Billiards by Clark St. John (Interracial gang rape, Oral, Anal, NC)


This story is dedicated to Jessica, without whom it would not have been 
possible. She has been my inspiration and source throughout.

BILLIARDS by Clark St. John

Ben started the long drive in a happy mood. After two long weeks, his 
Jessica was coming home from her mother's. She would be arriving on the 
11:30 PM flight from Boston in just another hour. Ben had urged her to 
get an earlier flight, but they were all booked up, so she took the 
first available flight. It would have been a lot easier to drive to LA 
International from his office at the USC medical center than to leave 
from home in Riverside, but at least the traffic was light on the 
freeways late at night. "Six of one and half-a-dozen of the other," Ben 
thought to himself as he pushed the BMW speedometer to eighty, as if 
his increased speed would also speed up Jessica's plane.

Ben thought of his beautiful wife as he drove, missing her 
companionship as well as the fantastic sex they enjoyed. They were 
relative newly-weds, having only been married four years, and the 
honeymoon still hadn't ended. Ben could see her in his mind, playing 
like a movie in the darkness of the freeway stretching in front of the 
car. Blonde hair, laughing green eyes and a sparkling smile, often 
appearing mischievous, and always a joy to be near. But not just a 
pretty face; Jessica was blessed with a body to match, lithe, tanned, 
with long model legs ending in a rounded, perfectly shaped behind with 
muscles that rippled and rolled as she walked, graceful as a cat on the 
prowl. Her waist appeared to be cinched, giving the appearance of a 
wasp because of her small girth. Ben could almost touch his hands when 
he put them around her waist, something he had been longing to do for 
fourteen long, long days. Jessica's breasts weren't large, but they 
were perfectly shaped, making it possible for her to often go braless, 
her breasts jiggling slightly with each step, her seemingly always 
erect nipples pointing ahead to infinity. Yes, she was beautiful, in 
every sense the perfect California girl, the type the Beach Boys had in 
mind when they sang "California Girls." Whenever she was in public, 
regardless of what she was wearing, men would stop in their tracks and 
stare at her, transfixed by her beauty, her bearing, her smooth 
movement. More than one man had been clobbered by his wife or 
girlfriend due to their unabashed stares. Jessica had admitted to Ben 
that it turned her on when she saw men drooling over her, but she 
remained faithful to the one man in her life.

Ben finally arrived at the airport, found a parking space that wasn't 
too far from the terminal, then checked at the airlines desk to verify 
the arrival time and which concourse for the flight. For the tenth 
time, he looked at his watch as he paced back and forth in the waiting 
area, stopping only to gaze out the large windows at the busy landing 
and docking areas. Ben finally saw a large four-engine jet being towed 
to the end of the docking bay just as he heard the loud speakers 
announce the arrival of Delta flight 884. That was it! Ben's heart 
jumped with excitement as he positioned himself near the entrance to 
the docking tunnel, wondering if Jessica was feeling the same 
excitement for their reunion.

In minutes, he no longer had to wonder, as the steady stream of 
passengers walked up the ramp from the plane with Jessica in the lead, 
waving wildly. Her face was glowing at the sight of her husband, her 
steps quickening, almost running, as she struggled with her heavy 
carry-on bag. Ben had to grin at how his wife always over-packed for 
even the simplest trips and he knew from experience that her bag would 
contain several novels, makeup cases, and every- thing else she 
couldn't get in her crammed suitcases.

Jessica decided to stop struggling with the heavy bag and dropped it on 
the tiled floor as she ran the last few feet to Ben's open arms, 
slamming into him with her momentum. She immediately wrapped her arms 
around his neck as she bent her legs behind her, supporting her weight 
with Ben's wide shoulders. Jessica squealed with delight as she began 
to cover his face with kisses, her eyes dewy with happiness, the 
weariness she had felt from the flight completely vanishing.

"Oh, Ben, Ben, I missed you," Jessica managed to breathlessly speak as 
she let her legs return to the floor, the sliding of her body down his 
raising her skirt to mid-thigh. Jessica pulled her skirt back down as 
she stepped back from Ben, her face beaming.

"Hey, I missed you, too, baby," Ben returned with a light laugh, 
pleased with the greeting Jessica had given him while still reserved 
enough to not display the emotions bouncing around inside him. "How was 
the flight?" Putting her arm through his as she pulled him to where her 
bag lay, Jessica rolled her eyes in her cute little way and grunted, 
"ver-r-y long, and so-o-o tiring. I couldn't nap because I kept 
thinking of getting home to you." Ben gave her waist a squeeze, kissed 
her cheek lightly, then bent and retrieved her bag from the floor. He 
realized how lucky he was, to have such a beautiful and loving wife, 
one who could miss him as he missed her. Ben put an arm around her 
small shoulders and bent to whisper in her shell-like ear, inhaling the 
exotic scent of her body. "Just wait 'til I get you home, and I'll 
really tire you out," he softly whispered.

Jessica giggled a little-girl giggle as she studied the glint in her 
husband's eyes, then poked a finger in his stomach as she chided, "oh, 
you, that's all you can think of, isn't it?" Even as she teased him, 
Jessica felt a moist warmth form between her legs, stirred by the 
thought of a night of love-making as they tried to make up for two 
weeks without the pleasure of each other's bodies. Ever since they had 
married, it was almost ritualistic that they make love at least three 
times a week, and Jessica had calculated that they were owed six bouts 
of hot sex. She didn't know about him, but those thoughts had boosted 
her adrenalin and Jessica knew she wouldn't be able to sleep until 
completely worn out.

Such was their intimate talking and teasing as they retrieved Jessica's 
luggage and had it loaded in the car, then found their way out of the 
confusing maze of the airport and onto I-105 heading east toward their 
home outside Riverside. It was an easy drive, devoid of the usual LA 
traffic madness because of the late hour and Ben guess-timated they 
could be home and in bed inside of two hours.. He had driven less than 
five miles when a light flashed on the dash followed by a melodic 
electronic dinging. Ben took his eyes off the road to read the flashing 
notice the BMW was demanding be read. What he saw took him by surprise. 
"Wh, what the heck? Fuel? That can't be," Ben complained as he looked 
at the fuel gauge, even tapping the glass cover in disbelief. But there 
it was, the needle stubbornly refusing to move, stuck at the bottom of 
the red portion of the gauge, underling the large letter 'E'.

Jessica's voice carried her concern, "what is it, honey? What's wrong?"

"This thing says we're out of gas," Ben informed her as though 
disbelieving the electronic gadgetry. "But that can't be. I filled up 
this morning, and there's no way I could have used a full tank of gas." 
Again he thumped the glass cover of the gauge and added, as if to 
himself, "darn thing must be broken." Just then the car let him know it 
wasn't broken. First one cough, then another, then a sputtering sound. 
Ben let up on the gas pedal and the sputtering stopped, the speed 
dropping to a respectable fifty miles an hour. They went another mile 
and the car coughed again, another warning while the light on the dash 
continued to flash and the dinging sound getting on Ben's nerves. He 
smacked the dash with his hand and announced, "I better get off the 
freeway and find a gas station quick. I don't understand it." Ben 
guided the car down the first ramp he came to, not bothering to read 
the exit sign which let travelers know it was the Central Avenue exit. 
Ben was only interested in finding the nearest gas station and getting 
back on the freeway.

He made a left and drove under the freeway, searching the road ahead 
for bright lights which might indicate the presence of a station. Ben 
couldn't see the tell-tale signs of an open station as far as he see 
down the straight avenue, so he made a right at the next block after 
searching the darkness to the left of the intersection. He spotted some 
lights glowing in the darkness a couple of blocks ahead and mentally 
crossed his fingers as they passed barred store fronts and warehouses 
lining both sides of the deserted street. He was letting the car coast, 
going no more than fifteen miles an hour in an effort to preserve gas, 
but after one block the car sputtered again, followed by a series of 
coughs that jerked the car and made a knocking noise in the engine 
compartment. Then it died without further warning. Just died. The 
silence was eerie without the purr of the V6 motor, but Ben didn't 
notice as he let the car coast to a stop by the edge of the road, 
expelling his pent-up breath in disgust and frustration. He turned off 
the headlights and leaned forward in the seat, pressing against the 
steering wheel as he focused his eyes on the lights still a block away 
in vain, unable to determine what the lights were illuminating.

"Hope that's a gas station up there, honey," Ben spoke hopefully to the 
quiet Jessica. "I'll walk up there and see. Maybe I can get some gas in 
a can." Jessica spoke sharply, almost shrilly, "you're not leaving me 
here alone! I'm going with you." Ben nodded, in a way glad she wanted 
to accompany him on his walk in the dark.

He didn't have the faintest idea where they were, and realized they 
would be safer if they stuck together. He opened his door as he agreed, 
"okay. That's probably best. And it's just a block, so I'm sure we'll 
be fine." They walked arm in arm down the broken sidewalk, Jessica 
carefully stepping over the hazardous breaks in her high heels as she 
held on tightly to Ben's arm. The dilapidated buildings they passed 
hugged the sidewalk and most of them had steel bars covering the 
windows and doors. This wasn't unusual in many areas of Los Angeles, so 
neither of them thought much about it, focusing instead on their 
nearing goal. Midway down the block they passed one building that 
apparently was still open. Even before they got to it, they could hear 
the heavy thumping of bass from a juke box or something, serving to 
advertise the type of establishment. Ben commented, "sounds like a bar 
or some kind of club." Jessica nodded, then pointed at the neon sign 
over the door as the got closer.

"Mm, hmm. See? It's a bar." Ben looked at the sign that stated simply 
'BAR', with the crossing neon strip in the 'A' burned out. The red neon 
flashed off and on, barely illuminating the doorway beneath it, 
slightly recessed in the brick facade of the building. "We might be 
able to use the phone there if that place up ahead isn't a gas 
station," he offered.

Jessica looked over her shoulder at the bar as they passed the 
building. "Hmm, I don't know, honey. It looks like a dive. Like a cycle 
club, or something."

"Yeh, but it may be the only place around here where we can use a 
phone," Ben countered. "We'll see." Their hopes for a gas station ahead 
evaporated as they passed the last building in the block. There were 
the bright lights they had seen, mounted high on steel poles, shrouded 
in steel mesh, but the lights only illuminated a closed grocery store. 
The store had lights on all sides, giving the appearance of daylight 
surrounding only the store. Unlike the other buildings they had passed, 
the store had steel shutters covering the windows and door, completely 
secure from outside intrusion.

Ben and Jessica stood there silently staring at had been their source 
of hope, the dejection evident on their faces. Ben raised his hands by 
his side and then dropped them in a hopeless gesture. "I'm sorry, 
Jessica. I hate it that I got us in this predicament."

"It wasn't your fault, Ben," Jessica comforted. "You thought you had 
enough gas.

There must be something wrong with the car." Ben turned and looked back 
down the street at the bar they had passed.

"Well, guess we have no choice. We'll try that bar. There has to be a 
phone there." They retraced their steps, Jessica's shoes making a quick 
tap, tap on the concrete as they hurried back to the one open place 
they had discovered. Ben paused with his hand on the door handle as he 
looked at Jessica, silently questioning if she was comfortable with 
entering the 'dive' as she had called the place earlier. Jessica 
understood and nodded, her upper teeth biting lightly into her lower 
lip pensively.

Ben pulled the door to him and they were immediately assailed with the 
odor of stale cigarette smoke and beer. The juke box was no longer 
rocking with the thumping they had heard earlier, the only sound now 
coming through the door a mixture of laughter and talk. But all sound 
ceased as Ben ushered Jessica ahead of him into the dimly lit room with 
his hand on her waist. They stood just inside the door as their eyes 
adjusted to the near-darkness, then Jessica leaned to Ben and 
alarmingly whispered, "Ben, they're all black people!"

"Shh," Ben cautioned, "I know." Ben looked around the small bar without 
moving, hoping to spot a pay phone without having to ask. He could feel 
every eye in the place on him and Jessica, staring at the white preppy-
looking couple with suspicion, puzzlement, and awe that whites would 
dare intrude on their sanctum.

The bar was barely more than a store front, with a long counter serving 
as the bar along one wall and a half dozen tables arrayed down the 
opposite wall. Ben could make out a billiard table at the other end of 
the room, a dim light with no shade hanging by the electric cable above 
it, and four black men standing around with pool cues in their hands, 
their game forgotten as they stared at the strangers at the door.

Ben couldn't see a phone, so he forced himself to step to the end of 
the bar nearest the door and waited for the white-haired black behind 
the counter to come from the other end. The old black shuffled towards 
him, head bent to one side as he looked at Ben quizzically, half-
dragging one deformed foot as he walked the length of the bar. He 
didn't speak as he stood in front of Ben, waiting to learn what the 
white couple were doing in his bar. Ben cleared his throat, then 
managed a croaking request, "do you have a phone we could use?" The 
barkeep nodded his head in understanding, then pointed toward the back 
of the room.

"Back there. It's a pay phone."

Ben patted the bare wood of the bar as he said, "thanks," then returned 
to Jessica's side. Together, they walked between the tables and bar 
toward the pool table in the back, carefully avoiding bumping into the 
chairs, neither of them permitting their eyes to meet the stares that 
were burning into them. As they were almost to the pool table, Ben saw 
the phone, stuck in the back corner of the building, a very large black 
man leaning against the wall beside it, pool cue resting on the floor. 
They threaded their way around the table to the phone nervously, 
sensing the animosity of the twelve to fifteen people in the room..

