The following story is written only for adults. It includes graphic depictions of sex unsuitable for minors. If you are a minor, please read no further.
This story also includes sexual practices that are unwise in today's world. Enjoy fantasy as fantasy. Don't be stupid.
Enjoy! Kel
Part Three, The Decision
"Goddammit!" Kelly cursed as she slammed the phone back into the cradle. This was the fourth job possibility that had turned up empty in the last two weeks. After her problems at the department store where she had been working she'd been fired. (See part two...) Now, it seemed, everybody in town had heard Billy's stories about her (See part one) and nobody wanted to hire her. The only thing she'd found so far was a part time job in a fast food place in the next town, where nobody knew her. That had been enough to buy food for the last month, but now she had no rent money, and no prospects of raising it.
She thought again about calling her father, and abandoned the idea. Even if she could get him to change his mind, it wouldn't be worth all the abuse she'd have to take. One of Billy's cronies had even managed to tell Kelly's parents about the muddy episode with the four black guys, and now they wouldn't talk to her. Well, they'd talk, but the only thing they did was yell. No, she wouldn't be going to them for help.
She plopped on her beat up, second hand couch and almost laughed. If it weren't so damned pitiful, it might be funny. If Billy had witnessed her fucking four white guys in that muddy lot he would have cheered her on. If the manager she'd been seen sucking hadn't been black, neither of them would have lost their jobs. Fucking hypocrites! Kelly longed to be able to tell the whole goddamn world to fuck itself and leave her alone. She didn't want to have to live up to anybody else's expectations. It was her fucking body, her fucking life, and she'd fuck who she wanted!
That thought did make her laugh. And then the phone rang.
TJ had waited patiently to hear again from Kelly. He was sure that she'd call sooner or later, and he had plenty of time. But she didn't call. Weeks passed, and she didn't offer to return his blanket. Trouble was, he couldn't get her out of his mind. He'd never met a girl, black or white, who was so incredibly hot, so phenomenally slutty. The silky tightness of her pussy as it enfolded his raging cock, the vision of her, kneeling in the mud, Jamal feeding her one black cock as Mike shoved another into her from behind, the memories wouldn't leave him alone.
He had to call.
It had taken him a little while to find out her last name, so that he could look up her number. At last he thought he'd seen her driving around in her beat up Chevelle, and had noted the license number. A friend of his in the State Patrol had looked up her name, address and stuff for him.
He picked up the phone and punched in the digits of her number.
Kelly grabbed the phone, hoping against hope that it was a job calling. Maybe one of the people who had turned her down had had a change of heart. Maybe they weren't all shitheads after all! When she said hello, she didn't at first, recognize the voice on the other end.
"Hello, Kelly. How you been?"
"Uh... I've been better... Who is this?"
"You don't remember me? Well, aren't you ever gonna bring me back that blanket?"
Blanket? Blanket? "OH! Damn, it's TJ, isn't it?" She heard an affirmative noise. "Well, I hate to tell you, but the blanket's ruined." She rushed on before he could speak. "I tried washing it in cold water. Didn't think that's hurt. But it looks pretty ratty. I'm really sorry...."
TJ laughed so hard he shook. "Damn, girl. You don't really think I give a shit about that blanket do you? You are somethin'....." Kelly didn't answer. "I just called cause I was hopin' you and me, and maybe a couple o' my friends could get together again! Remember, you said you wanted me to have some friends over when you brought back the blanket!"
Kelly laughed this time. "Oh, yeah! Now I remember! Well, I wasn't quite myself at that moment, was I? I mean, who would be after the fucking I'd just been given?" They laughed together at the memory, and at the vision of her mud-caked body.
"You mean, you didn't mean it?" TJ was genuinely disappointed, and it was audible in his voice.
"Well, not exactly... I mean, it was great and all... but, well... you see, it's cost me a lot... my job, my boyfriend, (not that he was any loss!) I just don't know if it's a good idea to do it again."
TJ understood, all too well. "I get you... well, at least I tried. Call me, if you change your mind!"
Kelly allowed as how she surely would, and hung up the phone.
Two more weeks passed, and three more job possibilities, each more meager than the last. Still, nobody would hire her. This, she knew, was the curse of the small town South. Everybody knew everybody's business. Kelly ached to kick the hell out of the damned conventions that bound her, as tightly as any rope, to live free of the damned strictures that everybody wanted to put on her.
And then there was the rent.
She was already a month behind, and the next month's rent was due in a week. Even if she did find a job, she wouldn't be able to make enough even to pay one month's rent between now and then.
Kelly lost it. She got so angry that she started breaking things. She picked up a dish and heaved it against the kitchen cabinet, denting the cabinet door and shattering the dish. Next went the toaster, against the same cabinet. She wasn't sure if the toaster broke, but the door surely did. She spun around in the small kitchenette, looking for something else to throw. There wasn't much loose around. Her hand settled on an army green, woolen blanket. It wouldn't break, but if she threw it at the right thing, something else might. Her arm drew back, her eyes finding a likely target, the porcelain vase on the table in the dinette, and was about to let go, when she stopped.
She looked at the blanket. It was TJ's.. The one she'd ruined.
She stopped, staring at the blanket, her mind a whirl. There was the first inkling of an idea swirling around in her mind, but she couldn't quite catch it.
Wait... Wait...
Yes! she thought, Yes!
She dropped the blanket on the floor and rushed to the living room. Beneath the phone was a scrap of paper on which she'd written TJ's number. She placed the call. "If I don't fit their damned little moral world," she thought to herself, "then the hell with them. I'll kick their fucking morals in the fucking teeth!" Her breath grew short as she heard the phone ringing on the other end.
"Yeah?"
Kelly took one deep breath. 'This is it!' she thought. 'No turning back now...'
"Hey... Is this TJ?"
"Yeah, who's this?"
"Kelly."
"Kelly? Yeah? Really?"
"Yeah, really! You wanna party?" Kelly's heart was pounding in her chest.
"Oh, shit yeah! You wanna come over now? I got a couple o' bro's here, watching the Dallas/Skins game. Maybe you could be our half-time entertainment!"
"Fuck half-time," countered Kelly. "That's only 20 minutes long, isn't it?" TJ started to laugh. "It's gonna take a lot more than 20 minutes to do what we got to do!"
