husband underneath her raised crotch, all Tammy could think about was how horrible, sadistic and overbearing her Carl's sexual predication had become over the years.

Even though he had never gone as far as insisting that they add other people to their sexual activities, Tammy instinctively knew Carl thought about other women and deep down, she also knew he imagined her getting fucked by other men.

A million acid etched thoughts tore through Tammy's confused synapses but the one thing that bubbled up and stared straight at her, as Carl's tongue wiggled up once again between her gaping vaginal lips, was that Carl must have been the one to put those two boys up to the Hell she had been put her through for the past week.

After all, who else would have had the access to the pictures of her that been stolen and ended up posted at the grocery store, effectively causing her to quit her job. Tammy knew that Carl also went downtown many times for unspecified reasons, that had to be how he knew about the same glory hole room where Tammy had been forced to perform that sickening act days earlier.




Under the Flag Ch. 7



"He was probably there watching the whole damn thing!" Tammy dreadfully told herself.

Now the two boys had taken advantage of her in her own home, fucking her not only on her marital bed but also like a dog on the cold and dirty basement floor. Now her husband of 17 years was on his back, making no attempt to protect her, instead, he was slid up underneath Tammy, like a mechanic underneath a car, brazenly sucking out her cum filled pussy like a cat lapping at his milk bowl.

"You sick son of a bitch," Tammy cried, a stream of tears leaking out from her blindfold and down her ashen cheek before dripping to the floor below.

Even though she was dead wrong in her assessment of the situation, Tammy would take that belief of how her tortured nightmare had came about, all the way to her grave. As she continued kneeling there on her knees, unable to do anything but let her Husband willingly clean out her pussy with his tongue, all Tammy could do was wait for whatever was inevitably coming next. 

* * * * *

Looking down at Carl Scroggins as he feverishly lapped up their discarded cum from Tammy's snatch, Kelly and Jahon couldn't help but see the prominent stain that covered the front of Carl's trousers.

"Think he came watching us plow his wife upstairs earlier?" Kelly asked casually.

"Either that...or he pissed himself!" Jahon replied, shaking his head disbelievingly. 

"Look Dawg...its getting hard again," Kelly pointed out, seeing Carl's dick start to push up the soaked fabric of his tan slacks.

"Sick Motherfucker Huh," Jahon said, crystallizing the feelings of everyone involved.

Both teenagers giggled slightly, seeing the 6 inch long tubular ridge of Carl's cock dimple out from the wet spot covering the front of his pants. Swinging his right foot like a bored football placekicker, Jahon kicked Carl in the thigh, causing the married man to jump as he dug his face deeper inside his wife's snatch.

"Dick's gettin' hard you little pantywaste," Jahon mockingly informed Carl.

"Looks like you already used it once," Kelly added. "When was the last time you were able to get it up twice in one night old man?"

"Yeah Carl!!" Jahon said, kneeling down closer so Tammy's husband could clearly hear him. "Why don't you just unzip those pants and take that little wiener out again if you're so fuckin' desperate."

Even though the orders he heard were muffled from having his head buried between his wife's legs, Carl could feel his prick straining the wet fabric of his underwear and couldn't hide the fact that he did want sexual relief for the second time in less than an hour in this most horrendous of personal situations.

A moment later, Kelly and Jahon looked on in stunned amusement as Carl blindly dropped his right hand down to his crotch and started to fumble with the zipper of his pants, in a blatant attempt to fish out his sticky, cum-covered penis to use in his own hand once again.

Covering their mouths to keep from bursting out laughing, Kelly and Jahon watched as Carl twisted and turned his wrist until he was finally able to fish his cock free from the unzipped opening of his pants.

Both boys took a step back to give Carl all the room he needed as the married man furiously wrapped his hand around his twitching erection, jacking it off madly as he lapped at his wife's buttery pussy.

Kelly and Jahon both leaned back and crossed their arms, resting against the side of the pool table as they visually took in the perverse scene.

"Thirsty?" Jahon smiled over to his friend.

"Yeah," Kelly smiled back, licking the sweat of the top of his lip. "I could use another beer."

"I'll go gets us another round from the fridge...this shit can work up a thirst," Jahon nodded.

"All right," Kelly agreed. "Think you should get one for them too," he added , pointing down at the intertwined couple who owned the home.

"Nahh...looks like he's already got his mouth full dude," Jahon observed. "The after taste's gonna be a bitch though!"

