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

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