Mark Townsend - White captive

Her cunt flowered open wider and wider, and her moistness increased with each further second his sucking mouth worked at her wide-stretched hole. It ran in slight warm trickles down the side of the negro's cheeks pressed tightly into the softness of her ass warmly enclosing his face, and down the inside of her smoothly working loins into the soft inner flesh of her hollowing thighs.

She was almost ready to cum!

He could sense it from the wild abandoned tempo of her body and knew it was time, time to ram his cock into her innocent softness. He wanted to feel it throbbing around him when she reached that climax that was so near now, and wanted to explode inside her white little belly with himself in rhythm to her own cries of fulfillment. He wanted to fill her full of his hot nigger cum until she would never forget tonight as long as she lived. The spoiled little bitch, he'd show her what nigger cock was like and how good it could be. She'd never want one of them honky whites again, he'd stretch her so wide, she'd never be able to even feel one again. All the years he had spent in bitter subjugation himself began to bubble over in a boiling cauldron of hate and lust and the desire to hurt.

His long thick cock ached from the anticipation he was building, building, while he worked at her loins with his hot punishing mouth. With some difficulty, he slithered up to his knees and worked his hips into the now wet and glistening opening of her buttocks from behind.

"J-J-Jeez, he-he's gonna f-fuck 'er now," the gasping Stitch stuttered.

"Yeah, man," Coke breathed, his own cock now out of his pants and held tight in his free hand.

Shorty was kneeling behind her now, his hips pressed tight into the open crevice of her ass. He held the throbbing thick black cock tightly between his fingers with the large blood-filled head poised at the tight elastic opening of her cunt. He watched it with lust-gleaming eyes as the tiny wet lips contracted and throbbed around the edges like the mouth of a fish gasping desperately for breath in the hostile environment of a neglected fishbowl. He ached all over from the thought of the lovely young white girl kneeling in abject servitude in front of him to be used as he would for as long as he would.

His gaze was locked on the whiteness and purity of her body, and he let his eyes feast for the slightest of seconds on the way her soft full ass curved sharply down into the narrow wasp-like waist that looked as though it would break from the slightest of pressure. On either side of his kneeling legs, he could see her white thighs tapering down sharply to her small well-formed knees and then blossoming out again to the fullness of firm shapely calves. He envisioned her lying on her back with the dainty strength of those white calves locked tightly behind his ass pulling him into her in a savage burst of passion that only the mind can conjure. That would come later, flickered through his brain. Now his penis and testicles ached as they had never ached for anything before, and he had to ram it into her now before it was too late… before he emptied his sperm all over those soft white buttocks kneeling helplessly before him.

There was just a finger's length between her open and fully exposed vagina and the end of his cock now, and he pressed her buttocks wider apart to see it more clearly. His cock jerked slightly again as though unable to contain itself when the tiny I puckered anus came into view just above the moist opening of her vagina. For a moment he was tempted to take her there, but the thought passed from his mind as he felt a small dewdrop of moisture forming slowly on the end of his tortured prick. He had to have it now or it would be too I late; he couldn't hold back another instant.

He moved forward, slipping his knees as far up between her wide stretched thighs as he could he possibly go, and guided his long thick cock forward between his thumb and forefinger, gently parting the soft blond pubic hair with the rigidity of the throbbing head. He felt the warm soft folds of the ragged edges of her cunt close wetly over the rounded tip of his cock.

He groaned.

He had never in his entire life felt anything so soft and tender. Trapped between the delicious layers of wet ready flesh, he let it lay throbbing for a moment. The lewd contact of his thick black cock pressed into the whiteness of her behind, incited him to uncontrolled lust.

God! What a feeling, droned through his now dazed mind. He had to take her.

Shorty flexed his buttocks, feeling all the frustrations he had built up over a lifetime of being a black nothing suddenly surging forward with him into the warm wet flesh of the groaning white girl in front of him. He gasped aloud through the silence of the shabby room, as he felt the tight hot walls of her contracting cunt soothingly slipping over and then wetly enclosing the rock-hard length of his surging cock.

"Oooooooh," she grunted beneath him as he surged into her, pushing the smooth, giving walls of soft flesh inside before him like rippling waves off a speeding ship. Her body trembled and shook before the sudden assault that took her completely by surprise. She had lain dormant before the strange unknown caressive torture her battered body had accepted with grateful joy after the brutal beating it had undergone, but suddenly the mood changed. Gone were the tender wet probings of her vagina that had seemed so unreal and faraway. Gone was the daze that had encompassed her mind and taken her into another world of half-conscious ecstasy.

She was suddenly thrust back again, back again into the reality of the shabby dirty room on the filthy squeaking bed with her shoulders being pressed down painfully again into the musty mattress. Her shame and humiliation returned with a vengeance, as she felt her thighs and buttocks being swept wide apart by the thick black cock of the negro who was tunneling up into her mercilessly from behind.

"Oooh, man, she's tight," she heard a loud low gasp spit through the room behind her. "God, what a pussy!"

She squealed suddenly, not from the pain, for there was none. She was wet and open, and he slid into her easily from the warm moist secretions that had flowed from her vagina during the teasing ministrations of his tongue a moment ago. But she squealed from the sudden and degrading realization that she was hopelessly trapped on the bed between the hands of the negroes in front of her and the thick rampaging cock skewering into her from behind. She screamed for him to stop, helpless tears of frustration and humiliation flooding again from her terror-stricken eyes. But there was no respite, the intrusion deep in her dilated vagina grew and expanded before his uncontrolled assault until she felt the sudden heavy weight of hard muscular loins crushing hard into her buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart as he pressed forward more with all his strength to sink it as deep inside her quivering white belly as far as he could.

"Man," Shorty breathed, his lips bared back tight over his broad white teeth. "I'm all the way in, man."

Susan groaned piteously beneath him, her face pushed deep down into the mattress by the pressure from behind, until she could hardly catch her breath. Her vagina felt twisted and stretched as though she were being impaled on a telephone pole. She fought, clenching the muscles of her buttocks tightly together to keep the long hard fleshy stab from imbedding itself further. But, it was useless. Her struggles only incited him more, as her cuntal muscles clasping around him, wet and warm in protest against the unwanted entry, enclosed around him like warm melted butter, and made the huge black cock throb and grow inside her until she felt stretched and filled in her belly and loins beyond all possible imagination.

Her back ached horribly now, from the cruel position she was still held in for so long on the mattress, and she tried to move, but the hands had pressed against her shoulders again after her warning move when Shorty had rammed it into her from behind. She felt other hands too, hands roaming over all of her body not occupied by the negro pressed tight into her buttocks from behind. Her breasts were being kneaded and squeezed by fingers that had slipped secretly between them and the mattress while she had been occupied with the skewering of her vagina. They were hard and cruel and brought her tiny bud-like nipples to an involuntary erection from the harshness of the naked contact with her flesh.