Ben spoke to the big black man leaning beside the phone, "excuse me. 
Can I use the phone?" The big man stared at him with contempt burning 
in his eyes, then retorted in a deep voice, "it don't work." Sensing 
the black just didn't want him to use the phone, Ben reached for the 
receiver, meekly suggesting, "maybe it's working now." Before his hand 
could close on the receiver, the scowling black grabbed it from the 
phone hook and, with one powerful swing, broke it over the top of the 
metal phone case on the wall.

"I tol' you, it don't work."

Ben stood looking at the man in disbelief, his jaw falling open, then 
turned to look at Jessica, not sure what to do. He could see the fright 
in her eyes as she first looked at her husband and then the huge black 
man now standing with his hands on his hips, his face snarling. Jessica 
was afraid Ben would do something foolish and confront the angry black. 
He was at least six inches taller than Ben and probably a good fifty 
pounds heavier. Ben was no match for him.

Just then, the bartender leaned over the bar and, in a whining voice, 
started, "now, Leroy..." Seeing Leroy take a step toward him, the old 
man left his sentence unfinished, clearly frightened of the younger and 
bigger black.

Leroy boomed, "shut the fuck up, nigga." Leroy pushed past Ben, 
knocking him against the wall with his shoulder and, with three or four 
long strides, stepped to the bar in front of the visibly scared 
bartender. He grabbed the old man by the shirt with his left hand and 
jerked him forward and down, then rammed his head onto the bar with his 
other hand behind the gray head. Leroy roughly twisted the man's face 
so one cheek was flattened against the wood, then leaned over and spoke 
in his ear, the words too low for anyone else to hear. Whatever the big 
man said really put the fear of God in the bartender, because when 
Leroy released him, the old black quickly shuffled down to the other 
end of the bar, his eyes avoiding contact with others in the hushed 
room. He picked up an old rag and began to busily wipe the scarred wood 
surface of the bar.

Someone in the dim room muttered a loud "oh, shit, Leroy's pissed." 
Immediately, four of the blacks sitting at tables noisily got up and 
made a hasty exit to the door, one of them knocking over his chair as 
he hurried to get out of there. An old man sitting at the middle of the 
bar slid off his stool, gripping his bottle of beer and followed the 
others out the door, shaking his head in apparent aggravation, but 
saying nothing.

On his way back to the billiard table, Leroy paused at a table, leaned 
over and whispered something to one of two black men sitting there. The 
sitting black vigorously nodded his head and grinned, then turned to 
look at Ben and Jessica still standing next to the broken phone. He 
looked up at Leroy and spoke, his words only loud enough for the big 
man and the black sitting next to him to hear, then cackled. His words 
brought a loud guffaw from his buddy, who also turned and looked at the 
white couple. Leroy returned to the area of the pool table and again 
whispered something to one of the blacks still standing by the table 
with cue in hand, receiving another nod of approval from the obviously 
delighted man, one of the younger ones in the room, probably no more 
than in his early twenties.

Ben and Jessica had been observing Leroy's actions nervously, not sure 
whether they should run out of the bar or what. Jessica leaned over to 
Ben and whispered, "Ben, I'm scared. We better leave." Ben nodded and, 
his arm around Jessica's waist protectively, began to walk through the 
narrow space between the pool table and wall. They got half the length 
of the table before Leroy blocked their path, his massive frame filling 
the small escape path.

"Where you goin', white boy?" his deep voice boomed, his hands curled 
into fists resting on his hips.

Ben's fear was revealed in his reply, "I-I, w-we need to find a phone." 
Leroy leaned his head back and laughed fiendishly, then glared into 
Ben's eyes.

"Not until me and my brothers have some fun, you don't." Ben took a 
deep breath, then, with his arm tightening around Jessica's waist, he 
stepped to the side of the large black man in an effort to get around 
him..

Leroy moved in unison to Ben, further blocking the couple's way, still 
glaring at the smaller white man. Ben's voice took on a pleading tone, 
"pl-please, let us pass." Without warning, Leroy's right arm swung 
backward in a short arc, then forward in a low blow to Ben's stomach, 
his massive fist almost lifting Ben's feet off the floor. Ben doubled 
over in pain and began to retch, his stomach reacting to the unexpected 
blow. Leroy planted his open palm on the top of the bent head before 
him and pushed, sending Ben backward to land on his ass on the tiled 
floor with a loud grunt.

Jessica screamed, "Ben, oh, Ben!" She made a move to help her husband, 
now lying in a fetal position on the floor.

Leroy grabbed her hair and slammed her against the wall, holding her 
there with her hair pulled above her head. "Leave him there, you white 
bitch. You got other things to do." As he spoke, Leroy used his other 
hand to cup one of Jessica's breasts, squeezing it painfully, causing 
her to wince with the pain and cry out in a tiny whimper.

"Eeeii, please, please don't," Jessica pleaded, her plea ending in 
another cry, "owww," as Leroy twisted his hand on her soft mound, her 
tiny hands covering his in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure.

Her pleas made Leroy grin evilly, but he released her hair and breast, 
his hands dropping to her small waist, completely encircling her body. 
Leroy lifted her straight up and held her over his head, her feet 
dangling in front of his hips, her eyes wide with fear and 
bewilderment. Leroy turned and stood Jessica on the felt top of the 
pool table, then stepped back to examine her, his eyes focusing first 
on her feet in her white high heels, her tiny ankles, then moved up her 
shapely, tanned legs, admiring the muscles of her calves, the alluring 
curving that ended in her knees, then up to the white linen skirt 
Jessica was wearing, barely revealing her rounded thirty-four inch hips 
that pinched in to her twenty-four inch waist. Leroy stared at the 
flowery silk button-up blouse with a Nehru collar that Jessica had 
selected for her plane trip, his eyes burning into where her small 
breasts pushed against the silky material. Last, Leroy's stare examined 
Jessica's lovely face, appreciating her full lips, bare of any 
lipstick, her tiny button nose, and her beautiful green eyes. His eyes 
locked onto her's, willing Jessica to return his stare, her fear making 
it impossible for her to look away, like a deer caught in a car's 
headlights at night.

Finished with his examination of the shaking woman standing awkwardly 
on the table, Leroy commanded, "strip for us, bitch. Take them clothes 
off." Jessica's eyes opened wider in disbelief, her mouth slightly 
opening as if to protest, but saying nothing. Hearing the big black's 
words, Ben had struggled to his knees, his hands gripping the edge of 
the pool table, then pushing himself erect.

"No, no, mister. L-leave her alone," Ben managed to blurt as he held 
his aching stomach.

Angrily, Leroy's large hand swung in an arc, landing solidly on the 
side of Ben's head above his left ear with a loud smack. Ben went 
stumbling backward, falling against the wall, his head thumping hard as 
he went to the floor. "You shut your mouth, boy." Leroy stepped to 
where Ben lay and kicked him in the ribs, causing Ben to roll over on 
his stomach. Leroy reached down and stuck his hand in the back pocket 
of Ben's pants, then with a strong jerk, tore the pocket lose from the 
rest of the material, leaving a gaping hole that revealed Ben's 
underwear. When Leroy straightened, he had Ben's wallet in his big paw. 
He flipped the leather billfold open, saw several bills and withdrew 
them, stuffing the money in his pocket. Leroy then fished through the 
credit cards, selecting a couple and putting them with the money he had 
taken. He saw Ben's driver's license and pulled it out of the glascene 
window and studied it for a minute before sticking it in his pocket 
with the other loot before throwing the wallet on the pool table.

Jessica cried out, "pl-please don't hurt him! Pleeease!" She stepped to 
the side of the table and leaned over to see if Ben was seriously hurt. 
Seeing the large red spot forming on his cheek and ear, Jessica turned 
her head toward Leroy and begged, "don't hit him again, please? I'll do 
what you say, just d-don't hit him any more." Her face emphasized her 
concern for her husband, her mouth turning down into a pout, her eyes 
beseeching.

He pointed at two of the blacks standing on the other side of the bar 
and motioned to the half-unconscious Ben. They quickly went around the 
far end of the table and, each taking an arm, dragged Ben around the 
felt table to a chair and dropped him in it, his head again hitting the 
wall as the chair tilted backward, his eyes rolled back in his head.

Leroy returned his attention to the visibly shaken girl on the table 
who was staring at her husband's limp body. He quickly reminded Jessica 
of his earlier command as though nothing had happened.

"I said, take them clothes off, you white whore. Either you take them 
off, or I'll cut 'em off." As he finished his order, Leroy reached in 
his back pocket and withdrew a pearl handled straight razor. Then with 
a flick of his wrist, he flipped it open, revealing a long, shiny 
blade, holding it up for Jessica to see that he meant what he said.

His last words caused a commotion at the tables in the front of the 
bar. Two black women had risen to their feet, their hands clutching the 
men they were sitting with, pulling the staring men from their seats. 
Leroy turned at the sound they had made and laughed, then turned 
serious as he spoke, "not you, Chantel. Sit yo ass down. Anyone else 
want to leave, you betta go now." The woman called Chantel immediately 
sat back down while the other woman, after slapping the back of the 
head of the man she was with, quickly pulled him out the door with her. 
Leroy took a step toward the tables, looking at where the woman he had 
called Chantel sat with a tall, skinny black man with glasses.

"You git your ass out of here, too, Alphonse. We'll take care of your 
woman." The skinny black noticeably grimaced at the use of his proper 
name, knowing the ribbing he would receive, as he arose from his chair 
meekly, too afraid of the mean Leroy to argue. His fear of ribbing was 
quickly realized as a black at a table near him yelled out, "Alphonse? 
Alphonse? That you name, Al?" Then he bent over in helpless laughter. 
Another voice loudly advised, "you betta git home to yo mutha, 
Alphonse. She's lookin' fer you." More laughter followed as Alphonse 
made a hasty run for the door, his head bent in shame.

Leroy pointed at the black at the table he had whispered to earlier, 
then at the door. The man quickly got up and went to the door and 
flipped the dead bolt, then stepped to the wall beside the bar and 
opened an electric circuit box, appeared to hunt for something, then 
flipped two switches, the snapping sound loud in the hushed room.

Leroy turned back to face the pool table, and again raised the straight 
razor for Jessica to see. She hesitated briefly, staring at the blade 
reflecting the light above the table, then, her face reddening as tears 
appeared in her eyes, she reached for the top button of her blouse with 
shaking hands, fumbling with it until it came unfastened. Jessica went 
to the next button, then the next, and the last one above the waistband 
of her skirt. She pulled the silken material out of her skirt with 
trembling hands, smoothing it subconsciously around her hips before 
undoing the remaining button. Her hands dropped to her sides, the 
blouse opening slightly, as she prepared herself mentally to complete 
the black man's orders.

Taking another deep breath, Jessica opened her blouse wide and removed 
it from first one shoulder and then the other, letting it slide down 
her left arm while gripping it with her right hand. She stood there 
holding the blouse, her white 34A bra completely covering her breasts, 
making it appear as though she was flat-chested, almost boyish. She 
looked around for a place to lay the dainty covering, not wanting it to 
get soiled, then settled on dropping it on the edge of the pool table.

The younger black standing by the side of the table guffawed, "hell, 
Leroy, she don't have ANY tits. Ol' Tom has a bigger chest than she 
does." His belittling words made Jessica's face turn even redder and 
she crossed her arms over her chest, attempting to hide the tell-tale 
bra.

Leroy was aggravated by the interruption of the strip show and he 
growled at the young black, "shut up, BJ." Then he impatiently ordered 
Jessica, "get them clothes off, slut." Jessica jumped at his sharp 
voice and immediately dropped her arms and started to reach behind her 
to undo her skirt. Leroy halted her move with another sharp command. 
"Not the skirt, bitch. Take that bra off. Let me see if you're a woman 
or some sissy boy." Jessica obeyed, her eyes downcast, staring at some 
unseen spot on the felt at her feet, as she slipped first one strap off 
a shoulder and then the other, working her arms out of the thin, 
loosened, straps. With the straps hanging under her arms, Jessica 
worked the strap surrounding her chest around to the front, her small, 
cone-shaped breasts jutting out over the elastic material.

Her breasts were indeed small, but so perfectly shaped that their size 
didn't really matter. The small globes could easily have passed the 
pencil test, having no sag to the delicate white skin at all, and 
pointing straight ahead like beacons, the dark pink nipples surrounded 
by a small circle of darker, puckered skin that blended into the 
whiteness of each dainty breast, the two matching mounds separated by a 
tan vee allowed there by her bikini bathing suit. Jessica undid the two 
hooks holding the bra together and bent over to place it on top of her 
blouse, her breasts slightly swinging, gravity pulling them away from 
her chest, shaping them like small funnels. When she straightened, she 
started to put her hands over her breasts, then caught herself, not 
wanting to further anger the mean-looking Leroy, and dropped her hands 
to her sides as she awaited his further command.

Her now-bare chest brought several comments from the black men in the 
room. Even those who had been sitting at tables had approached the pool 
table to watch the white woman strip. "Shit, man, her tits are still a 
mouthful," one observed, while another contradicted, "hell, Shana's 
twelve-year-old girl has bigger tits than those." His remark was 
quickly answered by a black standing in back of the crowd around the 
table. "Fuck, Ras, that ain't where your cock goes no way." The comment 
brought several laughs from the others as well as shouted agreement.

Leroy's voice boomed again in his deep bass, "now the skirt, whore. 
We've seen enough of yer tits." The black called Ras echoed in 
agreement, "yeh, you white trash slut, show us somethin' better than 
those little tits." Others in the crowd clamored for the completely 
embarrassed Jessica to take off the rest of her clothes, laughing and 
commenting on her body.