TJ gave her directions to the house, and Kelly started out the door. Halfway to the car, though, she stopped and turned back. 'Maybe they'd like to fuck a cheerleader,' she thought to herself as she walked back to the house. 'I think I still have that uniform around somewhere.' She practically ran back into the house, laughing.
Once inside, she went to her bedroom and dug around in the closet until she found her old cheerleader's uniform. Cheerleaders, she had thought as a kid, got all the boys. She hadn't been too good at it, but it was a small school, so they'd taken her. Kelly hadn't stayed a cheerleader for too long, either. She got tired very quickly of the snide comments made by the other girls, girls with more money, girls who made up a very tight little clique. They made it very clear that Kelly didn't belong. Halfway through her first football season, Kelly quit.
Still, she did have the uniform, and it nearly fit. She'd grown only a bit taller since then, and maybe a little fuller in the chest. If anything, the extra height just made the short, pleated skirt shorter. The top, a heavy, lined wool that exposed a bare midriff, fit just fine. Kelly checked the lining, which was still okay, and elected to go without a bra.
She thought about going without panties, too, but that seemed to be overkill. Instead, she found some plain white cotton panties that nearly matched the white of the uniform, but were a lot softer and thinner than the panties that belonged with the skirt. Digging a little more in the closet, she found the old, red sneakers she'd bought to go with the uniform, and slid them on without socks.
Checking herself in the mirror, Kelly decided to do two more things. In the bathroom she removed her darker red lipstick and put on a pale, frosted pink, then she pulled her hair back into a pony tail. Looking again in the mirror, she thought she looked at least 4 years younger, maybe still a high school student. This, she thought, would be interesting.
As Kelly flounced out to her car and backed out of the driveway, she failed to notice that she already had an audience of sorts. Mike, a good friend of Billy's, was parked across the street and down a lot or two, watching. He'd been hanging around for a couple weeks, spying, hoping he'd be able to catch Kelly with some black guy coming out her front door, or maybe follow her to his house, so that he could get some "incriminating" pictures for Billy to use in his smear campaign.
In two weeks, she hadn't done much, at least now while Mike was around. He watched her as much as he could without interfering with his job, and had begun to wonder if she was going out during the day when he couldn't catch her. Then, that Sunday afternoon, she'd come running out of the house like she was going somewhere. 'This is it,' he thought. Then, quick as she'd come out, she ran back into the house.
"Damn," he muttered to himself, and slumped back into his seat. Fifteen minutes later, though, he saw her come out again. "Well, fuck this!" he exclaimed, seeing her in her cheerleader's outfit. At first, she didn't even look like herself. He'd never seen Kelly look so cute, and her hair! Her long, dark hair hung in a pony tail that hung well down her back. She looked like a kid!
He watched as Kelly started her car and sped down the road. Waiting until he was sure she wouldn't notice, he followed after her. The lack of traffic made it necessary to hang well back, but the simple layout of the town made it easy to follow her without getting too close. She drove out of town, north, toward Raleigh. "Now, where the fuck does she think she's goin'?" he wondered aloud.
When Kelly hung up the phone, TJ looked at the other two men in the room, grinning. "Damn, man," said Daryl, one of his friends. "You look like you just saw Santa Claus or somethin'!"
"Just about!" laughed TJ... "Just about." He told them who had called.
Sean, the other, said, "Kelly? Isn't she the one you and Mike and Rico....???"
TJ nodded, grinning. "Yup.. The sweetest piece of white ass you're ever gonna see. And you are gonna see her. She's on her way over. Says she wants to 'party'!" Sean and Daryl let out appreciative "Whoo, hoo's" and started bragging about what they were going to do when Kelly arrived. TJ got back on the phone.
"Who you callin?" asked Daryl.
"Rico, and Jamal and Mike. I promised I'd call 'em if I ever heard from this bitch again. They're about as crazy for this little white ass as I am." TJ laughed and finished dialing. He waited and waited, but there was no answer. At last, the machine at Mike's place came on, and TJ left a message. "Hey, man, the bitch is back! Kelly's on her way over here, I got Daryl and Sean over here, and I'm callin' Rico and Jamal, too. It's about 3:00 now.. If you get this this afternoon, come on over! Hell, if you get it tonight you might want to try. I think we're gonna wear this bitch out tonight!" He hung up and called his other two friends, neither of whom was home. He left similar messages on both their answering machines.
Mike followed Kelly out of town, staying well back, so that he wouldn't call too much attention to himself. If he'd been able to see inside Kelly's car, he might have felt better about following closely. There was no longer a rear view mirror in Kelly's car. In one last demonstration of the turn she was making, and her determination never to go back where she'd been, Kelly had torn the mirror right off the windshield. "No looking back!" she hollered as she flew down the road.
Mike hadn't seen her remove the mirror though, so he stayed well behind her. The traffic was light, so it wasn't too hard to keep her in sight. He checked to be sure that the camera he carried had plenty of film, high speed film. He didn't think he'd be able to use a flash.
Kelly turned off on a county road about 20 miles north of town. Mike followed, but at an even greater distance. Being one of the only two cars on the road made him feel conspicuous. The road curved just enough that, at that distance, he lost sight of Kelly's car from time to time. After rounding one of the curves, he couldn't see her at all. The road was pretty straight for the next couple of miles, it looked like, and there was no car to be seen. He slowed down, and started checking the houses on either side of the road.
There were few houses to check. On the right, he saw two, about a quarter mile from one another. On the left, the ground dropped steeply away toward a small river about 300 yards distant. At last, just as he'd started to think that she'd lost him, he saw it. Kelly's rusty old Chevelle was parked halfway behind an enormous farm house on the slope to the left of the road. The house was impressive, three stories, with lots of gables and grillwork, and a porch that ran clear across the expansive front of the building. Kelly wasn't in sight, so she must have been in the house already. Mike parked his car on the side of the road about a ways down, and walked back.
Kelly had seen the rambling farm house from a distance, and been astonished to see such a large, comfortable house out in the county. It occurred to her that the original builder had probably been a cotton plantation owner, though she hadn't thought there had been any such large plantations in this area. The fields in the vicinity of the house no longer grew cotton. Everywhere she looked she saw fields of tobacco. Much of it had been picked, and she could smell the warm, heavy scent of the curing barns on the air.