Echos of laughter bounced through the Scroggins house as Jahon bolted nakedly upstairs to get two more beers.

Kelly could hear the sound of Jahon's heavy footsteps trample across the floor upstairs mingling with the wet squishy and muffled sounds of Carl's lips and tongue eating out Tammy's pussy in front of him.

"MAN," was all Kelly could find to say as he blankly shook his head, looking down the husband and wife before him, joined up in such a carnal and crude partnership.

Feeling his dick harden slightly as it hung heavily between his young sinewy legs, Kelly felt a twinge of guilt over the fact that he was getting aroused watching such a sick display. Reaching down and casually playing with his balls, Kelly patiently waited for Jahon to return with another cold beer.

As the sounds of Carl's palm scrapping harshly across his erect dick filled the basement, Kelly looked down and sensed Tammy's husband was on the verge of getting himself off while he hungrily ate her pussy out.

Looking down at Carl's face buried inside Tammy's snatch, Kelly couldn't help but see the inviting pink target of the married woman's asshole so prominently raised and displayed as well.

"Looking at that shithole too," Jahon gleamed, looking over Kelly's shoulder as he handed his friend a fresh beer.

"Yep," Kelly replied as if he had been busted. "Her mouth's full of cum, her tits have hickeys all over them and now her lame ass husband has his face all the way up to her uterus. That poor asshole of hers is the only thing being deprived."

"What do you think we ought to do about it?" Jahon inquired matter of factly. Kelly looked around the dingy basement and smiled, "I dunno man...what do you think?"

"Well...we could always fuck it...looks like your dick's gettin' hard again...hahaha." Jahon shot back noticing his friend's cock had jutted up once again to a 45 degree angle.

"Yeah," Kelly retorted. " But I ain't stickin' my joint in there with that son of a bitch's face that close to it...he might get all that cum in his eyes and try suckin' my shit by mistake."

With one hand supporting himself against the side of the pool table Kelly's fingers grazed against something that caused a light bulb to go of inside of his head. Tearing his gaze away from Carl and Tammy for a moment, Kelly turned and looked over his shoulder to see if what he was touching was actually what he thought it was.

Casting his eyes on the five foot long cue stick laying on the top of the green felt, Kelly inherently knew he had found exactly the right tool for what he needed to do.

"HOLY SHIT," Jahon gasped when he saw Kelly turn around with the long wooden stick. "A cue stick...are you kidding...you'll kill her!"

"I'm not gonna stick it all the way in, Dawg...just far enough for a reaction...Besides...look at them right now...I don't think it matters to either one for them right now whatever we do," Kelly guessed, sizing up the married couple as he twirled the stick between his fingers.

Taking the stick firmly in hand, Kelly eased up behind Tammy's raised ass and straddled his legs wide above the helpless, spent woman, trying his best not to disturb husband and wife before he implemented his plan.

Crouching down slightly, Kelly rubbed his index finger across Tammy's uplifted asshole for several moments, immediately feeling the combination of sweat and drying cum caking the woman's anal entrance.

As he positioned the cue stick at the right angle for entering Tammy's rear, Kelly looked down and couldn't help but notice Carl's thrashing masturbatory movements, signaling that Tammy's husband was on the verge of getting his nut once again.

Looking up quickly at Jahon who was smiling broadly, Kelly knew it was time to commence his crazy billiards experiment.

Placing his right hand on Tammy's back to steady the weary woman, Kelly could feel her body seem to swim under the vaginal tongue bath her husband was giving her. Aiming the cue stick with his left hand, Kelly guided it up until the rubber knob at the end of the handle was directly in front of the flexed opening of Tammy's bunghole.

Kelly quickly compared the thickness of the rounded cue stick with his own gifted endowment and sensed that the blunt end of the stick would be a perfect way to loosen the woman up if he indeed wanting to shove his cock up her rectum later.

Realizing suddenly that he would need some form of lubricant to facilitate his endeavor, Kelly briskly motioned for Jahon to bring him over a beer.

"What do you want?" Jahon laughed.

"I need something slick to help the stick slide in...hand me your beer.," Kelly asked.

"I ain't wastin' my beer on no girl's ass...here's yours," Jahon replied with gruff sarcasm.

"Alright," Kelly relented, reaching out to take the beer can in his hand.