Jessica demurely reached behind her and, uncovering the zipper, slid it 
down the back of her skirt, then she undid the solitary button at the 
waistband of the expensive linen garment, her mind thankful that she 
had on a new pair of panties devoid of any period stain while mortified 
that they would see she was wearing a pair of bikinis, shaped almost 
like a thong. No one other than Ben had ever seen her in her underwear 
and the shame of so many leering eyes watching her every move was 
almost unbearable. But Jessica continued her undressing, fighting to 
control and hide her embarrassment, as she worked the top of the skirt 
over her tanned belly and firm, muscular behind, slowly revealing the 
white lace undies that dipped from her rounded hips to just above her 
pubic mound. She heard a loud whistle as she bent to step out of the 
skirt surrounding her knees, the bending causing the silky material of 
her panties to wedge between the cheeks of her ass, giving the men 
behind her an enticing view of her white ass.

She carefully folded the skirt and laid it on top of her other 
garments, always very neat, even in front of the lewd bunch of black 
men. When she straightened up, she looked around the smoke-filled room, 
avoiding the many eyes staring at her almost-naked body, calculating 
how many men were studying her, fearful of what they had planned for 
her and Ben. She saw that every man in the room, at least twelve, were 
all standing now, packed around the pool table like it was a dance 
floor in a strip club. The only figure she saw sitting was the woman 
Leroy had called Chantel, but even she was attempting to see through 
the gathering of men at the helpless white girl on the table.

Leroy didn't waste any words, "the panties, cunt." Jessica winced 
mentally at the name, feeling further humiliated by the dominating 
black man referring to her by her privates as though that was all she 
was, a cunt. Still, almost mechanically, she complied, hooking her 
thumbs in the band of her panties and sliding them down over her hips, 
her slow movements even more tantalizing to the crowd, hearing lewd 
comments but not understanding them.

Jessica stepped out of the bikinis and folded them, also, before 
placing them on the stack of clothing, shielding her shaved pubic bush 
with one hand as she bent and then straightened.

Leroy crooked a finger at her, "c'mere, slut." Dutifully, Jessica 
walked to the end of the pool table where Leroy stood, her hand still 
modestly in front of her, partially covering her last vestige of 
decency. Leroy reached out and brushed her hand away roughly, his 
gesture making it clear that she wasn't to hide any of her body. He 
stared anew at her total nakedness, drinking in the smooth flow of her 
legs to her curvy hips, the tan line circling around her body half way 
down her belly, the barely visible navel, the hourglass shape of her 
torso, accentuated by her perky breasts. Lastly, he studied her face, 
his eyes piercing into her very soul, his stare telling her that she 
belonged to him, body and soul. She would be his slave, his eyes spoke.

The young black named BJ had stepped to where Jessica had placed her 
clothes and picked up the weightless panties. He fingered the silk, 
then raised it to his flared nose to sniff her scent, inhaling the 
perfume of her body before slipping the garment into a pocket and 
returning his attention to the back of the naked white woman standing 
at the other end of the table, admiring the curvature of her smooth 
back, the firm-appearing ass so inviting. His entranced study of the 
naked figure was interrupted by Leroy saying, "put some music on the 
box, BJ..

And not that damn rap shit, either. This white bitch is going to dance 
for us." His eyes locked on Jessica's and he prompted, "ain't you, 
whore?" Jessica looked down at the no longer scowling face of Leroy and 
was surprised that she hadn't seen his handsomeness before. Funny, she 
hadn't ever thought of blacks as being handsome, but she realized that 
this big man was. He didn't have the normal kinky hair of most blacks, 
his hair longer, and wavy, slicked down in something like a pompadour. 
His nose was flared, but barely, his thick lips sensual above a square-
cut jaw set in smooth chocolate skin, devoid of any bumps or blemish. 
He had very broad shoulders that tapered from a chest bulging with 
muscles to a slender waist and hips, with his butt bulging outward like 
two compacted muscles waiting to explode with energy. She looked at his 
arms, admiring the huge knotted biceps with rope-like veins, his 
forearms smaller copies of his upper arms, his hands that of a laborer, 
fingers thick and strong.

Jessica was brought back to conscious thought by Leroy repeating, 
"ain't you, bitch? You going to dance sexy for us." Jessica nodded, 
somewhat entranced by the commanding figure looking up at her. Hearing 
the music thumping in a slow jungle beat, it was like a switch had been 
turned on in her head, transporting Jessica from the terrifying 
surroundings to a more peaceful place, a place where only she could go, 
she began to sway, her shoed feet moving in small rhythmic steps, 
turning slightly on her toes, bending her knees as she rolled her ass, 
her shoulders undulating sensually, her eyes closed as she moved to the 
music.

Jessica loved to dance and often did so in private, possessing a skill 
that few white women had, the ability to move her body like a cat in 
harmony with the music. She was so mesmerized by the music, she didn't 
even hear the compliments from the crowd of men around her. "Damn, this 
ho' can dance!" and "man, look at that bitch. She's goo-ood!" She was 
brought back to reality only when the music ended, her body immediately 
regaining the composure and propriety with which she had been raised. 
Her eyes opened slowly and saw the appreciative praise in the black 
eyes looking up at her, causing her to question herself, her actions. 
She looked at Leroy, who was now smiling up at her, unvoiced compliment 
in his eyes. He broke the spell by ordering, "turn around, girl. Turn 
around and bend over." Jessica meekly did as told, standing near the 
edge of the table in front of the big man, her hands on her closed 
knees, her tits swaying beneath her. "Spread your legs, trash," Leroy 
added. Jessica again obeyed, slightly parting her feet, her legs half-
spread. "Wider," Leroy ordered briefly. Jessica lifted one leg and 
planted it a good three feet from the other while she supported her 
upper body with her hands on her knees.

"Hmm," she heard Leroy mumble, "that's one nice looking pussy." Leroy 
then stuck one thick finger in the closed lips of her pussy and pushed 
it in all the way to the third knuckle. Jessica winced from the rough 
insertion, but said nothing as the finger wiggled inside her, then 
withdrew. "Nice and tight, but dry as hell," Leroy observed as he stuck 
the finger in his mouth, sucking on it noisily. "But we goin' to fix 
that. We'll grease that hole up good." Leroy studied the puckered hole 
above the pouting lips and commented, "nice looking asshole, too." He 
pushed his saliva-wettened finger against the tight hole, causing 
Jessica to start to straighten up with alarm. His angry voice stopped 
her rising. "Stay like I tol' you, bitch!" Then he jammed the same 
finger inside her, forcing open the tight sphincter, his knuckles 
slapping against her exposed bottom.

Jessica cried out, "ahhh, that hurts!" and again tried to straighten 
up, only to receive a painful slap on her bare ass as the finger 
plunged in and out, uninterrupted by her efforts to straighten and the 
tightening of her ass muscles against the intruding digit. Leroy used 
his other hand on her back to force her head down further, her ass now 
sticking straight up as her head was forced almost between her legs. As 
he held her there, Leroy cruelly worked his finger in and out, then 
added another finger, further stretching the previously unviolated 
hole. Jessica began to weep softly as she pleaded, "it hurts, it hurts. 
Please stop." Leroy ignored her and gradually worked another thick 
finger inside her punished asshole, the first three fingers of his hand 
ultimately becoming completely buried inside the hot hole.

Finally, Leroy's probing of the sensitive cavity ended, and he took a 
handker- chief out of his pocket to wipe his smelly fingers, letting 
Jessica straighten up, her legs spread, not by command, but to ease the 
pain she was feeling in her bowels. Finishing with the no-longer white 
square of cloth, Leroy threw it on the floor, then looked up at 
Jessica, still standing with her back to him, and ordered, "git your 
ass down here, bitch." As though she was in a hypnotic trance, Jessica 
immediately complied with the order, turning around, then sitting on 
the table, she slid her ass over the edge until her feet touched the 
floor. She stood there with her hands to her sides, her eyes focused on 
the middle of Leroy's large, muscular chest, awaiting his will.

Leroy reached out with both hands and grasped a nipple between thumb 
and fore- finger. The dark pink appendages were half-erect, either from 
fear or chill, and his vise-like grip on the flattened flesh made them 
spring to full erection.

Leroy chuckled as he pulled downward on the nipples, stretching the 
skin of Jessica's small breasts into the shape of a pears. "Git on your 
knees, you cum bucket slut." His downward pull increased as Jessica 
slowly bent her knees and, bracing herself with her hands on the blacks 
hips, dropped to her knees, wincing at the pain in her breasts, as her 
eyes looked straight ahead at Leroy's lower belly.

"Take my cock out of my pants, slut. See what you're going to get." He 
stood over her with his hands on his hips, making no effort to assist 
Jessica, wanting her to submissively uncover her awaiting penetrator.

Obediently, Jessica reached out and grasped the zipper handle and 
pulled it down as far as it would go, then reached her tiny right hand 
inside the opening, feeling for underwear, surprised to find only 
thick, curly and matted, hair. She pushed her hand downward through the 
opening, her fingers encircling a very thick piece of meat, the flesh 
warm and soft to her touch, yielding as she tried to wrap her fingers 
around it, then beginning to stiffen as she pulled it upward toward the 
zipper. Jessica had taken Ben's cock out of his pants before, but it 
had never been as difficult, even when he wore tight jeans. Leroy's 
dick was bending where her thumb gripped it, pushing against the 
material of his pants, giving the appearance of some animal trapped in 
a bag as she pulled it upward, then moved her grip further toward the 
head and pulled some more, gradually working the long member in an arc 
until it was vertical. "How long is this thing?" Jessica questioned 
mentally. Her efforts to remove the swelling cock was making it grow 
and stiffen, increasing the difficulty of removing it. After at least a 
minute of effort, Jessica succeeded, the cock springing forth through 
the open zipper, the head barely making it past the top of the opening 
only because of Jessica's final tug.

Jessica's eyes opened wide at the sight before her. She knew the black 
man's dick was big from her efforts at removing it from his pants, but 
what she was staring at now was huge! At least by her standards of 
measurement, which only consisted of the three dicks she had seen in 
her life time. Two were from flashers and the third was her husband's, 
none of them capable of comparing with what was now pointing at her 
face. Jessica wasn't good at calculating the size of objects, but she 
could see that the dark brown cock was at least the size of the 
business envelopes she used at work, and they were ten inches in 
length. The object in front of her had her spellbound as she studied 
it, her tiny white hand still wrapped around it, the tips of her 
fingers barely touching, the cooked-liver-colored head slowly becoming 
unsheathed as the body hardened, stretching the chocolate skin tight, 
rope-like veins twisting around the surface, the vertical eye in the 
head seeming to wink at her.

Jessica wasn't the only one impressed with Leroy's dick, as someone 
spoke with amazement, "you the man, Leroy. You the man!" Others that 
could see his massive tool murmured in agreement, envious of the big 
man's big dick.

Leroy interrupted her fascination of his penis. "Stroke it, you cock 
loving slut. Feel what you goin' to git." Jessica couldn't believe her 
willingness to do as Leroy directed, his names for her no longer 
causing her to cringe. She attempted to question why she was now 
accepting her humiliation, her degradation, without protest even. Could 
it be fear? No, she was past that, numb to further fright. Could it be 
acceptance of her fate? Maybe. Jessica couldn't explain it to herself 
as she stroked the huge prick, first with the tips of her fingers, then 
with her hand half-circled around the shaft.

"Mmmm, that feels good, whore. Now, kiss it. Put your white lips on my 
black cock and kiss it, all over." Jessica noticeably shuddered at the 
thought of her lips touching a black man's skin, but proceeded to do as 
told, keeping her lips closed tightly as she gave the now-hard cock 
pecks from one end to the other..

"Use your tongue, cunt. Kiss it right," Leroy demanded. Mentally 
resisting but physically complying, Jessica opened her mouth slightly 
and stuck out her tongue, running the tip up and down his dick. When 
her tongue touched the tip, Leroy's cock jumped with excitement, 
striking her nose before settling back to its position slightly above 
horizontal.

"Gawd, that's so good," Leroy breathed, then began to undo his pants 
and let them fall to the floor, then kicked out of them. "Lick my nuts, 
too, you piece of white shit. Smell what a MAN smells like." Jessica 
had to raise Leroy's dick against his belly to obey his command, 
tilting her head sideways as she licked the tightened nut sack, 
wrinkled and covered with tight curly black hairs. His cock rested 
against her cheek as she licked his large balls, precum slowly dripping 
from the eye, adhering to her smooth skin. Jessica's nose was assailed 
by the musk of the big man, a scent like an animal, not as unpleasant 
as she had imagined.

Leroy grasped her head in his two large hands and pulled her away from 
his dick and nuts, pushing her head backwards to look up at him. "You 
like my black cock, don't you bitch?" Before Jessica could say 
anything, Leroy revised his words, "no, you LOVE my black cock, don't 
you?" He stared into her eyes hypnotically, waiting for the reply that 
Jessica couldn't bring herself to repeat. Leroy moved his hands to her 
nipples, having to bend over to reach them, and fiercely squeezed the 
distended, sensitive skin, making Jessica jerk with the sudden pain.

"Tell me you love my black cock, whore, or I'll tear these things off."

"Oww," Jessica cried out softly, then agreed, "yes, mister, yes."

Leroy prompted, "Say you love my black cock! And call me 'Master'."

"I-I, I love your bl-black cock, M-Master," Jessica managed to blurt 
out, her eyes watering with the pain in her nipples, her face turning 
beet red beneath her tanned skin from the humiliation enforced upon 
her.

"Ha, ha," Leroy's voice boomed. "I know you do, you white whore. All 
youse white women do." As emphasis, Leroy grasped his dick at the base 
and slapped it against her cheek. "Now, I'll let you suck it, you shit 
slave." He held it against her lips and pushed forward slightly with 
his hips in a silent command, grinning as Jessica's mouth opened 
obediently and inserted the head into her hot cavity. She had to 
stretch her mouth to the limit in order to get the entire head past her 
lips, her tongue unintentionally brushing against the dripping eye, the 
taste of precum instantly causing her mouth to water. Leroy felt the 
increased moisture of her mouth and laughed. "Yeh, you love it, you 
cheap slut.