She didn't see any cars parked out front, so she followed the long winding drive around the house. As she rounded the rear corner she saw five vehicles, and gasped. "Damn!" she thought. Five? That's a lot of guys... Oh well!" She noticed that three of the cars were relatively new looking, too. There was the small, red sports car that TJ had been driving, a huge SUV of some sort, and a conversion van that had antennae sticking out of it all over the place. The other two cars were more ordinary.
Kelly took a deep breath and walked around to the long porch that crossed the front of the house, and started up the wooden steps. She'd expected the old house to be in the same condition as most of the others on farms around here, in bad need of upkeep, but as she crossed the porch, she noted that it, and the house, wore new coats of paint. TJ, she realized, had money.
Knocking on the door (there was no doorbell!) she waited with her heart in her throat. She checked her outfit one more time, and started to feel silly for having dressed this way. Her long slender legs had never been the typical, athletic ones a cheerleader should have, and they made the red and white pleated skirt seem ridiculously short. She could feel a tiny drop of perspiration trickling between her tits beneath the over-warm top. It was, she realized, made for the Fall.
When TJ came to the door, though, she stopped feeling silly. Seeing him again in the flesh caused her to inhale sharply, as though she'd been goosed by an invisible hand. In fact, that was almost exactly her body's reaction. As she crossed the threshold into the large center hall he felt goosebumps rising all over her skin, and felt her crotch begin to tingle. TJ made a funny comment about her outfit and showed her into the house, breaking the tension. Looking into the large, comfortable living room, she saw Daryl, a hulk of a man, and Sean, long and lean looking, resting comfortably, but looking at her like she was from another planet. "Gee, from all the cars out back, I thought there was a crowd in here," she said as they stood to greet her.
"Nah, three of them are mine!" laughed TJ. He told her that the van and the SUV were his, too. Kelly filed that away with her impression of the house. Definitely real money.
TJ saw Kelly's car pulling up the drive, and pointed it out to the other two in the room. "Here she comes, bros.. The nicest piece of white pussy you are every gonna lay your grubby hands on!" They all laughed, and, almost without thinking of it, each man's hand went to his crotch to adjust himself.
TJ opened the door and just whistled. He stood there for a second, looking at a dream. He and his buddies had all played football together, and they'd all joked about screwing the preppy white cheerleaders when they got together, but it had never gone beyond that. Here stood Kelly, decked out in the uniform of his school's rival, looking like she was still waiting to graduate.
"Holy shit, girl! You dressed for the game, huh?" and he laughed as he ushered her into the house. Kelly seemed to blush as she passed him and turned into the room on her left, from which the raucous sounds of a football game were coming. When she entered, her nerves started to return. Instead of any of the men she'd met weeks earlier, there were two new, unfamiliar guys, and they leered like they were looking at a porn film.
TJ sat on a large, overstuffed couch, and patted the cushion next to him. "Put it right here girl... You want a beer?"
Kelly sat next to him, putting her hand on his massive, rock hard thigh. "Beer?"
"Yeah," he chuckled. "Game's got about a quarter to go, and the skins are up. You aren't in a rush, are you? I gotta see this. Hate them fuckin' Cowboys." Kelly said that, in that case, she would definitely like a beer, and TJ sent Daryl to the kitchen for five fresh ones, and they settled in to watch the remainder of the game.
This isn't to say that nothing at all happened. Kelly could hardly keep her hands to herself. She cuddled beneath TJ's shoulder, her hand busy in his lap. TJ was wearing only some shorts that looked like cut off sweats, and a tee shirt. The way his dick flopped loosely beneath the jersey of his shorts, she was pretty sure there was nothing beneath them. The lump under his shorts didn't stay limp for too long.
Daryl watched with some amazement and a lot of humor as he watched this slim, dark haired white girl playing with TJ while he tried, hard as he could, to concentrate on the television in front of him. The bigger she made his cock the less she looked up at the game. The less she looked up, the more TJ tried to ignore her. It was pretty damn funny.
Finally, it seemed, she gave up behaving herself. Her slender white hand slid down TJ's thigh to the rough edge of his shorts and started to slide up beneath them. Daryl saw both of them inhale quickly when she found what she was looking for. Her hand started moving up and down inside his shorts. She was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. TJ's eyes started to blur.
Kelly had waited as long as she would wait. She'd been through two beers already, and she could tell TJ was getting hot, but he was determined to watch the damned game. It was over, for all practical purposes, anyway. The Redskins were ahead by 17 points, and there were only 5 minutes left in the game. She thought she knew a way to get his attention.
She traced her fingers down the inside of TJ's thigh. His cock was already a substantial bulge that ran down the leg of his shorts. The end of the bulge was only a couple inches from the bottom of his loose shorts. Her finger tips passed from fabric to black skin. She tickled the flesh of his thigh for a moment, and felt him tense briefly. Then she started moving her fingertips up, up along his thigh till she found the fiery heat of his cock's head between them. The sensation made her gulp air. She heard him do the same, and she smiled as she began to caress the torrid shaft.
Looking up, she saw the Sean was still fixated on the football game. She met Daryl's eyes. He had been watching, and he was grinning as widely as she was. "Mmmmmm," she moaned quietly, expressing her satisfaction at finding the object of her desire.
"Mm, yourself," chuckled TJ. "You just can't stand for me to finish watching my 'Skins, can you?"
"Nope!" she answered, wrapping her fingers around the meaty shaft in his shorts and rubbing more firmly. "I came her for this," nodding towards his lap, "not for the damned football."
TJ laughed again at her directness. "Goddam, girl, you do know how to say what you want!" Kelly almost giggled. "Well, if you're so damned anxious to get ahold of my cock, why don't you just suck it till the game's over? Here..."
TJ raised his behind off the couch and pulled his shorts down, exposing his swollen cock which was just starting to raise itself from his lap. Kelly helped, pulling his shorts down till she was sure they wouldn't get in the way, then she knelt right in front of TJ and went happily to work on his prick, sucking and licking at it.
Grabbing the shaft with her hand and pumping it, she began sucking forcefully on the head, making TJ groan. "Ohhhh... damn, girl... damn that's good. You white girls sure do know how to suck cock!" His hips began to squirm involuntarily as her tongue went back and forth, again and again, across the sensitive underside of his glans.
