Mark Townsend - White captive

Her whole body jerked and twisted and she moaned incessantly, her face contorted in ecstatic passion. Her mouth moved ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in untamed, animal desire that had taken hold of her body as though it were writhing in the throes of an epileptic fit. Her forehead was covered with a light coat of glistening sweat that had broken out beneath her disheveled long blond hair. There was nothing that could stop her wild race for fulfillment now and the negro fucked like a mad man to end it for her.

"Oooh God, yes, yes," she cried up into the room as he slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her ass and cupped them tightly, raising them up off the bed for greater access to her open and pleading loins.

He squirmed down into her from that position with all the strength of his hips and thighs and could feel the smooth, raw flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a heart beat all around his hot, bursting cock. He fucked into her from the tips of his toes and rammed the last inch of thick black cock thundering up her hole, bringing a new ecstatic moan from her lips that resounded through the room like the cry of a wounded and dying animal. Her nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide now, gazed glassy-eyed and unseeing up into the darkness, a wild and unsatiated desire burning lustfully in them.

He pulled his head back so that he could watch the white girls face. It was something he did not want to miss, the sudden and humiliating surrender of her whole being to a black boy who had snatched her off the street in the middle of the night and fucked the shit out of her, without ceremony, in the back seat of a car. And now… now she was twisting and writhing beneath him unable to control at all her wild desire to be fucked and humiliated by that same black boy. Her face was wildly contorted with passion and her lips bared back tightly over her teeth with greater and more desperate sounds coming robot-like from deep in her savagely heaving chest.

Her arms which had been wrapped tightly around his neck, her nails digging desperately in his back, slithered down now and dug demonically into his muscular, thrusting buttocks as they pounded down into her open and unprotected loins.

Wet smacking noises resounded through the room with each cruel pile-driving lunge he made into her and blended in tempo to the sounds coming from the other room where the other three negroes were without letup, raping and ravishing the every open entrance to the fallen Jodie's body.

Duke could hear her screams resounding through the open door and it drove him to greater desire to heap all the obscene indignities he could on the white girl grunting slavishly beneath him. He ran his hands from the smooth, hollowing cheeks of her ass down to her thighs and between them to the soft, soaked, pubic hair surrounding her cunt to feel the clinging lips of flesh which held and throbbed around his cock like a tight rubbery mouth and was running with moisture which overflowed wetly down the wide-split crevice of her ass.

Her body was slippery from the sweat of the wild untamed gyrations of her ravenous body and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth on the dirty, soiled sheet beneath them. Her mouth was wide open in ecstatic abandoned she had become something crazed and inhuman as she twisted and churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking them up to her shoulders, egging him on.

"Oh, oh, deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me," she begged, gasping as if she were close to death. She was nearing her orgasm and swung her soft, tender thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving her ass in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his plunging and hotly growing black cock.

"I'm curing! I'm cuming!" she suddenly squealed with a high pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time her arms snaked tightly around his neck and smashed her open abandoned mouth to his where he could still taste the pungent flavor of his sperm that he had spurted into her throat such a short time ago. Her body arched and she held tight to him, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his still hard driving cock and down the wide-split crevice of her ass soaking his balls as they slapped hard into her tiny puckered anus.

Though he had been sucked dry a few short minutes ago the wildness of the white girl's orgasm had started a slow aching pressure deep within his balls again and he gripped the cheeks of her still rotating ass and squeezed with a crushing strength, feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," he rasped and groaned and increased the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle hard against the ragged pink flanges of her loins and his hardened black cock dipped deep down into the far, far, hidden recesses of her pulsating belly.

He felt himself cumming and throwing his hands down behind her knees, shoved her soft, tender thighs up over her shoulders and ground as far down into her open and yielding cunt as he could go, bringing groans of left over passion from her lips still locked tightly to his. Her arms still clasped him in their death grip, the ache in his baits was unbearable.

He had to cum now or he would die!

He gasped into the moistness of her mouth, felt the bursting at his loins, heard her whimpering cry and the tightening of her arms around his neck, and then, with a deep soul-shattering grunt that went on and on into her mouth, he exploded inside her, shooting his hot, liquid sperm deep down into the liquid depths of her open and receptive womb.

They lay still then, locked in the lewd embrace of love for seeming forever though it was only minutes, their interlocked limbs presenting a vivid and strange picture of black fucking white. And then he rolled off her sweat soaked body, noticing her chest still heaving from the effort of their final orgasm. He wanted to say something to make it nice but there was nothing he could think of. They were worlds apart and he saddened at the thought that the only equalizer between them now lay limp and wet between his thighs. He reached down and pulled the ragged, filthy blanket up over both of them and then turning his back on the white girl, went to sleep.

Susan awoke to the sound of a squirrel running across the roof of the shack. At first she lay still, her blurted eyes looking toward the ceiling in con fused thought.

Where was she?

It didn't look like her ceiling at home, the powder blue one with the tiny white flowers sprinkled over it that seemed to bloom right there in the room when a bright sunny day came. No, she was somewhere else and there was a different odor. A strange one that she had never smelled before, like, like something raw and savage. She started to move and then groaned under her breath. Her muscles were so sore between her thighs that she could not move them and lay still again until the pain went away.

Her stomach felt funny and filled. It was all warm inside as though there were a gently glowing coal implanted there which did not burn but still emitted a soft, soothing heat.

She moved her arms to stretch and suddenly froze!

There was something next to her and it was soft and warm like another body. She held her breath and turned her head slowly to the side. Her mouth gaped open as suddenly her eyes focused in the early morning light on a muscular, ebony back lying on the bed next to her.

And then she remembered.

She clenched her eyes tightly shut and remembered it all. The beginning with the other three negroes viciously raping the girl the leader had thrown to them; her intense fear and groveling for protection; and then finally, the wild twisting and churning of bodies and sensations. She had succumbed to those sensations, her inhibitions and prejudices totally destroyed by the ordeal she had been through in the last several days. And that was the smell, the smell of raw and consummated sex that covered both their bodies from the wild orgy of salacious pleasure they had gone through last night. And she remembered too the eruption in her belly as he had spewed his hot sperm deep up inside of her as she had urged him on with her lips, thighs, ant. That was where the heat, the heat and warmth came from that she still felt so vividly this morning in her belly. It was the great pool of white warm liquid that he had emptied into her and buried deep inside her that made her feel that way. Vague fears of becoming pregnant by him flickered through her mind but were overshadowed by the sudden realization and humiliation of knowing she had wanted it.