Your mouth shows it." He wrapped his hands in her hair and pushed 
forward with his hips, the huge cock ramming into her mouth to the top 
of her throat. With another push, Leroy forced his cock through the 
narrow opening, his pubic hairs smashing against her lips, instantly 
causing Jessica to gag, her hands flying out to push against his hips 
in vain as Leroy's grip in her hair impaled her face on his full ten 
inches of hard meat. Jessica's throat spasmed for against the hard 
intruder, her lungs heaving for air, as her mouth opened even wider in 
a gag reflex. Her feeble efforts only made the sensation to Leroy's 
dick greater and he held her tightly for a full minute, reveling in the 
convulsing of the helpless white girl's throat muscles on the head of 
his cock.

Leroy finally released Jessica's head when he saw her weakening from 
lack of air. She immediately pushed hard against him with both hands, 
knocking herself over backwards, her body bending at the knees, her 
legs pinned under her as she retched helplessly and her lungs worked to 
regain breathing.

Jessica rose on one elbow as she attempted to regain some composure, 
but was quickly knocked on her face as Leroy swung his booted foot hard 
against her ass, profanely chastising her. "You god-damned bitch! Don't 
you EVER do that again! When you suck my dick, you better not gag." He 
drew back his foot to kick her again and Jessica quickly scooted up 
against the legs of the pool table to escape another painful blow.

Jessica whined, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it." She pulled 
herself into a tight fetal curl, her hands covering her head, her ass 
and back still facing the angry Leroy.

Leroy didn't swing his foot as her exposed ass, but bent down and 
slapped the white skin with his open hand, the sound like a firecracker 
exploding in the small room. "Master, bitch. I tol' you to call me 
'master'." Jessica flinched from the stinging slap and drew her knees 
up tighter against her bare breasts. "Master, master," she cried. "I'm 
sorry." Her quick acquiescence to the black's command seemed to appease 
Leroy, as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to a sitting 
position. "Get up, you cock loving whore. I'm going to teach you a real 
lesson." Jessica couldn't help but struggle to her feet as Leroy 
continued to pull on her hair. When she was standing facing him, Leroy 
put his large hand under her chin and raised her face so her eyes met 
his. "You gonna have to learn to suck a real dick, girl. A black man's 
dick. An' you going to learn to do it without that gagging shit." His 
eyes burned into her's and he questioned, "do you understand, slut?" 
Jessica nodded as much as she could with her chin locked in the grip of 
the huge hand. He turned to the men observing his belittlement of the 
naked white men and asked, "ain't that right, bro's?"

"Yeh, yeh," some of them responded, while the white-hating Ras spoke 
his feelings, "that's right, Leroy. Let's make this white shit whore 
suck ALL our dicks. Make her cum-drunk, the shit-eating piece of 
trash." While he spoke, Ras began undoing his pants, pulling his hard 
dick through the zipper and stroking it meaningfully.

Leroy cooled them all, "not yet, you assholes. I'm going to get her 
first." He spun Jessica around and bent her over the pool table, 
slamming her face down on the felt top, her toes barely touching the 
floor. He shoved her legs apart with his and, holding his massive hard 
in one hand, rested it against her hairless pussy lips, then slid it up 
and down the closed opening, muttering about the dry hole. He reached 
for her arms and pulled them behind her back and crossed them at her 
waist, one giant hand locking them together in a powerful grip.

Satisfied that Jessica couldn't move, Leroy then suddenly rammed his 
hips forward, instantly opening her pussy in one brutal shove.

Jessica screamed, "agghhhh, you're hurting me!" as she attempted to 
twist her body about and her legs flailed the air on each side of 
Leroy's. Leroy pushed again, slamming his pubis hairs against her ass, 
and Jessica screamed louder, "oh, god, god, it's tearing me. Oh, 
please, please, pleeease!" Leroy used his free hand to slap Jessica on 
the side of her head, reddening her ear as he reminded her, "master, 
bitch, say master." Even through the pain coursing through her innards, 
Jessica knew she had to obey and croaked out the words, "master, 
please, please, you're hurting me." Leroy only grinned as he withdrew 
his dick to where just the swollen head was buried inside the tight 
hole, then plunged forward again, the entire ten inches of hardened 
muscle slamming inside her, punching her inner organs brutally.

"You'll get used to it, bitch, so shut your fuckin' crying." After at 
least six long strokes inside the tortured channel, Jessica began to 
feel her pussy loosen, her un-willed lubricant beginning to permit the 
large cock to slide in and out without the previous friction. She 
relaxed her body and completely submitted to Leroy's pummeling of her 
love cavity, beginning to feel sensation return to the brutalized 
organs, her body betraying her by its response to the pistoning cock.

Abruptly, Leroy withdrew his cock completely from the now-wettened 
cunt, his breathing noticeably heavier. "Damn, that's good pussy! Hot 
and tight." He continued to hold Jessica's arms pinned to her back as 
he panted, "now, I want some of this white ass." Leroy placed his now-
slick dick against the puckered hole, still stretched from his earlier 
probing, and worked the head in circles, rubbing the mix of his precum 
with Jessica's pussy juices over the tight hole.

Satisfied the small hole was ready, Leroy began a steady forward push 
with his hips, the massive head of his cock pushing against the flesh 
surrounding Jessica's asshole, depressing the area into the pelvic 
opening, the resistance causing his prick to bend with the force behind 
it. Leroy wrapped one huge hand around his cock for support and 
continued to push. Slowly, agonizingly, the blood-filled head began to 
spread the orifice, the surrounding muscle giving way to the intruding 
dick. As if it was an opening gate, Jessica's sphincter suddenly 
swallowed the complete bulbous head with a small popping noise.

Jessica's back arched upwards with the tearing stretching of her tender 
asshole and she screamed loudly, "aaaiiieeee, god, god, oh, stop, 
stop,." Her small hands were clinched in tight fists, the tanned 
knuckles turning white as her fingernails cut into the palms of her 
hands and her arms struggled anew against the grip of the black man 
tearing into her bowels. Tears streamed down her face as Jessica 
continued to cry out, her voice breaking into sobs as Leroy's big dick 
pressed forward, forcing her bowels to straighten to accept his hard, 
ten inch cock, the friction pushing her anus and colon further inside 
her.

Then, with a final lunge, the punishing tool was buried completely in 
her bowels, bringing the loudest scream yet from Jessica's lungs, her 
head collapsing on the dirty felt with a thud as the scream ended. She 
was in too much pain to hear the jokes made at her expense, comments on 
how her asshole would never be tight again, and how she wouldn't even 
feel a turd come out of that hole again. The blacks watching Leroy's 
plundering of the white woman's asshole were receiving almost as much 
pleasure from the event as was Leroy, a prurient pleasure, one born of 
hatred for whites in general, a retribution of sorts for past 
treatment.

The sound of her scream appeared to revive Ben as he startled upright 
in the chair by the wall, his eyes flying open in disbelief as he saw 
his beloved wife being fucked in the ass by a black, a 'nigger', he 
thought in derogatory terms.

It was more than he could stand, and Ben struggled to his feet, the 
need to help his wife overcoming momentarily his fear of pain or death. 
But he didn't get far as a fist came crashing against his chest, 
knocking him back into the chair and knocking the wind out of him. A 
black man standing beside him leaned and whispered in his ear, "you 
better stay put, man, or Leroy will cut your throat.

Just a word of advice, is all. I tell you, he's mean and he hates 
whites, so you better just leave it alone." Ben thought of the man's 
words, not even looking to see who had advised him, and quickly 
realized the man was probably right, that he didn't stand a chance 
against the odds he would face if he did anything. And then, what would 
happen to Jessica? Ben had the cold realization that they would be 
lucky to escape with their lives, and he had to avoid doing anything 
that would further jeopardize them. In resignation, Ben buried his face 
in his hands, resting his arms on his knees, not feeling the pain any 
longer from the blows he had received, just wanting the ordeal to end.

Leroy was unsympathetic to the white girl's misery and, after a couple 
of long strokes in and out of the smelly hole, he held it buried in her 
as he released her arms from his grip and transferred his hands to her 
hips. Leroy gripped the white hips tightly and backed up, pulling the 
limp, sobbing Jessica off of the table as he kept his dick impaled 
inside of her. Jessica had to catch herself with her arms against the 
rail of the pool table as Leroy backed up, his hard cock supporting her 
lower body, his hands keeping her ass against his belly, her toes 
completely off the floor. Another step backward by Leroy and Jessica 
lost her grip on the table, her upper body flopping downward as she 
strived to use the muscles of her back to straighten, the bending of 
her body bringing fresh pain to her innards as the huge black cock was 
forced to another position inside her. Leroy's hands left Jessica's 
white hips and went to her back, bending her in two as he pushed 
downward, his body bending with her's. When they were both bent over as 
far as possible, Leroy reached around Jessica's long legs and grabbed 
each one, the large hands completely encircling the legs just above the 
kneecaps. Leroy immediately straightened, holding Jessica's legs tight 
to her small breasts, her ass now bent in a smooth arc, her pussy 
pointing straight ahead instead of downward, revealing the convoluted 
lips that had been stretched beyond normal, the bright pink skin of her 
pussy like a neon in the dim room..

The secret passage to Jessica's birth cavity lay open for all those in 
front of her to see, a dark, beckoning tubular corridor, still dripping 
with her juices.

The bending of her body in such a torturous position had at least 
pulled the large cock inside of her out a couple of inches, but Jessica 
still felt no relief from the fullness her bowels were experiencing, 
the pain still evident on her face along with the humiliation of her 
complete bottom being revealed for all of the leering men to see. But 
the humiliation was not over for Jessica.

Jessica heard Leroy's booming voice in her ear as he asked the room, 
"who wants some of this white pussy? We'll give this slut two black 
dicks." Leroy's question was almost needless, as all of the blacks in 
the room wanted some of Jessica's pussy, as well as the rest of her 
holes. There was a lot of laughter and jostling, but the burly black 
named Ras was the one who stepped forward first, jamming his middle 
finger in Jessica's unprotected cunt to the hilt. "I'll fuck this 
bitch, man. Give me that pussy and I'll tear it up." Leroy didn't care 
who shared the girl with him, so he instructed Ras as he held Jessica 
in the air, "get on the table then, Ras, where I can set her sloppy 
pussy on yer little dick." Ras blustered as he dropped his pants and 
sat down on the edge of the table, "shit, Leroy, ain't nothing little 
about this." He shook his already hard dick as emphasis, one hand 
wrapped around the dark meat, another two or three inches showing above 
it. Ras' dick wasn't as big as Leroy's, but it was still a good eight 
inches, and quite thick. "I ain't never had no complaints," he 
laughed..

Leroy carried Jessica to the edge of the table, her arms helplessly 
dangling beside her as she looked at the next black dick that was about 
to enter her, the shame of her experience turning her face red again, 
the sadness and hopelessness revealed in her eyes. She felt like an 
object, a piece of meat, as Leroy positioned her open bottom above Ras' 
waiting dick. She felt the firm, velvety tip pass her pussy lips, then 
a sudden entry as Leroy released the weight of her body to fall on both 
his dick and that of the black on the table. His hands had released her 
legs as Leroy had achieved his goal, going to her back to push her over 
on top of the grinning Ras.

His odor assailed her nostrils, the smell of sweat and beer unfamiliar 
to her and she quickly moved her head to one side to escape the black's 
smell. Her attention was soon diverted from avoiding the odor of the 
humping form beneath her as both dicks began to slide in and out of her 
abused holes in unison, the heads of their dicks bumping together 
through the skin of her organs with each thrust inside her, her entire 
lower body feeling full with foriegn objects, pushing against her, 
stretching every part of her genitals, their breathing a cadence to the 
fucking of her cavities.

Jessica began to feel her body respond to the massaging of her nerve 
endings by the two impaling dicks, and shame flushed all over from head 
to toes, the color coursing from her head, through her torso, and down 
each limb, turning the white skin bright red and the tanned a reddish 
tan. She couldn't believe her body would betray her, would yield to the 
pleasure beginning in her loins and spreading up her body, causing her 
sex juices to begin to flow, her breathing becoming shallow and more 
rapid. "This can't be," Jessica thought, then tried to will her body to 
stop the increasing response. "I can't enjoy this, I can't, I can't," 
she repeated to herself. "It's rape, that's all. It doesn't feel good." 
Her thoughts were fruitless as her nerve endings in her vagina, her 
clit were stimulated more and more, even the long dick buried in her 
ass giving her sensations she had never felt before, new feelings, new 
pleasure. Jessica felt herself slipping, her resolve to not enjoy the 
plunging dicks melting away, her primordial sex urges taking control as 
her hips began to move with the fucking cocks, grinding into them, 
pinching them with her muscles, her mouth opening in sexual 
abandonment. Her open mouth proved to be an invitation to another black 
as she felt a dick being pushed into her mouth, smaller than the others 
in her, but just as hard. Jessica began to suck erotically without 
thinking, hungrily sucking the love tool into her mouth, completely 
yielding now to her previously hidden sex drive, becoming a rutting 
animal in place of the reserved woman she had always been.

The black in her mouth exclaimed, "this bitch likes it, Leroy. She 
likes it.