The harder she got him, the more she had to lean forward to keep his cock in her mouth. The farther she leaned, the more of her barely covered buns showed beneath the short hem of her skirt. Daryl was getting an eyeful, and now, so was Sean. Both sat, eyes wide, watching this amazing slut work over their friends cock like she was starving. The game was just about forgotten.
"Enough o' this shit... Damn, gotta check this bitch out for myself!" Daryl got up from his chair and got on his knees behind Kelly, pawing at her ass and legs with his large hands. Kelly moaned gratefully as his fingers began probing the moist beneath her panties, pushing them to one side. With a free hand, she guided his fingertip to her clitoris. He began to rub it, rapidly and hard, and Kelly shook uncontrollably as the sensations rocketed through her body.
Sean quickly grew tired of watching, and walked over to the couch, sitting a little sideways next to TJ so that he too could get his hands on Kelly. At first he played with her firm tits through the thick material of her top, but soon decided it needed to come off. One large button on each shoulder held it in place, and, after unfastening them, he started trying to pull it over her head. Kelly only resisted because it meant she had to let go of the long black pole she'd been sucking, but she lifted her head just long enough to get her top off and went back to work.
Outside, Mike was about to shit all over himself. He'd crawled down the yard, keeping a large magnolia between himself and the plate glass window that looked into the living room. When he had reached the tree, he'd crawled along beneath it's lowest branches until he could just see from beneath the tree into the house. He had picked out Kelly's red and white outfit quickly, and gone to setting up his camera.
He took out a hooded 400 mm lens and fastened it to the camera. Then he put the whole thing on a small tripod to steady it. Looking through the mirrored lens, he found he could see pretty well through the window. The downward slope of the yard toward the house also put him above the window, so he could see most of the room except for the ceiling. Kelly's hand, he saw, was already in one big, black guy's lap.
She seemed, for a while, to be content with that, and Mike wondered if he'd ever get the incriminating stuff for Billy that he wanted. He waited. And waited.
After almost half an hour, he saw what he'd come to see. Kelly jumped to the floor in front of this nigger and started sucking him. He couldn't see exactly, because her back was too him, and her head hid what she was doing, but it wasn't too hard to figure out that her head wasn't bobbing up and down just for the hell of it. He started firing with the camera.
Before long, another, much larger guy had moved in behind her, putting his hands all over her. He, too was in the way some, so Mike only took a few more pictures, waiting for something more to happen. A third nigger took up a position beside her, and, through the lens, Mike saw him take off the cheerleader's top she'd been wearing. There was no bra, and her tits bounced free. He clicked off a couple frames before the big guy got in the way again.
Though he wasn't wasting film, Mike continued to watch in amazement as Billy's sweet Kelly let these three big black bastards paw her and use her mouth that way. There was no question that she was enjoying herself. Her body squirmed and writhed beneath their hands with unmistakable ecstasy. He lost himself in the scene, waiting patiently for the stuff that he'd put on film.
Kelly, mean time, had just about accomplished what she set out to do with TJ. She could feel his cock starting to twitch in her hand as she rubbed her hand up and down it, her mouth clinging to the head like a lamprey. He was about to come, but not, she was sure, for the last time today. She slowed for just a moment as Daryl, behind her, tugged her panties down, and she had to lift one knee, then another to get them off.
Returning to her furious pace, Kelly mewled little questioning sounds with her mouth quite full, begging TJ to let go. His eyes were almost completely closed, his hands on the back of her head, urging her on. She saw his balls draw up, tighter, tighter, and she knew they were about to empty themselves into her mouth.
Sean waited impatiently toying with Kelly's tits as TJ fucked her mouth and Daryl prepared to do the same to her pussy from behind. Daryl's fat black dick bobbed humorously as he lifted her skirt over her ass and pushed it up onto her back. He guided it to the wet opening between her legs just as TJ started to grind and moan out his climax.
"Oohhhhhh! OH GOD.. OH GOD.... yeah baby.. Take it! Take it! Take it all, Kelly... You slut! Eat it!" TJ bellowed as his balls exploded, sending stream after scalding stream of thick cum shooting out of his cock into Kelly's hungry mouth. She pumped him like a pro, swallowing every bit of it as he came and came, grunting and panting like a bull. He grabbed her head and held it down on himself, driving his hips up into her face as the last spasms wracked his loins. "Oh, shit that was good.... Goddam, girl... You are somethin' else..." Kelly licked the tiny remains of his cum from the underside of his cock.
Before she could respond, she felt Daryl give a shove, and push his huge cock into her from behind, pushing it deep and hard. Pain shot through her as her pussy tried to accomodate this sudden intrusion. She cried out.
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" He withdrew most of the way and shoved again, this time burying all of his big, black dick in her pink pussy.
"Take that, bitch!" he yelled triumphantly as his thrusts made Kelly squirm with pain and pleasure. "Take it!" He started pummeling her cunt, beating his belly against her tight, round ass so that her whole body trembled.
Sean wasted no time making his presence felt, either. He pulled Kelly's head and shoulders toward him, turning her so that, on all fours, his cock was right in front of her face. "Don't forget this one, slut!" he chuckled as he pushed his cock into her mouth, her eyes glazed with the slamming her cunt was getting. Grabbing her head, he held it firm and started rocking, driving his cock in and out of her mouth like it was a cunt with a tongue. "Oh, yeah, baby... Suck it now!"
Kelly was about to burst. Between the cock's spearing her from either end and the long anticipation of this adventure, she was ready to cum, and cum hard. She sucked the best she could at the long, hard cock that was trying it's best to push it's way into her throat, but her pussy was about to go ballistic. She whimpered and cried, moaned and slurped as her climax built and built.
Just as she felt like she'd crested, and was about to come down a little bit, she sensed that both the men fucking her were about to cum. She held as still as she could, waiting to receive the floods of precious goo.
TJ watched in awe as Kelly took both those long hard dicks at the same time, gasping and spluttering, but clearly having the time of her life, despite her discomfiture. He saw Daryl and Sean exchange glances, and realized they were timing themselves. Both of them were about to cum together, about to drown her simultaneously with a flood of cum. He grinned as he saw them work.
"Okay, bitch," yelled Sean, "Here's your reward!"