Kelly took the full can of cold Bud Light from his friend and raised it up directly overtop of Tammy's white ass. Tilting the can several degrees to the side, Kelly allowed 2 or 3 ounces of the foamy liquid to spill wetly down the crack of Tammy's backside.

Turning the can right side up, the beer started to lather around Tammy's puckered pink bud. Kelly then flexed his forearm muscles and pushed forward with his left shoulder until the end of the cue stick collided with Tammy's asshole.

Deciding she needed a little more lubrication, Kelly tipped the can once again, dropping even more grainy fluid down onto Tammy's ass until several yellowish bubbles danced right on top of her anus.

"There goes half my beer," Kelly laughed, taking a swig of what was left before plowing ahead with the cue stick.

"I'll go upstairs and get you another one if it means so much," Jahon laughed back. "Hurry up with that stick before the beer dries."

Wasting no time, Kelly did just that.

Pressing the rubber head of the handle as snug as he could against the miniscule opening of Tammy's pink asshole, Kelly flexed his naked muscles once again until the rounded tip entered Tammy's rectum.

The woman's whole body immediately started to vibrate and shake as if it her spine was a needle on a pressure gauge after an devastating event had occurred in the system. Twisting and turning his arm with cruel, grinding patience, Kelly corkscrewed the handle of the cue stick deep into Tammy's unsuspecting poopshoot.

From a distance, Jahon could easily see Carl's expression change between Tammy's kneeling legs, not having a clue the black kid above had done what he had with the long wooden stick to the mother of his children. Carl's expression seemed to say he thought his wife was having the onset of a seizure as inch after lurid inch of her asshole filled with smooth Louisville hardwood.

Egging on Kelly to get as much of the instrument into Tammy's ass as he could, Jahon could also tell by the way Tammy's body seemed to lurch to the left , then to the right, that the overwrought woman was on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. As much as his lust was imploring him to go on, his rational sense told him that Tammy's power supply had nearly reached empty.

Sensing it was time bring the fun to a close, Jahon pushed away from the pool table and strutted over to the other three on the floor When his feet nudged the side of Tammy's naked white shoulder, Jahon knelt down beside Tammy's head so he could whisper into her ear.

"You like the way that stick feels up your ass, Baby?" Jahon warmly questioned as he lifted Tammy's sweaty blonde hair away from her ear with his black fingers. "Never had it in there before have ya?"

"All that and your punk ass husband's still got his ugly face buried between those slimy thighs of yours giving you a douche," Jahon bitterly continued hissing into Tammy's ear. "Can you believe that's the same mouth down there you kissed on your wedding day...huh."

Jahon looked back quickly to check on Kelly's progress with the stick just in time to see Carl's dick explode once again under the furious hand job he was giving himself.

Patting Tammy gently on the head as if she was a helpless school girl, the young black kid politely informed Tammy that her loving husband had just brought himself to orgasm once again while two black intruders towered over him, using his wife like a piece of slut trash.

Jahon sensed Carl's lustful weakness might ebb now that he had gotten himself off and the young kid feared what would happen if Carl suddenly started feeling guilty over his disgusting display of weakness and wanted to atone. Giving Kelly the signal to work the cue stick back out of Tammy's ass, both boys started scurrying around the basement to get their stuff together.

Looking down at husband and wife in such a compromising position on the floor, both boys nearly fell down laughing when they saw Tammy's legs finally give out from the stress and exhaustion that she had been through, causing her to collapse forward onto the floor, effectively smothering her husband's cum and saliva smeared face against her crotch as she fell flat.

Each young man finished his beer as he threw his clothes back on. Making sure they had the camera in tow as well as anything that might ID them, Jahon made one final visit over to Carl and Tammy before he left.

Buttoning his pants, Jahon couldn't help but look down and see Carl try to push away Tammy's thigh from his throat as he desperately tried sucking in some fresh air. Reaching up with his sticky hand, Jahon took a firm grip of the Rebel flag hanging on the wall above the carnal scene and with one swift and efficient tug, pulled down the Stars and Bars like a curtain from a window.

Shaking out the wrinkles patiently, as if the flag was a garment that had just been pulled from of a dryer, Jahon spread it out like a blanket, right over top of the fallen bodies of the Scroggins, who lay in a sexualized heap on the floor, until their bodies underneath were completely shrouded under the flag.

Jahon looked up just in time to see Kelly smile back mischievously. 

"Nice touch Dude," Kelly winked, slapping Jahon a handshake as they left the basement for good.

- THE END -

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