Man, look at this cunt suck it." Leroy grunted as he stroked Jessica's 
ass long and slow, "uh-huh, uhhh, uhh, I knew the cock loving cunt 
would." Another black standing by the table with cock in hand offered, 
"we going to make this white preppy whore a cum bucket. Fill her with 
our cum. Make the bitch have a black baby." The younger black named BJ 
complained, "hey, one of you hurry up. You gotta share that bitch." 
Jessica felt the dick in her mouth jerk spasmodically, the black man 
muttering "shit! shit, I'm cumming!" then a warm, sticky glob spurted 
over her tongue, filling her mouth with the unpleasant taste. She 
stopped sucking on the rapidly deflating cock, not wanting to draw more 
of the foul sperm into her mouth and, as the brown dick was pulled out 
of her mouth, she let the creamy white substance dribble from her mouth 
onto the green felt of the table beneath her face.

Leroy stopped stroking his long cock inside her loosened asshole and 
cursed, "you goddamned bitch!" Then he swung his ham-sized hand at the 
side of her ass with a powerful slap, causing Jessica's body to jump. 
"Mutha-fuckin whore, you messing up our table!" He slapped her ass 
again as he commanded, "lick it up, you filthy slut." Jessica stared at 
the white mess just inches from her face and shuddered at the thought 
of licking the gooey mess off the dirty felt, her previous passion 
evaporating with her disgust, unmoving except for the slight rocking of 
her body caused by the black dick in her pussy continuing to move in 
and out of her.

BJ moved to the side of the table near the hesitating white body, 
pulling his belt through the loops of his pants as he moved. "I'll make 
the bitch clean it up, Leroy." Even as he spoke, BJ raised his arm with 
the doubled-over belt gripped tightly in his hand and brought it 
swinging downward in a long arc, the folded end brushing the ceiling in 
its descent, and smashing against the middle of Jessica's back right 
below her shoulder blades.

Jessica's reaction was instantaneous, her back arching upward, her head 
bent back with thin streams of cum sticking to her lips and chin. 
"Eeeiiii," she cried out from the burning pain. "Owww, that hurt. 
Please don't, please." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the young 
black raise his arm again and quickly lowered her head to the table and 
attempted to lick up the spreading cum, but her efforts only succeeded 
in spreading the mixture of her saliva and sperm.

Leroy rewarded her futile effort with another smack on her ass. "Suck 
it up, you worthless piece of shit! Suck it up and swallow every drop." 
BJ punctuated Leroy's orders by bringing the leather down on her back 
again, crossing the red welt already rising on her smooth skin from the 
first blow of the belt. Jessica could hear his sadistic "hee, hee," as 
he whipped her back.

Again, Jessica's back arched in response, but she muffled her scream of 
pain as she quickly placed her mouth on the table-staining spot and 
sucked, feeling the now-cold fluid re-enter her mouth, her nose 
wrinkling up at the taste of the black man's cum.

Leroy smacked her ass again with his open palm, then observed 
something. "Damn, this bitch liked that. Her ass twitched." He slapped 
the other side of her ass and began to stroke his dong inside her 
again, increasing the speed of his forward movements. "Oh, yeh, this 
cunt likes to be slapped. Hit her again, BJ." BJ gleefully obliged, and 
aimed the belt lower, striking Jessica's upper ass cheeks, causing her 
butt to squirm and her legs to thrash as he voiced his pleasure at 
inflicting pain on a white woman. "Hee, hee, hee," the young black 
cackled again and again in a maniacal tone, as he struck the bronzed 
skin two more times before dropping the belt on the floor and pulling 
his skinny dick out of his pants. BJ stepped sidewards to occupy the 
position the previous black had at Jessica's head and grabbed her hair 
as he shoved his dripping cock in her moaning mouth. He held Jessica's 
head with both hands and fucked her mouth vigorously, quickly adding 
his load of spunk to the one before, his nuts pumping spurt after spurt 
deep into her throat. Giggling again between groans of pleasure as he 
saw Jessica's throat work to swallow his seed. He pulled his limp dick 
out and swiped it across her face, leaving spider web-like threads of 
stickiness stringing across her lovely features.

Leroy continued to smack her ass, first with one hand and then the 
other. Not hard, but enough to make Jessica's ass muscles twitch with 
each blow. Jessica couldn't understand the reaction of her body to the 
punishment as she felt her arousal returning, sharpening with each 
smack on her bare skin, with each penetration of the dicks inside her. 
Even the burning sensation she felt on her back had become a source of 
pleasure, replacing the pain. Each slap on her pale ass raised her 
climaxing consciousness another step, until finally, Jessica began to 
moan, low gutteral, primitive moans, her ass wiggling, her pussy 
constricting and relaxing with each exciting stroke of the hard cock 
inside her, her body becoming hot to the touch, almost feverish.

One of the waiting men questioned, "hey, is the bitch okay? Sounds like 
she's hurting." Leroy laughed derisively, "shit no, fool, this slut is 
cumming. That's what she's doing." He began to fuck her ass harder, 
faster, his breathing beginning to come in gasps, "damn," gasp, "damn, 
she's," gasp, gasp, "hot. What - a - fuck." Jessica felt a warm 
flooding deep in her pussy as the man beneath her stiffened his body, 
grabbing both shoulders to hold the rocking torso still, and spilled 
his load of jism against the wall of her womb. The heat of the cum 
inside her igniting the nerve endings sent Jessica over the edge as she 
bent her head back, eyes closed, mouth slack, and groaned, "ahhh, ahhh, 
ahhhhhh." She worked her inner muscles feverishly, milking the cock 
inside her pussy for more of the climax-inducing hot cream as her 
asshole tingled from Leroy's rapid pounding..

Her voice became a muffled, high pitched repetition. "Oh, oh, oh, 
ohhhh, god!" as one climax after another took over her being, 
convulsing every muscle inside her as she experienced sensations she 
had no idea she was capable of.

The white woman's climaxes joined with Leroy's quickened pumping of her 
firm ass brought a loud bellow from the big black man as he raised 
himself on his toes and slammed his belly against her pelvis, gripping 
her hips as he exploded his cum deep inside her bowels, the flooding 
sperm feeling like an enema to Jessica and extracting yet another 
climax from her before she dropped her head to the table beside Ras' 
head, her chest heaving against his, tiny beads of sweat coating her 
body, mixing with her natural perfume in a sensual scent.

After a couple of finishing strokes, Leroy backed his large cock out of 
her, the now-limp meat flopping between his thighs. He walked around 
the side of the table where Jessica had neatly folder her clothes and 
picked up the silk blouse.

After fingering the smoothness between his calloused fingers, he 
wrapped it around his dick and cleaned Jessica's bowel slime off his 
treasure, wiping it carefully from one end to the other as though it 
was an object of great value.

He threw the soiled top on the floor and turned to where the freshly-
fucked girl still rested on top of Ras. "Bitch, you're one fine fuck. I 
love that ass." Jessica heard his words of praise and looked up at 
Leroy, her eyes shining with her spent passion, softly whispering, 
"thank you, thank you." Ras pushed Jessica's body off of him, rolling 
her onto her back on the table, the position of her ass on the railing 
causing her legs to hang suspended above the floor and her pubic mound 
slightly elevated above her heaving belly in an erotically inviting 
pose.

Seeing his chance to get some of the white woman's pussy, another black 
stepped between her legs and guided his already-hard dick inside the 
dripping cunt. He lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulder, then 
began to rhythmically fuck her well-lubricated pussy, complaining to no 
one in particular, "shit, man, this pussy is stretched." Despite his 
complaint, the black continued, his belly slapping against Jessica's 
ass with each forward lunge. Another black climbed on the table and, 
sitting on Jessica's small tits, slipped his dick into her mouth, then 
leaned forward over her head and fucked her face just like it was 
pussy..

Someone cheered, "yeh, face-fuck her, Jo-Jo. Give that bitch a facial." 
Two others, tired of waiting for a turn to enjoy the naked white woman, 
walked to the table where the woman Leroy had called Chantel sat, and 
after a few words, pulled her out of her chair and dragged her to the 
pool table. One tried to push her onto the table and received a vicious 
slap across the face for his efforts. At that, Leroy stepped forward, 
now wearing his pants, and back-handed the unsuspecting black girl, 
knocking her to the floor.

Chantel put a hand to her cheek and whined, "why you do that, Leroy?" 
Leroy wasn't about to explain, but pointed a finger in her face and 
warned her, "you get your ass on that table, or I'll beat the shit out 
of you, Chantel." Chantel's wide-eyed look at Leroy only slightly 
revealed her hear of him and she quickly scurried to her feet and sat 
on the edge of the table. She didn't resist further as the man she had 
slapped pushed her onto her back, raised her full skirt, and jerked 
down her panties, then got on the table between her legs. In a few 
seconds, the black man was ramming his dick into Chantel's almost 
lifeless pussy. It was obvious that even though she may have to submit, 
she didn't have to make the man's rape enjoyable and she laid there 
with her eyes focused on an unseen spot on the ceiling while the man 
fucked her dead pussy. When the first one finished, the other man who 
had dragged her to the table took his place, receiving the same 
unfeeling sex as the first.

The black fucking Jessica's face finished first, his cum squirting down 
her throat as he buried it in her up to his swollen balls lying on her 
chin. Jessica no longer fought the taste, accepting that she had to do 
whatever the crowd of black men wanted, in a way perversely wanting to 
be used by the primitive men.

After the black screwing Chantel finished with her, he slid off of her 
and went to the bar for another beer. Chantel started to rise from the 
table but was stopped by Leroy, "we're not finished with you, you black 
'ho."

Jessica hadn't even been aware that the black fucking her stretched 
pussy had been replaced by another while Chantel was being raped, only 
becoming aware of the new face when she looked down her at her breasts, 
her fingers tenderly examining the ravaged skin of her nipples. She 
only gave a cursory glance at the black busily pumping his swollen cock 
inside her, oblivious now as to how many and who had used her body. 
Despite the cramping of the muscles surrounding her pussy cavity from 
endless climaxes, Jessica's body continued to betray her, responding to 
each dick filling her dripping cunt, succeeding in only making her 
desire more, driving her like a nymphomaniac. She no longer cared if 
the man's dick was short or long, fat or skinny, as long as it stroked 
the raw nerve endings within her.

When the man presently screwing her finished and pulled out of her, 
Jessica scooted back on the table to give her hanging legs support and 
ease the ache she felt in her thighs. She lay there a moment, her knees 
pulled up, her feet flat on the table, waiting for the next black to 
fill her once more, then suddenly realized that she needed to use the 
bathroom, her bladder awakening with a full warning. Just as another 
man approached the table from out of the dimness of the room, Jessica 
quickly sat up and embarrassingly admitted, "I have to use the 
bathroom." The man who had planned to be next to plunder her hole 
grabbed her ankles and roughly informed her, "not 'til I get some of 
that pussy, whore." He climbed up on the table, still holding her 
ankles and started to spread her legs, his dick already sticking 
straight out of his pants.

Jessica looked pleadingly around the few men still around the table and 
her eyes met Leroy's as she beseeched, "please, please, I have to go. 
Please let me up." Leroy came to her rescue just as the man between her 
legs was preparing to slip his dick in her. "Hold up, stupid. Let the 
slut go piss." The man glared at Jessica, but wouldn't look toward the 
big black, resignedly releasing the white legs and scooting off the 
table as a couple of his buddies laughed, teasing him about missing the 
boat.

Jessica sat up, her movement forcing her open cunt to expel most of the 
cum that had been spewed inside her onto the fabric covering of the 
table. She grimmaced as she remembered Leroy's anger when she had 
spilled cum deposit earlier, and she mentally crossed her fingers that 
he wouldn't see the much larger puddle of creamy scum.

Leroy was more observant than she had hoped, immediately stepping to 
the side of the table nearest Jessica, his hand drawn back, prepared to 
slap the terrified woman. "Dammit, slut, I told you to not mess up our 
table." Jessica drew back in fear, her hands covering her face. "I'm 
sorry, s-s-sorry.

Pleease don't hit me. Pl-please, m-master." Her visible terror and 
remorse stopped Leroy's hand in mid-swing, and he dropped the ham-sized 
fist to his side, a look of momentary pity on his face, quickly 
replaced with a stern, disciplinarian countenance. "Alright, cunt, I 
won't beat you this time. But you know what you have to do, don't you?" 
Jessica nodded in relief, then quickly scurried to her knees and bent 
her mouth to the table, sucking the cummy mess off the green cloth, 
swallowing noisily as she endeavored to remove every trace of all of 
the black men's release that had spilled from her pussy. Her trained 
response to Leroy's unvoiced command silenced the room for a minute, 
the men impressed by their leader's control of the white woman. One of 
them laughed and voiced what everyone was thinking, "you sure got that 
bitch trained, Leroy. She'll make a good 'ho." The remark broke the 
brief silence, bringing more laughter and agreement to the statement.

Jessica finished sucking and licking the mess off of the table, 
completing her task by rubbing her hand over the damp spot, trying in 
vain to eradicate the blemish her body had deposited. Leroy praised her 
efforts, something unusual for him. "That's good, girl. You can go piss 
now. But hurry back 'cause there's more dick for you to take care of." 
Jessica quickly slid off the table and, looking around frantically, her 
legs clamped tightly shut, anxiety showing on her face, she spotted the 
single rest room and made a dash for it, blushing as she heard men 
laughing at her predicament and someone saying "that bitch really had 
to go, didn't she?" She pushed the door open, revealing a dirty, tiled 
room with toilet paper on the floor, a sink hanging precariously on the 
wall, the white porcelain blackened by built-up dirt. There was a stall 
on the end of the room opposite the door, the stall door hanging 
crooked with a broken hinge. Jessica hurried on tip toe to the 
partially open door and looked with disdain at the filthy commode 
inside the small cubicle. It hadn't been flushed in some time and the 
seat was in the down position, covered with men's piss. She picked up a 
roll of rough toilet paper from the floor and hurriedly unrolled a long 
strip around her hand, then thoroughly wiped the wooden seat while she 
danced on her toes with the urge to pee.