Sean's eyes rolled up in his head, and he growled fiercely as he slammed the last two inches of his cock into Kelly's face, distending her throat so that even TJ could see he was well into her gullet. "Mine too, bitch.. Here it comes!" groaned Daryl as he buried his cock in her deep and held it there.
"OOOOHHHHH!" they yelled together.
And the door flew open. "Look what the hell I found! Whew, looks like I got here just in time!"
TJ, Sean, and Daryl all looked up suddenly to see what was happening. Kelly couldn't move, as both men still held their sperm-spewing rods deep inside her, impaling her thoroughly from both ends.
Rico stood in the door, holding a very uncomfortable Mike by the scruff of his neck. He looked a bit the worse for wear, and he had a huge camera hanging around his neck. Kelly didn't know who Rico held, but she recogized his voice from her first escapade. It wasn't until Sean had finished spilling his cum into her throat and withdrawn that she could take a gasping breath and look up. She recognized Mike immediately. "I know him... he's a friend of Billy's!" she choked out. "Must be spying on me!"
"Oh," said TJ, getting up without his shorts and walking over to Mike. "You like to watch, huh? You like watching your boy's girl get a REAL fucking from a bunch of niggers? Huh?" TJ, furious, drove a fist into Mike's middle, doubling him over.
"No, don't!" said Kelly. TJ looked at her, confused, and still angry. "Let the motherfucker watch if he wants. Probably do him good to see a woman get a real fuck. He might learn something!"
TJ grinned and nodded. As Daryl removed his sagging cock from Kelly's spunky pussy, he sent Sean for duct tape that they used to bind Mike's hands and feet, then taped him to a folding chair from the closet. One last piece of tape went across his mouth.
Kelly got unsteadily to her feet and walked over to him, her skirt falling back into place over her hips, but her tits bare and her face showing traces of the two loads of cum she'd already swallowed. She grabbed Mike's camera from TJ, who was holding it.
"Did he send you with this?" Mike shook his head. "I don't believe you!" she screamed, drawing the camera back as though she'd hit him with it. He flinched. "Fucking coward! Can't even do his own dirty work, now? Goddamn him!" She lowered her arm, handing the camera back to TJ. Kelly explained the way that Billy had spread the story of their earlier encounter with TJ and his friends, and the way he'd twisted it. She told him too, about the encounter in the store room, and her resultant joblessness.
"See, babe, thatt's what brought me back to you. I figured as long as I was getting fucked every time I turned around, I might as well get fucked by somebody who could do it so I'd like it!" TJ smiled at her as she handed him the camera. "Do you know how to work these things?"
TJ nodded. "Shit yeah.. Got a better one upstairs. Why?"
"Cause I want to send some pictures back to Billy by this sonofoabitch. Will you take some for him? Show him how much better off I am with you than him? Huh?" Kelly's eyes were wild with laughter and rage.
"Sure, babe. No problem here!" TJ looked to Rico. "Was there a bag with this?" Rico said there was. "Go get it. This lens won't work in here." As Rico ran back out to get the camera bag, TJ faced the intruder again. "I don't know what the fuck you thought you were doing, looking in my windows with this thing, but you better be damned glad Kelly here stopped me. You'd 'a been years getting your face put back together!
Rico came back in with the gray bag, and TJ switched to a standard 50mm lens. "This oughta be fast enough, with the film he has in here. Got 24 more exposures, too. Yeah, this'll do." He pointed the camera at Kelly. "Lemme get a shot of you, just like that!" Kelly posed for him, bare tits shining. "Pull your skirt up, so we can see the pretty bush of yours!" She pulled up the skirt, showing the camera the small tuft of soft brown hair at her crotch, and the camera clicked. The auto-winder whirred.
Kelly turned at that point to Rico. "Good to see you again," she said, walking over to him. She gave the lump in his jeans a squeeze. "I think you've got some catching up to do!" With the other three egging her on, Kelly knelt in front of him, unbuckled his pants and freed his swelling prick. It flopped, long and almost hard in her hand. "Mmm.. Just a little work here.... and then..." she smiled as she bent to the task of hardening his cock. Kissing and licking, squeezing and pumping, it was only moments before he was rock hard. She lifted her mouth from his tool and looked up at him. His eyes were closed.
"Now, it's about time one of y'all got acquainted with my tight little ass. Can't believe none of you has fucked it yet!" TJ and Daryl both made appreciative noises as Kelly positioned herself on the couch, kneeling, facing the back, bending to show her butt. The skirt, kept falling in the way. "Will somebody help me get this off?" Sean was eager to help. He unzipped the side of the skirt and actually pulled it over her head. Now Kelly was completely naked, but for the red sneakers on her feet. She bent forward again.
"What're y'all looking at? Rico, let's get busy!" He strode over to the couch, shedding his shirt and jeans as he did, and kicking his shoes across the room. Kelly reached back and guided his cock to the tiny rosebud between her ass cheeks. It was slick already with the cum and other fluids that had been leaking from her pussy for the last little while. She held her breath and tried to relax.
"Now you're gonna know what it is to get ass-fucked!" bragged Rico as he pushed harder and harder, wedging the head of his cock into her ass. "Here it is!" Suddenly he gave a sharp shove and the first three inches of his cock sank rapidly into Kelly's ass.
"OH, SHIT!" she yelled as she felt her anus burning with the sudden stretch and friction. He withdrew a bit and shoved again, worming another two or three inches of thick black cock into her ass. "Goddamn!" she cried again, gasping. Again and again he drew back and pushed forward with great force, stuffing her ass full of his cock, until at last his groin met her buns, and she could feel the root of his tool nestled against her anus. She gathered enough breath to hiss, "Now, fuck me! Fuck my ass till you cum!"
Rico needed no more encouragement. He withdrew and slammed the whole length of his cock into her at once, producing another wail of pain and gratification. Kelly could hardly believe what she was feeling. The pain should have been excruciating, but it was tempered by the awareness that she was getting ass-fucked by this gorgeous black man, and that she was being watched by three others, not to mention Mike.
Rico started to withdraw more slowly, and Kelly heard the click and whir of the camera. "You're gonna like that one, babe. You gotta see the way your asshole was clinging to his cock as he pulled out, like it was sucking him!"
"Feels like it is," chuckled Rico, increasing his tempo. He started slamming his hips forward into Kelly's bouncing her forward with each huge thrust. "Ohhhh... yeah... yeah!" he groaned as the tightness of her tiny anus continued to grip his huge organ.