When she was satisfied the seat was as clean as she could get it, 
Jessica unrolled a couple more strips of the paper and carefully placed 
it on the seat then quickly sat down on the paper in disgust. The 
instant her ass hit the paper, Jessica's bladder released its built-up 
contents, bursting forth between her pussy lips in a hard stream, 
sounding like a high pressure steam line venting. She sighed with 
relief, the ache in her bladder easing as the stream of piss continued 
unabated for a good minute.

Jessica had just unrolled a few sheets of paper and was wiping herself 
when she heard the restroom door open. She reached for the handle of 
the stall door and attempted to close it, looking for the absent latch. 
She sat there silently, wondering if someone had to use the single 
toilet, but hesitant to come out of the stall naked, although she 
realized that everyone in the bar had seen every inch of her body.

A big black hand grasped the top of the stall door and jerked it open, 
easily pulling it from Jessica's small hand holding it shut. The black 
stepped inside the stall and stood grinning down at the naked woman 
sitting on the commode, the sight evidently a first for him as he 
stared in silence at her for a moment before announcing his intentions. 
He unzipped his pants and pulled out a large, thick dick, almost as big 
as Leroy's, and still on the rise. He was of medium height, but 
overweight, and if his cock had been average, he wouldn't have been 
able to see it without leaning forward, due to his portly belly. The 
single, naked light bulb in the room shined on his oily, bald head and 
glinted on the lone gold tooth in the front of his mouth as he 
leeringly grinned down at the naked white woman.

"Suck my dick, cunt. I wants a blow job." He stepped forward, his legs 
straddling Jessica's, his cock now hard staring her in the face, and 
pressed the moist head against her lips. The black repeated, "suck it, 
'ho." Jessica opened her mouth without protest and let the black man 
slide his dick inside her dry, parched mouth, his cock filling the 
small space as he pushed his hips forward. Taking her head in his 
hands, holding her still as he fucked her mouth, pushing his hard, 
smelly prick as far as he could before pulling it back and then coming 
forward again, making long, slow strokes past Jessica's stretched lips, 
the bulbous tip pushing against her throat opening. After all of the 
large dicks Jessica had been made to suck that night, she had finally 
learned how to deep throat without gagging, the knowledge necessitated 
by her fear of angering Leroy again. She relaxed herself and let the 
black man standing in front of her use her mouth as if it was a pussy, 
his belly slamming into her face with each of his driving strokes.

She could sense his building excitement as his strokes quickened and 
prepared for the burst of cum in her mouth, but was surprised when the 
man quickly withdrew his spurting cock and let it spew all over her 
face, white globs of sticky cum splattering her cheeks, mouth, and 
eyes. The humiliation would normally have sickened Jessica, but the 
night's events had changed her, or perhaps, uncovered a hidden psyche 
from deep within her. Rather than feeling ashamed, Jessica wiped her 
face with one hand and then surprised the leering black man by sticking 
the fingers in her mouth and sucking his dripping cum from them.

The man looked at her in surprise before muttering, "damn, bitch, 
you're some hot slut. Whew!" He stuck his dick back in her mouth and 
instructed, "here, you can clean me up, too. Lick it clean, baby." 
Jessica dutifully obliged, actually enjoying the taste of cum still 
oozing from his deflating cock. After a moment or so, the satisfied 
black pulled his dick out of her mouth, stuffed it back in his pants 
and stepped out of the stall. He turned around and looked back inside 
at Jessica and smiled, "thanks for the blow job, girlie. You were 
good." Then he was gone as quickly as he had come.

His parting words surprised Jessica. He was the first one of the many 
she had accommodated that night who had shown any gratitude. His words 
made her feel good about herself, and a sense of pride flushed her 
body, proud that she could please a complete stranger. Thinking about 
her newly-discovered feelings, Jessica stepped to the dirty sink and 
bent to wash her face, disappointed that there was no hot water, but 
relieved that she was able to wash, at least. She looked around for 
something to dry with, but didn't see any towels. She stepped back into 
the stall and unrolled a large wad of toilet paper and dried her face 
and hands, surprisingly humming a tune as she did so.

As Jessica re-entered the room, her transformation was noted by some of 
the men still present in the bar, surprised at her jaunty step, her 
brazen demeanor as she stepped to the pool table and hoisted herself 
up, sitting on the edge, her legs swinging like a little girl, looking 
around at the different faces, trying to remember if she had been 
fucked by this one or that one. She remembered a few of the faces, but 
wasn't sure about the others. Jessica could tell that several men must 
have left, as well as Chantel, the only other woman. There were only 
about half a dozen left now, she calculated, and she knew she had been 
had by at least three of them. Of course, Leroy was there, and she saw 
the one called BJ, and one other that she remembered fucking her in the 
pussy. She looked over at Ben, still seated in the same chair against 
the wall, looking at her strangely.

His look wasn't one of anger, or even concern for her, but one she 
hadn't seen on his face before. It was as if, as if he was watching a 
pornographic movie, Jessica finally realized. Oh, he had looked at her 
with an aroused look before, but this was different. He was looking at 
her like she was a whore, and he seemed to like what he saw. Jessica 
couldn't completely fathom what must have been going through Ben's mind 
and she didn't have time to concentrate on it as the black who had 
earlier wanted to fuck her stepped in front of her.

"My turn, cunt. I'm goin' to give it to you in all yer holes, now," the 
black bragged. He pushed Jessica back on the table and climbed up, 
straddling her face. "Suck it first, bitch. You cock-sucking slut." 
Without another word, the man shoved his cock in her mouth. True to his 
word, the black screwed Jessica in every hole with his six inch prick, 
finishing with her ass. Jessica was relieved that this black man wasn't 
as big as the others had been, her asshole already punished severely. 
After the man got off of her, he was quickly replaced by another 
penetrating her butt hole with a larger dick, once more stretching the 
once-tight orifice beyond nature's design. She happened to look at Ben 
as the man held her hips off the table and plunged in and out of her 
ass. She was both surprised and shocked by what she saw. Ben was 
actually rubbing his crotch as he watched the man fucking her ass! The 
look on his face was now definitely one of leering, of arousal, much 
like the way some of the black men had looked at her.

She couldn't understand the change in her husband, much as she couldn't 
understand the change in herself, so she put it out of her mind, 
returning her gaze to staring at the table surface as the black rocked 
her body with his pounding of her butt.

The next one was the man she knew as BJ, back for seconds. Or was it 
thirds? Jessica couldn't remember. So many had put their dicks in her 
more than one time and it was difficult for her to keep track of who 
and when. BJ wanted a blow job and Jessica happily obliged, accepting 
that she loved sucking black men's dicks.

She enjoyed it almost as much as having a big one in her pussy, and she 
was becoming quite expert at the game of fellatio, making a game out of 
how fast she could make a man shoot his load down her throat. It didn't 
take her long with BJ, her manipulations of his dick with her tongue 
and mouth proving more than he could withstand. After BJ got off the 
table, Jessica sat up and slid to the side of the table and dropped to 
the floor. Brazenly, she walked over to one of the tables occupied by 
two blacks and picked up a beer sitting in front of one of the men. 
Jessica turned it up and took several big swigs of the cold liquid as 
the owner of the beer looked at her in disbelief, surprised the white 
bitch would have the nerve to take his beer. She sat the bottle down in 
front of the man with an impudent gesture and turned on one bare foot, 
heading back to her fuck bed.

Jessica heard the chair scrape the floor behind her and the man angrily 
mutter, "goddammed bitch. I'll kick your ass." She grinned as she saw 
Leroy step away from the wall he had been leaning on, watching her 
actions with interest, his big arms crossed on his muscular chest, 
glaring at the man behind her. Not even looking back, she knew the man 
had retreated, and she heard his chair scrape the floor again as he sat 
down.

No one was going to mess with Leroy's woman, and Jessica felt a warm 
pleasure just knowing he would protect her. She walked to where Leroy 
was still standing and smiled up at him, flirtingly staring into his 
eyes. Leroy laughed and shook his head. "Girl, you better be careful. 
Some of these men will cut your heart out and have it for breakfast." 
Jessica stood on her tip toes and placed her tiny hands on Leroy's 
broad chest.

"But you'll take care of me, won't you, Leroy?" Leroy's voice boomed 
with laughter, "haw, haw, girl, you something." He slapped her ass 
playfully, then became serious. "Yeh, ol' Leroy will take care of you, 
baby. You're my woman now and I'm going to take good care of you. You 
goin' to make me rich with that body." Just then, two men walked in the 
unlocked front door, one of them inquiring of the old man at the bar in 
a loud, boisterous voice, "hey, pops, where's that white woman giving 
up pussy?" Before the old man could reply, the two saw Jessica standing 
with Leroy next to the pool table and headed towards them. One knew 
Leroy and greeted him, "hey, bro, what's up?" His eyes studied 
Jessica's body as she stood there, her hands still on Leroy's chest, 
devouring her lean figure with his eyes.

Leroy replied, "nothin' happening, Sammy. What's with you?" Sammy 
nodded his head at Jessica, "she the one giving it up? We ran into 
Hecky and he said there was some good white stuff down here." Leroy 
nodded, "yeh, she's the one. This is my white 'ho." He patted her ass 
again for emphasis.

Sammy wasn't sure how to proceed after what Leroy just said. "Bro, you 
selling her? Hecky said she was free. C'mon, man." Leroy shrugged, 
"naw, she's free... for now. Everyone gets a free sample tonight, but 
it'll really cost after this." It was beginning to dawn on Jessica what 
Leroy had meant about 'getting rich' and she resented being talked 
about like she was a piece of meat. She lowered her arms and started to 
walk away, but stopped in her tracks when Leroy demanded, "where the 
fuck you goin', bitch? Get your ass back over here." The tone of his 
voice more than what he said made Jessica quickly return to stand in 
front of him. Despite their earlier banter, she knew Leroy had a dark 
side and she dared not anger him.

Leroy took Jessica's chin in one hand and lifted her face to stare in 
her eyes, "take care of these two brothers, slut. And don't you ever 
walk away from me again. You hear?" Jessica acknowledged Leroy with a 
nod, her playful mood evaporating. The black named Sammy asked Leroy 
"what will she do, man? She suck or fuck?"

"She'll do whatever you tell her to do, Sammy. Do anything you want, 
just don't damage the merchandise." Leroy had returned to talking about 
Jessica like she was merely property, something to be used, and he 
wanted to impress that in her head.

"Damn," the black beside Sammy spoke. "She'll do it all?" He looked 
appraisingly at Jessica, studying her firm, youthful body, her pretty 
white face topped with tousled blonde hair.

"You just let me know if she won't do what you want, an' I'll take care 
of the bitch," Leroy explained. "You'll see, she's one fine whore."

"Where's her pad?" Sammy inquired, looking around and not seeing any 
place to do the white girl.

Leroy jerked his thumb at the pool table, "we been doing her on that, 
but you can do her on the floor, if you want." Sammy took Jessica's arm 
and pulled her with him toward the pool table, Jessica following 
meekly. The black with Sammy complained, "hey man, I don't want to do 
it out here in the opening." Sammy understood his buddy's problem, 
knowing the other black had a small dick, the smallest he had ever seen 
on a black man. He saw the door to the restroom and guided Jessica 
toward it, his hand rubbing her ass as they walked. As soon as they 
were behind the closed door, Sammy ordered, "lay down, girl," and he 
began to remove his pants.

Jessica looked at the dirty floor in disdain and wondered aloud, "here? 
On the floor? It's dirty." Hanging his pants over the stall door, Sammy 
impatiently replied, "well, where the hell else can you lay down, 
bitch?" He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down, forcing 
Jessica to the floor on her back. Sammy then straddled her chest as he 
spoke to his friend over his shoulder, "now, we'll see if she'll do 
ANYthing she's told." He moved forward over Jessica's face until his 
hanging nut sack hovered over her mouth. "Suck my nuts, cunt face. And 
you better not hurt 'em." Sammy sat back slightly on his haunches and 
let his balls touch the white girl's lips, waiting to see if she would 
do as ordered.

Jessica didn't hesitate, but took one nut tenderly in her mouth and 
worked it carefully with her tongue, feeling the sack tighten as the 
black's dick began to rise and rest across one cheek. While she nursed 
the man's nuts, the other black got between her legs and easily slipped 
his small dick inside her. It was so small that she couldn't even feel 
it now that her pussy had been stretched by the many black cocks 
pushing in it the last several hours. She wondered if the man fucking 
her would even be able to feel enough of her cunt to cum.

Sammy raised up so his balls slipped out of Jessica's sucking mouth, 
his long dick flopping on her face, then moved his ass a couple more 
inches up and instructed, "now, whore, lick my asshole. Work your 
tongue around it and in it." Jessica's nose even wrinkled at the 
thought, the musk of the bare ass poised over her face almost over-
powering, then she shook her head in refusal, almost whispering, "no, 
no, please. I don't want to do that." Sammy sat down on her face, his 
asshole centered on Jessica's closed mouth. "Do it, whore. You do it or 
I'll tell Leroy you refused. He'll beat the shit out of you." Jessica's 
surrender to the foul, humiliating demand was quick when Sammy voiced 
his threat, her tongue tentatively pushing between her lips to touch 
the wrinkled hole above.