"Fuck me," groaned Kelly through clenched teeth. "Come on! Fuck my ass!" Rico responded by doubling his tempo again. He was now almost a blur, sliding his shiny- slick rod in and out of Kelly's ass at an incredible rate.
"Mm! Mm! Mm!" he grunted as he felt his balls begin to boil. "Yeah, yeah, yeah... Gonna... cum... right... up.... your.... tight.... ass!"
Kelly screamed as she felt his cock erupt inside her, sending torrents of hot, thick jizz into her bowels. Rico was silent, letting his cock speak for him. He only groaned quietly at the end, as Kelly's tight ass milked the last bit of cum from him. At the end, he pushed deep into her and just held himself there, relishing the heat and wetness wrapped around his aching tool.
When he finally did pull out of her, Kelly's anus didn't quite return to shape. It remained slightly distended, so well had it been reamed. A little rivulet of jizz oozed from her hole and slide toward her inflamed slit. She leaned heavily on the back of the couch as he stepped away. "Goddam you are one hot, crazy assed slut!" marveled Rico as he collapsed into a chair across the room. TJ walked over to him.
"Now, you gotta try to work this thing, bro. Want you to get some pics of the three of us doin' her all at the same time." He looked at Kelly to see what she'd say. She grinned. TJ showed him how to frame a shot and set the focus on automatic, to be sure he didn't miss too much. Then he walked over to the couch.
"You think you can take us all at once?"
"I'll never know till I try, will I?" she answered back. "Daryl, you better get on the bottom." She moved from the couch till Daryl had positioned himself on his back. His cock was nearly hard again. "Here, let me help with that," she said, bending over him and wiggling her butt at the others. She sucked him till he was hard, then straddled his waist and lifted the head of his cock to the entrance of her slit. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm... she moaned as she sank all the way down onto him, till her clit collided with the base of his cock. She ground her hips in small circles for a momet, feeling his hardness moving in her belly, then bent forward. "Who's next in my ass?" she asked.
Sean started to step forward, but then looked over at TJ. He looked like he wanted a piece of that tight little butt. "You go, man... she's your bitch!"
"Fuckin' A she's my bitch," agreed TJ as he climbed onto the couch behind her. Kelly thrilled to hear TJ claim her that way. She wanted nothing more at that moment than to be wholly owned by this fascinating, powerful black man. She beamed at him as he started to shove his rigid cock up her ass, wiggling just a bit to help him get in. Rico had done a good job of opening the way. When he'd buried the last of his prick in her butt, she nodded to Sean.
Just as Sean offered her his cock, Kelly looked over at Mike.
"See, asshole. Now this is the way to fuck a girl! You and Billy don't know shit!" And she fastened her mouth to Sean's torrid prick. She started to suck as the other two started to move, alternately filling her nether holes with raging black flesh. Little by little, Kelly lost control of herself, unable to concentrate on Sean at all. He didn't mind. He just grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth on his own.
Mike watched in horror and fascination as Kelly's body was invaded by three enormous black cocks, all at the same time. His eyes were wide with wonder as he watched her take one deep in her throat. He'd never known her to be so wild, so slutty. The camera beside him clicked and whirred, clicked and whirred, recording the whole thing. 'Good thing,' he thought. 'If I tried to tell Billy this, he'd never believe it.'
He watched as Kelly's eyes glazed over, and her will and mind were consumed by her hunger for the three men. As they grew accustomed to the awkward postion, the men grew more aggressive, each fucking harder and harder with each passing moment. Kelly's firm tits jiggled wildly with the fucking she was getting. She looked like an animated doll. No human could take the fucking they were giving her. Small, urgent mewlings escaped her as she reached climax after climax. Then the men started to cum.
"Oh, fuck!" yelled Sean as his cock started to jump. He jerked it out of Kelly's mouth just as the first thick strand of cum emerged, and splattered it across her nose and cheek. Jerking his cock hard and fast, he shot his entire load on her face. Kelly only waited, mouth open, catching tiny bits here and there as Sean painted her face white with his jizz.
"Uh, huh! Yeah, bitch.. Here it comes!" groaned Daryl as his second load poured into her aching cunt. Kelly sat down hard on him, holding his spasming cock deep inside her, feeling each spurt, relishing the heat and gooiness she sensed collecting inside her.
Last came TJ. "Okay, Kelly.. You want this in your ass? Or on your back?"
"Let me feel it!" she croaked.
TJ yanked his cock out of her ass just as he came, and sprayed cum all over Kelly's back, letting the last bits ooze out of his cock and dribble across her asshole and run down her leg. "Oh, shit, girl... that was somethin'...." He looked at her. Her back and face were still drenched with cum. "And you are a mess!" An idea struck him. "And I got just the way to clean you up!"
His hard cock still bouncing in front of him, TJ walked over to the chair where Mike was being held. "You, you scumbucket.. You're gonna clean her up! Goddamm!" He cursed as he looked at Mike, the dark stain in his jeans betraying his arousal. "Fuckin' asshole came all over himself, watching us. You liked it so much, go lick it up!"
TJ loosened the tape that held Mike's wrists to the sides of the chair and pulled him to a standing position, then roughly yanked the tape from his mouth. Mike grimaced, but didn't yelp as the tape took bits of skin with it. "Sean," said TJ in a commanding tone, "Be sure you get this on film."
"Now, start on her back there." Kelly felt Mike's nose crash into her spine as TJ shoved his face down at her back. Then came the first tentative licks, as Mike tasted sperm for the first time.
"Come on, asshole," she urged. "I know it tastes good, but we don't have all day!" She felt the flat surface of his tongue then, lapping at the goo that had puddled in the small of her back. "Now my face!" With TJ holding him by his hair, Mike proceeded to lick away most of the cum that still adorned Kelly's face. All the while, the camera clicked and the winder purred.
"One more place to clean," said Kelly as she lifted herself from Daryl's now soft tool. It flopped noisily to his belly. "Oops. I get to clean that." She bent and put the whole of his limp cock into her mouth, sucking off the blobs of cum that clung to it, then lay back on the carpeted floor and spread her legs. Pulling her knees up as far as she could and spreading them, she said, "Now, my cunt and my ass are full of it... Clean me out!" TJ shoved him to his knees, then pushed him forward until his face nearly fell into Kelly's open crotch. As Sean tried to get close- ups, he lapped away the jizz from her pussy, even pushed his tongue into her distended anus before she said he was through.
When he'd finished, Kelly lay flat on the floor, feeling tired and well used. She grinned up at TJ as he removed the film from the camera. "Where you gonna get that developed?"
He smiled back at her. "Where you want it to go, doll? I could send it to Seattle, if you want. That would be private."
"Nah, take it to that new one hour place in town." TJ's eyes widened. "They won't see anything they aren't thinking already. Except for him!" She pointed at Mike. Be interesting to see how long it takes for word to get around that he likes the taste of "nigger cum!" All four of the black men in the room guffawed as Mike blanched white. TJ agreed that this was a fitting end to things, and sent Mike out the door, looking like he'd seen a ghost.
"One other thing," he added as Kelly crawled into a chair and actually started to put her panties back on. She looked up at him. "Earlier, when you were telling me about how you lost your job, and couldn't pay your rent and all. I had an idea. Kelly waited breathlessly, hoping she'd hear what she'd been thinking of since she'd first called today. "What say you move in here? I got a whole floor upstairs I don't use, we could put your stuff up there, and you could party with me and my boys as much as you want."
Kelly tried not to look too eager. "Yeah," she said, as casually as she could. "Yeah, that would work! I think maybe you and me could think up a lot of trouble for me to get into!"
"Shit, girl, you don't even know the half of it!"
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Enjoy! Kel
Part Three, The Decision
"Goddammit!" Kelly cursed as she slammed the phone back into the cradle. This was the fourth job possibility that had turned up empty in the last two weeks. After her problems at the department store where she had been working she'd been fired. (See part two...) Now, it seemed, everybody in town had heard Billy's stories about her (See part one) and nobody wanted to hire her. The only thing she'd found so far was a part time job in a fast food place in the next town, where nobody knew her. That had been enough to buy food for the last month, but now she had no rent money, and no prospects of raising it.
She thought again about calling her father, and abandoned the idea. Even if she could get him to change his mind, it wouldn't be worth all the abuse she'd have to take. One of Billy's cronies had even managed to tell Kelly's parents about the muddy episode with the four black guys, and now they wouldn't talk to her. Well, they'd talk, but the only thing they did was yell. No, she wouldn't be going to them for help.
She plopped on her beat up, second hand couch and almost laughed. If it weren't so damned pitiful, it might be funny. If Billy had witnessed her fucking four white guys in that muddy lot he would have cheered her on. If the manager she'd been seen sucking hadn't been black, neither of them would have lost their jobs. Fucking hypocrites! Kelly longed to be able to tell the whole goddamn world to fuck itself and leave her alone. She didn't want to have to live up to anybody else's expectations. It was her fucking body, her fucking life, and she'd fuck who she wanted!
That thought did make her laugh. And then the phone rang.
TJ had waited patiently to hear again from Kelly. He was sure that she'd call sooner or later, and he had plenty of time. But she didn't call. Weeks passed, and she didn't offer to return his blanket. Trouble was, he couldn't get her out of his mind. He'd never met a girl, black or white, who was so incredibly hot, so phenomenally slutty. The silky tightness of her pussy as it enfolded his raging cock, the vision of her, kneeling in the mud, Jamal feeding her one black cock as Mike shoved another into her from behind, the memories wouldn't leave him alone.
He had to call.
It had taken him a little while to find out her last name, so that he could look up her number. At last he thought he'd seen her driving around in her beat up Chevelle, and had noted the license number. A friend of his in the State Patrol had looked up her name, address and stuff for him.
He picked up the phone and punched in the digits of her number.
Kelly grabbed the phone, hoping against hope that it was a job calling. Maybe one of the people who had turned her down had had a change of heart. Maybe they weren't all shitheads after all! When she said hello, she didn't at first, recognize the voice on the other end.
"Hello, Kelly. How you been?"
"Uh... I've been better... Who is this?"
"You don't remember me? Well, aren't you ever gonna bring me back that blanket?"
Blanket? Blanket? "OH! Damn, it's TJ, isn't it?" She heard an affirmative noise. "Well, I hate to tell you, but the blanket's ruined." She rushed on before he could speak. "I tried washing it in cold water. Didn't think that's hurt. But it looks pretty ratty. I'm really sorry...."
TJ laughed so hard he shook. "Damn, girl. You don't really think I give a shit about that blanket do you? You are somethin'....." Kelly didn't answer. "I just called cause I was hopin' you and me, and maybe a couple o' my friends could get together again! Remember, you said you wanted me to have some friends over when you brought back the blanket!"
Kelly laughed this time. "Oh, yeah! Now I remember! Well, I wasn't quite myself at that moment, was I? I mean, who would be after the fucking I'd just been given?" They laughed together at the memory, and at the vision of her mud-caked body.
"You mean, you didn't mean it?" TJ was genuinely disappointed, and it was audible in his voice.
"Well, not exactly... I mean, it was great and all... but, well... you see, it's cost me a lot... my job, my boyfriend, (not that he was any loss!) I just don't know if it's a good idea to do it again."
TJ understood, all too well. "I get you... well, at least I tried. Call me, if you change your mind!"
Kelly allowed as how she surely would, and hung up the phone.
Two more weeks passed, and three more job possibilities, each more meager than the last. Still, nobody would hire her. This, she knew, was the curse of the small town South. Everybody knew everybody's business. Kelly ached to kick the hell out of the damned conventions that bound her, as tightly as any rope, to live free of the damned strictures that everybody wanted to put on her.
And then there was the rent.
She was already a month behind, and the next month's rent was due in a week. Even if she did find a job, she wouldn't be able to make enough even to pay one month's rent between now and then.
Kelly lost it. She got so angry that she started breaking things. She picked up a dish and heaved it against the kitchen cabinet, denting the cabinet door and shattering the dish. Next went the toaster, against the same cabinet. She wasn't sure if the toaster broke, but the door surely did. She spun around in the small kitchenette, looking for something else to throw. There wasn't much loose around. Her hand settled on an army green, woolen blanket. It wouldn't break, but if she threw it at the right thing, something else might. Her arm drew back, her eyes finding a likely target, the porcelain vase on the table in the dinette, and was about to let go, when she stopped.