Enjoying her capitulation, Sammy directed her every move with her 
tongue. "Lick in circles, whore. Yeh, that's it. Now, work that white 
tongue inside my shit tube. Taste me, slut, you shit-eating whore." 
Jessica followed Sammy's every instruction, stretching her tongue out 
of her mouth as far as she could, wanting to satisfy the man's perverse 
demands as quickly as she could, working to end this degradation. She 
could feel Sammy's dick harden even more against her face, his long, 
skinny tube appearing to grow even as she worked her tongue around the 
tightening hole. She silently wondered if that was the way all men 
reacted to a tongue in their smelly hole and if she would ever dare to 
find out some day.

Sammy's dick was now dripping precum on Jessica's forehead and he slid 
down her body to let the shiny, clear fluid wet her lips, then lifted 
her head and pushed his rod in her mouth. Unlike many had done that 
night, Sammy didn't try to plunge his entire dick down her throat, but 
seemed to take more pleasure in the feel of Jessica's tongue dancing 
over the sensitive skin on his dick head, not moving, but leaving his 
cock just a couple of inches inside the hot, moist mouth, groaning with 
pleasure as Jessica stroked his prick with her tongue.

After several minutes, Sammy spoke over his shoulder, "you gotta try 
this whore's mouth, Buck. This bitch can suck! Let's switch." Buck 
eagerly switched places with Sammy, knowing he would get the relief his 
nuts were aching for in the white girl's mouth. Buck didn't even 
hesitate as he squatted over Jessica and lowered his dick into her 
waiting mouth. Jessica could taste her own juices on the small dick and 
it acted as an aphrodisiac, causing her to hungrily suck on the four 
inches the black offered. Then she felt Sammy's long cock slide into 
her pussy, immediately plunging deep enough to massage her womb, 
setting off flashes of intense orgasm, moaning climaxing sounds around 
the dick in her mouth.

She began to feverishly suck Buck's dong, her hips thrashing on the 
cold floor as Sammy worked his cock around and around, in and out of 
her clamping pussy, giving her a series of the best orgasms she had all 
night. It was just mere minutes before Buck's cock squirted warm 
streams of cum over Jessica's tongue which she hungrily swallowed, 
further delighting the man with his softening meat in her mouth. Buck 
stood up, and that gave Sammy the opportunity to raise Jessica's legs 
and flatten them against her chest, not missing a single stroke of his 
pounding pole. The new position pushed Jessica's cunt and ass upward, 
flattening her vagina slightly, the sensations she was feeling from the 
massaging of her insides reaching new heights, causing her to scream 
out with pleasure as wave after wave of sexual release washed over her 
body, reaching the pinnacle when Sammy's dick exploded with his built-
up load, the hot sperm mix coating her insides, further exciting the 
tingling nerves.

The two blacks left the restroom, but Jessica just remained laying on 
the floor for several more minutes, letting her body return to normal, 
her breathing slow down from the chest-heaving of her climaxes. 
Finally, Jessica got up from the cold, dirty floor, brushed herself off 
as well as she could, and returned to the area around the pool table. 
She saw Leroy at the bar and detected filtered rays of sunlight coming 
through the curtains covering the front window. She realized with a 
start that it was dawn. Or maybe later. That meant she had been there 
at least six hours. Six hours of being used and abused. Jessica didn't 
think it was possible as she made her way to Leroy's side. It hadn't 
seemed that long.

Leroy smiled as she walked up to him and even put an arm around her 
waist. "You must have given those guys quite a ride, baby. Both thought 
you were the greatest. Sammy even offered to buy you from me for a 
thousand bucks." Leroy laughed at the thought. A thousand dollars, 
indeed! This white chick was worth that much for one night. He thought 
those thoughts, but didn't express them to the naive white girl. Leroy 
patted Jessica's white ass, then spoke to the beer bottle in his hand, 
"well, I hafta get to work, but I'll be seeing you again, sweet thing." 
He fished Ben's drivers license out of his pocket and glanced at it in 
the dim light. "seven fifteen Ravenswood Lane, in Riverside, huh?" He 
looked at Jessica for confirmation and she nodded. "That's just a 
couple hours from here, so you can bet your sweet ass that I'll be 
coming to Riverside." Leroy studied her face to determine her reaction 
and didn't see any sign of concern on her pretty features, so he warned 
her, "an' don't think of calling the po-leece about tonight, either. 
There's plenty that were here who'll say you were willin'." Jessica 
vehemently shook her head, "I, I wouldn't do that, Leroy. I promise! I 
swear on my mother that I won't tell anyone." She rested a hand on his 
shoulder and looked up at him innocently, yet flirtatiously, wanting 
him to see she would never report what had been done to her.

Leroy stared into her soft blue eyes, attempting to read the thoughts 
concealed behind their depths, wanting to believe her, to assure 
himself it was safe to let her and her husband go. After a minute, he 
sighed, feeling that Jessica was telling the truth and wouldn't 
endanger him. He pulled her against him and squeezed her waist with his 
arm. "I believe you, baby. You my whore now and I know you goin' to 
treat your man right." He took a long swig from the bottle in his hand 
and added, "I'm going now, but before you leave, you take care of pops, 
here. Got that? He wants a blow job, but the old fuck won't ask." 
Jessica nodded, looking at the old man behind the bar who was making a 
pretense of cleaning the spotless bar and not listening in on their 
conversation. The thought of giving an old black a blow job certainly 
didn't appeal to her, but she rationalized that his would be just one 
more dick of the many she had sucked. And, besides, Leroy told her to 
do it, so she knew she would. She looked up at Leroy again, something 
of adoration in her eyes, and appealed, "c-can I ask you for 
something?" Seeing the question in his eyes, Jessica hurriedly blurted, 
"W-will you, will you give my husband his license and credit cards? Pl-
please, Leroy?" She waited apprehensively for Leroy's reaction to her 
request, fearful that he would be angry that she would ask something 
for her husband.

Leroy appeared to think a minute, then nodded, "shit, why not? I don't 
need 'em.

Just wait 'til I write down your address, though." He left her side and 
went around the bar to the cash register, found a pen and piece of 
scrap paper, then scribbled the address from the license. He thought of 
something and turned to face Jessica across the bar. "Give me your 
phone number, too, sugar, so's I can let you know when I'll be comin' 
to see you." Jessica was relieved that Leroy didn't get angry, 
surprised by his now-friendly attitude. She gave him the number, and 
while he wrote it down, she revealed, "it's a good thing you asked for 
it. I mean, it's, it's unlisted." Jessica stumbled over her explanation 
when she realized how eager she was to give him her phone number. Her 
face flushed with the thought that she really wanted to see the 
powerful black again. It was as if she was under his spell, unable to 
revert to her normal, independent self. His mere presence made her legs 
feel like jelly and her heart beat faster. She had no explanation for 
her unfamiliar feelings, only yielding and accepting them while 
reveling in the emotion.

Leroy came back around the bar, pulling Ben's credit cards out of his 
pocket as he walked, then handed them to Jessica with a patronizing 
grin. "Here you go, girl. That's all of 'em." Suddenly something 
occurred to him. "Say, what's your name, anyways? Hate to keep calling 
you other things."

"J-Jessica," Jessica murmured demurely, touched that Leroy would 
finally want to know her name, wanted to be on a personal level with 
her.

Leroy reached out and cupped her cheek with his large, rough laborer's 
hand. "I like that... Jessica. It fits you." He took a step toward the 
door, then turned, "don't forget pops. An' anyone else who wants some 
more. Then you can go home." Without another word, the big black strode 
out of the bar, not even looking back at the white woman longingly 
watching him until he was out of sight.

Jessica turned and looked around the near-empty bar. Besides her 
husband, there were only three blacks left. Pops behind the bar, who 
was leering at her as he continued to wipe the clean bar top, the one 
she knew as BJ, and one other black sitting with BJ near the pool 
table. She saw BJ and the man with him looking her way, their heads 
together conspiratorially, and something told her that their 
conversation involved her. She wondered what the two had in mind, but 
she theorized it couldn't be any worse than what she had already been 
through.

"Might even be fun," she thought. Jessica made her way to the pool 
table, stopping to ask Ben how he was feeling and hand him the credit 
cards and license she had recovered from Leroy. "How are you, honey?" 
She looked at him with concern, noticing the swelling on the side of 
his head, but at the same time, seeing the bulge in his crotch and 
surprised that he could be aroused after being hit.

"I'm okay now," Ben replied, his eyes fastened on her naked body, 
thinking of the abuse she had suffered through the night, but not 
appearing or acting as he expected. Her hair was a mess, and their were 
streaks of dirt on her body, but she looked as appealing as she always 
did, "perhaps even more so," Ben thought.

"You look like you're doing okay. They hurt you?"

"Well, some," Jessica admitted, but I'm okay now."

"How did you get my credit cards and stuff back?" Ben queried as he got 
up and retrieved his billfold from the pool table.

"Oh, it wasn't hard. I just asked Leroy and he gave them to me." 
Jessica didn't want to explain it all to Ben just yet, not sure how he 
would feel about some of the things she knew she would have to tell him 
sooner or later.

Ben looked at her, studying her face, not completely believing her, but 
decided to drop it. "Well, lets get out of here. Get your clothes on 
and we'll see if we can find a phone or some gas."

"I, I can't leave yet, Ben. There's two more guys here and..." Jessica 
let her sentence trail off, not sure how to tell Ben of her agreement 
with Leroy.

"And?" Ben prompted. "Why can't we leave? I don't think those two guys 
can stop us." Jessica's upper teeth pressed into her lower lip as she 
searched for the words.

"Well, well, I-I made a promise in order to get your license back from 
Leroy.."

"What promise? And with who?" Ben demanded, now wanting the details.

Jessica took a deep breath and the words rushed from her mouth, "I 
promised Leroy that I would do something for the bartender and I would 
do whatever any man here wanted before I left and if I don't do it, 
Leroy might come back and hurt us, and I didn't know what else to do." 
She took another breath, then added, "and those two over there would 
stop us, too. That one is mean." Ben turned to look at the two blacks 
still staring at Jessica, wondering if they would actually try to stop 
them, not sure he wanted to risk it. He decided that 'discretion was 
the better part of valor' and admitted to Jessica, "well, you may be 
right. But lets get out of here as quick as we can. Just do what you 
have to do, I guess." Jessica stepped over to the pool table and sat on 
the edge, waiting for what was to come, watching the two blacks as they 
continued to talk, their conversation interrupted a few times with 
bursts of laughter.

She didn't have long to wait, as BJ swaggered toward her with his 
friend close behind. "Get up on the table, slut," BJ ordered, "its time 
for some more fun.." He let loose with the same maniacal laugh Jessica 
had heard when he was whipping her earlier.

Jessica looked at him a little fearfully, "y-you aren't going to hit me 
with your belt again, are you?" Her back still stung from the welts BJ 
had placed on her back, making her seriously think of fighting back if 
that was his plan.

"Naw, bitch, nothing like that. We just want some more poontang, is 
all." The goofy-looking black standing beside BJ nodded and verified 
BJ's words. "Yeh, yeh, that's all. Just poontang." Uneasy, but not 
wanting to provoke either of them without Leroy there to protect her, 
Jessica slid back on the table and laid down, slightly spreading her 
legs, wondering which of the young men would be first. She couldn't 
remember the goofy one, but she was sure he must have done it to her 
sometime during the night.

She watched BJ walk to the side of the table not far from one foot and 
deduced from that move it would be the goofy one first, but he moved to 
the side of the table opposite BJ, close to her other foot. She looked 
back at BJ, wondering who was going to have sex with her and she saw 
him nod to his partner across the table. At his signal, both men 
grabbed a leg and jerked her legs apart painfully, the sudden move 
almost dislocating her hips, her legs stretched across the width of the 
pool table with her feet hanging over the side. She cried out with the 
pain, but the two men ignored her, both of them stripping their belts 
from their pants and slipping a loop around her ankles, then pulling 
the belts downward as they both disappeared from her view. After a 
minute, she saw BJ raise up, no longer holding the end of his belt, 
followed shortly by the other black, again without the end of the belt. 
Jessica tried to pull against the leather bindings and found her legs 
were tightly strapped to the table.

Jessica became alarmed, not sure what the two were up to, and feeling 
helpless, worried that the not-too-bright men planned to torture or 
kill her. She tried to sit up, but was quickly pushed back down on the 
table by BJ, then warned, "do that again, cunt, and I'll cut your 
throat." Seeing the terror in her eyes, he tried to calm her. "Just 
relax, whore, we're not going to hurt you." BJ turned from the table 
and picked up a cue stick, then fished a ball out of one of the 
pockets, placed it on the cue spot, took careful aim with the stick, 
and struck the hard ball. "Right in the pocket," he yelled, as the ball 
struck Jessica's wide open pussy and bounced back. Goofy got a cue, 
exclaiming, "let me, let me." He tried the same shot, but missed 
Jessica's hole, hitting her leg at mid-thigh while BJ made fun of him. 
Goofy didn't like BJ's teasing, so he turned the cue stick around and 
placed the thick end against Jessica's puckered cunt lips and pushed it 
in her, then acting like he was taking aim at a ball, Goofy stroked the 
stick back and forth a few times before coming forward with a hard 
swing of the cue as though he was hitting the ball.

Jessica's pain was immense as the smooth cue stick rammed into her womb 
and she screamed, "iiiiieeeeeaaaa, don't, don't, oh god, that hurts." 
Goofy was stunned by the pain he had caused her, unaware the stick 
would hurt the white woman. He dropped the stick and stood staring, 
unmoving, at the crying Jessica, frozen in his tracks. BJ stepped 
forward and pulled the cue out of her, explaining to his friend as 
though he was a child, "you can't do that, Eddie..

You can kill her that way." Goofy repeated, "kill her? I don't wanna 
kill-l-l her, BJ. I wuz just havin' fun." BJ shook his head, then 
patted Goofy on the back, "it's okay, Eddie. See? She stopped 
screaming." Goofy looked at Jessica lying on her back, her hands 
rubbing her stomach above where the stick must have hit her insides and 
saw that she was not killed, after all. BJ picked up a cue ball and 
tossed it in the air, catching it in the palm of his hand. "Okay, 
Eddie, lets do what we talked about.

Want to?" Eddie nodded his head, but then asked, "it won't kill her, 
will it, BJ?" Again BJ shook his head at the man's stupidity, "naw, 
Eddie, it won't kill her." Then he stepped to the side of the table 
near Jessica's hips, pool ball still in his hand, and he sneered at 
her. "Hey, bitch, we're going to give you a couple souvenirs. Something 
to keep your pussy open." Even as he spoke, BJ was pushing the ball 
against Jessica's swollen pussy lips, using the palm of his hand to 
force the ball past the opening, giggling as it disappeared inside her 
with a popping noise as the cunt lips lost their grip on the smooth 
surface.

Jessica tried to sit up, "wh-what are you doing, BJ?" she demanded, 
only aware of the tremendous stretching of her labia as BJ forced the 
ball inside her, followed by the heavy feeling in her vagina. Just as 
she asked, Jessica realized what the pervert had done and anger flushed 
over her. "I'm going to tell Leroy what you did, BJ." Her threat just 
made BJ laugh, "shi-i-it, woman, Leroy's my big brother. He ain't going 
to do anything to me." To show her that her threat didn't bother him, 
he turned to Eddie, "hand me that other ball, Eddie." Eddie rolled the 
ball across the felt to BJ as he stared at fascination at Jessica's 
open pussy. He could actually see the tube-like opening and a hint of 
the ball inside her. BJ picked up the other ball, one hand pushing down 
on Jessica's chest while the other forced the second ball inside her, 
pushing it pass her pussy lips several times before he could get it to 
stay. BJ cackled, "now, that's what I call a filled cunt, hee, hee, 
hee."

Jessica felt the fullness and heaviness in her vagina, having 
difficulty believing the black could shove two pool balls inside her, 
wondering if she could extract them. She put a hand on her pussy, but 
couldn't feel anything, so she inserted a finger, her nail scraping 
against one of the hard objects. "Damn you, BJ. You asshole!" BJ just 
laughed at her predicament while he bent over and undid his belt from 
the underside of the table while Eddie did the same with his belt. 
Putting their belts on, the two men stood there cackling as Jessica sat 
up and tried to work her fingers inside her stretched twat to remove 
the weighty balls. BJ couldn't help but comment, "hey, look, the horny 
bitch is fingering herself." Jessica slid to the side of the table and 
gently lowered herself to the floor.

She could hear the balls inside her click together as she moved and 
could even feel them when she placed her hand over the area of her 
vagina. Jessica knelt as if to pee, her legs spread wide and knees 
bent, working her vaginal muscles in a vain attempt to expel the lodged 
balls. She pushed on her lower belly, but still couldn't get either of 
the balls to come out of her. All the while, the two sadistic blacks 
stood around her, laughing and commenting on her struggles.

She looked over at Ben hopelessly, silently questioning what she should 
do. He got out of his chair, obviously still in a lot of pain, and came 
to her side..

Both of them tried different ways to remove the balls, but every time 
Ben felt one with his finger, it would move and slip out of his two-
finger grip. Their actions brought even more laughter from the two 
black idiots until they decided they had seen and done enough and 
finally left the bar.

Jessica broke down as soon as the front door closed behind the two, 
weeping in frustration, begging Ben to do something. "Oh, Ben, please, 
please do something.

"Can't you get those things out of me?" Her sobs tearing at Ben's 
heart, feeling more empathy for her that when she was being raped by 
the many black men.

"Get up on the table, Jessica. Maybe I can stick my hand up there and 
get them," Ben suggested, ready to try anything. Jessica sat on the 
table and leaned back on her straightened arms, her feet propped up on 
the railing as though she was preparing for her obgyn exam. Ben put two 
fingers inside her, pushing against one of the balls and then worked 
his thumb in beside the two fingers, managing to get the three digits 
in to the knuckles of his hand, but unable to insert them any further. 
He was able to grip one of the balls, but as soon as he tried to pull 
it out of her, her lubrication covering the surface caused it to slip 
from his grip. Ben tried it with one finger and a thumb, but again 
without success. He finally had to admit defeat, withdrawing his slimy 
fingers and holding them elevated like a doctor who had just scrubbed.

The bartender, Pops, came from behind the bar to see what was going on. 
"Hey, you two, what are you doing? I wanna close up." Jessica looked at 
him tearfully and explained what BJ had done, then cried as she told 
him, "and we can't get them out. They're stuck inside me." Pops cursed, 
"goddamn idiots! Oughta shoot them! Those balls cost a lot of money to 
replace! I'll have to buy a whole set." He bent over and looked at 
Jessica's open pussy, shaking his head, mumbling curse words as he 
inspected the abused vagina. Pops stuck a bony finger inside Jessica 
and felt around for the balls, observing as he withdrew his cum-coated 
finger, "hmm, it's up in there pretty good." He straightened up, wiping 
the finger on his pants, and then rubbed his chin as if in deep 
thought. Pops suddenly came up with an idea. "Just a minute. I think I 
know how we can get them out of there." He hurried behind the bar and 
quickly returned with a pair of food tongs in his hand, snapping them 
open and shut as he knelt between Jessica's legs. Jessica looked at the 
tongs and realized they might work.

They were the kind that operated like scissors, possibly eight inches 
long and opening to about four inches. Pops held them closed as he 
inserted the cold metal in the pink passage until the hinged portion 
was well inside her, then spread the tongs as wide as he could, the 
action forcing Jessica's pussy lips wide, elongating her fuck tunnel. 
The old black worked the tongs around, going by feel as he tried to 
capture one of the balls in the open end, failing on the first two 
tries, then finally, with a loud whoop! announcing, "I got one. I got 
one!" He pulled the tongs toward him, slowly, gripping the handles as 
tight as he could, until the ball appeared with Jessica's pussy lips 
wrapped tightly around it. One final pull, and the ball popped out of 
the slimy interior with a muffled poof. The old man lay it carefully on 
the floor and returned the tongs to Jessica's wet insides and began 
fishing for the other ball. The second removal went faster with just 
one ball inside her, and the old man had it extracted in less than a 
minute. He picked up both balls and returned to the bar.

Jessica slid her feet to the floor and went to the other end of the 
table to retrieve her clothes, dismayed that only her skirt and bra 
remained safely folded on the table. She looked around concerned, then 
spotted her blouse lying on the floor beside a chair. She picked it up, 
noticing the stains on it, wrinkling her nose at the smell. Jessica 
carried her clothes into the restroom, wanting to see if she could 
clean the blouse before putting it on. She was able to rinse most of 
the excrement from the silk in the sink, having to wring it out before 
putting it on over her bra, thinking she would have to discard the 
beautiful garment when she got home.

Jessica finished dressing, then rejoined her husband, wondering out 
loud, "where are we going to get some gas, Ben?" Ben shrugged, "I'm 
sure we can find a gas station now that it's daylight. We'll just have 
to ask around." Jessica thought about it for a minute, then turned to 
the bar. She leaned over the wood counter and asked the old barkeep, 
"Pops, do you know where we can get some gas?" Pop nodded, "sure, 
little lady. I'll take you there when I close up. I think I have a gas 
can out back." He looked at Jessica questioningly, hesitant to put his 
thoughts into words, then hinted, "uh, Leroy said you'd... you know." 
Jessica had forgotten her promise to Leroy. "Oh! Oh, that. I forgot. 
Well, I did tell him I would do it." She walked around the end of the 
bar and stood in front of the old man a few seconds, then dutifully 
dropped to a squat, ready to give the old black his reward.

The black grinned, as he undid his fly and removed his half-flaccid 
cock, then just stood there, waiting for Jessica to put it in her 
mouth. Jessica was surprised by the size of the man's dick, even with 
it only half-inflated. She thought, "he must have had one hell of a 
prick when he was younger," then leaned forward and took the very thick 
sausage in her mouth. Jessica let the entire length slide into her 
moistening mouth, impressed that even in its relaxed state, it 
completely filled her oral cavity. She used her tongue to excite the 
head as she slid her lips up and down the length, using all her 
expertise to bring the aging tool to as quick an orgasm as possible. 
She didn't have to work at it very long until the old man grunted and 
she felt a watery stream of salty release coat her tongue as the 
barkeep grasped her head in his hands and pumped his dick in her mouth. 
Just as quickly as he had cum, the old man pulled his dick out of 
Jessica's mouth and returned it to his pants, not saying a word, but 
obviously pleased at having a white woman give him a blow job.

Jessica rose to her feet and asked politely, "do you think you can take 
us to get some gas now, Pops?" The old black nodded his head, his lone 
gold tooth shining through his grin.

"Sure, little lady, sure. I can close up now and we'll go get it. You 
just sit over there with your man while I get that gas can." He removed 
his spotted white apron and went around the bar, fishing keys out of 
his pocket as he walked to a door in the back wall. Jessica had just 
got to the table where Ben sat when the old man re-entered the room, 
whistling, with a beat-up gas can in his hand. "You folks come out this 
way and we'll take my car to get some gas." They got the gallon of gas 
and thanked the old man after transferring it to the BMW, then headed 
back to the gas station where Ben was able to purchase a full tank with 
his credit card and finally, after seven or eight hours, headed for 
their home.

They were both silent for at least the first twenty minutes of the ride 
before Jessica broke the silence, tentatively asking her husband, "Ben, 
how do you feel about what happened tonight? I mean, how do you really 
feel? Are you upset with me for doing what I did?"

"Gosh, no, honey," Ben assured her, surprised she would ask him that, 
afraid that she would be the one to be upset with him for not 
protecting her. He put his arm around her shoulders and drew her closer 
to him.

"I'm not upset with you. None of what happened was your fault." Not 
sure that Ben knew what she was referring to, Jessica explained, "I 
mean, I mean the things I did. Did they upset you?" Ben knew what she 
was talking about.

"I know what you mean, hon. And yes, it did bother me... at first. The 
things they were making you do, and all. And I was afraid they'd hurt 
you." Jessica was relieved.

"I thought you'd be upset because I let them do things to me like we've 
never done." Ben squeezed her shoulder, "well, it made me mad that they 
were treating you like a whore, but when I saw you seemed to be 
enjoying some of it, well... to tell you the truth, it excited me. It 
was like, like watching a porno movie, or something. It didn't even 
seem like it was you, but someone playing a part." Jessica let a smile 
escape, "really? It got you excited? I thought it did once when I saw 
you rub yourself, but I wasn't sure." Jessica remembered that they had 
fantasized a few times about group sex and even had friends that had 
talked about it, but for it to really happen, for Ben to see her doing 
all kinds of things with other men, and black men, at that, she was 
sure would make him furious. She thought more about what he had 
revealed, that he had seen she was enjoying some of it, and she 
mentally corrected his statement. She had enjoyed MOST of it, but she 
didn't want to confess that to Ben right then, so she only asked, "what 
parts excited you?"

"Oh, seeing you have three men doing it to you at one time, for one 
thing," Ben admitted. "And seeing you suck them the way you were. You 
seemed to be doing it better than you ever had with me." Jessica 
giggled a like a little girl, "oh, you liked the way I was giving them 
oral, did you? Well, they gave me a lot of practice, so I'm a lot 
better at it now." She realized that she never had given a man oral the 
way she did that night, and a part of her felt guilty that she had 
never given Ben a really good blow job. Jessica lay down across the 
seat, her head buried in his crotch, blowing hot air between his legs.

"You like that?"

"Mmmm," Ben moaned, "that feels good. That's a hot mouth." Jessica 
giggled again as she undid Ben's pants and put her mouth in the 
opening, blowing her warm breath inside, tantalizing his bulge.

Without a word, Jessica reached inside his underwear and pulled his 
lengthening cock into the open, her tongue flicking out to tease the 
swelling head. She heard Ben gasp and his dick jerked, then she slipped 
just the head between her lips and lovingly caressed the now-purple tip 
with her tongue, teasing the cum-eye, circling the smooth skin, as 
Ben's dick hardened and his balls tightened. Slowly, so agonizingly, 
she enveloped his shaft with her hot, wet mouth, her tongue continuing 
to dance across the veined surface while she let all of him slip inside 
her, her lips pressing against his pants, before she started the 
tantalizing climb back up its length, her mouth muscles vacuuming the 
stored blood up through the cock veins.

Ben put the car on cruise control and took his foot off the 
accelerator, opening his legs for the full benefit of Jessica's 
unbelievable oral copulation, groaning ecstatically with the pleasure 
she was giving. He didn't know it could be so sensational, every nerve 
from his waist down on fire, his dick pulsating with desire as his nuts 
filled with his semen. It was too much for the pent up discharge in his 
balls and shortly, in exploding spurts, he felt the cum fly out of his 
dick to course down Jessica's hungry throat, her sucking becoming noisy 
slurps as she eagerly drank his sperm. Ben's body went into complete 
relaxation, every muscle relaxing with his sexual release, the pain he 
had felt from the blows he had received completely disappearing as if 
they had received some kind of magic elixer. Jessica let his cock go 
limp in her mouth, tasting the final drainage of his fluid, content to 
leave the warm dick in the dark warmth of her mouth.

They remained that way the rest of the ride to their home in Riverside, 
Ben relaxed, his thoughts replaying the favored scenes from the night, 
and Jessica, with his deflated dick cradled between her lips, while 
she, too, revisited the earlier events, wondering, perhaps hoping, that 
Leroy would visit her. Soon.

The End