She looked at the blanket. It was TJ's.. The one she'd ruined.
She stopped, staring at the blanket, her mind a whirl. There was the first inkling of an idea swirling around in her mind, but she couldn't quite catch it.
Wait... Wait...
Yes! she thought, Yes!
She dropped the blanket on the floor and rushed to the living room. Beneath the phone was a scrap of paper on which she'd written TJ's number. She placed the call. "If I don't fit their damned little moral world," she thought to herself, "then the hell with them. I'll kick their fucking morals in the fucking teeth!" Her breath grew short as she heard the phone ringing on the other end.
"Yeah?"
Kelly took one deep breath. 'This is it!' she thought. 'No turning back now...'
"Hey... Is this TJ?"
"Yeah, who's this?"
"Kelly."
"Kelly? Yeah? Really?"
"Yeah, really! You wanna party?" Kelly's heart was pounding in her chest.
"Oh, shit yeah! You wanna come over now? I got a couple o' bro's here, watching the Dallas/Skins game. Maybe you could be our half-time entertainment!"
"Fuck half-time," countered Kelly. "That's only 20 minutes long, isn't it?" TJ started to laugh. "It's gonna take a lot more than 20 minutes to do what we got to do!"
TJ gave her directions to the house, and Kelly started out the door. Halfway to the car, though, she stopped and turned back. 'Maybe they'd like to fuck a cheerleader,' she thought to herself as she walked back to the house. 'I think I still have that uniform around somewhere.' She practically ran back into the house, laughing.
Once inside, she went to her bedroom and dug around in the closet until she found her old cheerleader's uniform. Cheerleaders, she had thought as a kid, got all the boys. She hadn't been too good at it, but it was a small school, so they'd taken her. Kelly hadn't stayed a cheerleader for too long, either. She got tired very quickly of the snide comments made by the other girls, girls with more money, girls who made up a very tight little clique. They made it very clear that Kelly didn't belong. Halfway through her first football season, Kelly quit.
Still, she did have the uniform, and it nearly fit. She'd grown only a bit taller since then, and maybe a little fuller in the chest. If anything, the extra height just made the short, pleated skirt shorter. The top, a heavy, lined wool that exposed a bare midriff, fit just fine. Kelly checked the lining, which was still okay, and elected to go without a bra.
She thought about going without panties, too, but that seemed to be overkill. Instead, she found some plain white cotton panties that nearly matched the white of the uniform, but were a lot softer and thinner than the panties that belonged with the skirt. Digging a little more in the closet, she found the old, red sneakers she'd bought to go with the uniform, and slid them on without socks.
Checking herself in the mirror, Kelly decided to do two more things. In the bathroom she removed her darker red lipstick and put on a pale, frosted pink, then she pulled her hair back into a pony tail. Looking again in the mirror, she thought she looked at least 4 years younger, maybe still a high school student. This, she thought, would be interesting.
As Kelly flounced out to her car and backed out of the driveway, she failed to notice that she already had an audience of sorts. Mike, a good friend of Billy's, was parked across the street and down a lot or two, watching. He'd been hanging around for a couple weeks, spying, hoping he'd be able to catch Kelly with some black guy coming out her front door, or maybe follow her to his house, so that he could get some "incriminating" pictures for Billy to use in his smear campaign.
In two weeks, she hadn't done much, at least now while Mike was around. He watched her as much as he could without interfering with his job, and had begun to wonder if she was going out during the day when he couldn't catch her. Then, that Sunday afternoon, she'd come running out of the house like she was going somewhere. 'This is it,' he thought. Then, quick as she'd come out, she ran back into the house.
"Damn," he muttered to himself, and slumped back into his seat. Fifteen minutes later, though, he saw her come out again. "Well, fuck this!" he exclaimed, seeing her in her cheerleader's outfit. At first, she didn't even look like herself. He'd never seen Kelly look so cute, and her hair! Her long, dark hair hung in a pony tail that hung well down her back. She looked like a kid!
He watched as Kelly started her car and sped down the road. Waiting until he was sure she wouldn't notice, he followed after her. The lack of traffic made it necessary to hang well back, but the simple layout of the town made it easy to follow her without getting too close. She drove out of town, north, toward Raleigh. "Now, where the fuck does she think she's goin'?" he wondered aloud.
When Kelly hung up the phone, TJ looked at the other two men in the room, grinning. "Damn, man," said Daryl, one of his friends. "You look like you just saw Santa Claus or somethin'!"
"Just about!" laughed TJ... "Just about." He told them who had called.
Sean, the other, said, "Kelly? Isn't she the one you and Mike and Rico....???"
TJ nodded, grinning. "Yup.. The sweetest piece of white ass you're ever gonna see. And you are gonna see her. She's on her way over. Says she wants to 'party'!" Sean and Daryl let out appreciative "Whoo, hoo's" and started bragging about what they were going to do when Kelly arrived. TJ got back on the phone.
"Who you callin?" asked Daryl.
"Rico, and Jamal and Mike. I promised I'd call 'em if I ever heard from this bitch again. They're about as crazy for this little white ass as I am." TJ laughed and finished dialing. He waited and waited, but there was no answer. At last, the machine at Mike's place came on, and TJ left a message. "Hey, man, the bitch is back! Kelly's on her way over here, I got Daryl and Sean over here, and I'm callin' Rico and Jamal, too. It's about 3:00 now.. If you get this this afternoon, come on over! Hell, if you get it tonight you might want to try. I think we're gonna wear this bitch out tonight!" He hung up and called his other two friends, neither of whom was home. He left similar messages on both their answering machines.
Mike followed Kelly out of town, staying well back, so that he wouldn't call too much attention to himself. If he'd been able to see inside Kelly's car, he might have felt better about following closely. There was no longer a rear view mirror in Kelly's car. In one last demonstration of the turn she was making, and her determination never to go back where she'd been, Kelly had torn the mirror right off the windshield. "No looking back!" she hollered as she flew down the road.
Mike hadn't seen her remove the mirror though, so he stayed well behind her. The traffic was light, so it wasn't too hard to keep her in sight. He checked to be sure that the camera he carried had plenty of film, high speed film. He didn't think he'd be able to use a flash.
Kelly turned off on a county road about 20 miles north of town. Mike followed, but at an even greater distance. Being one of the only two cars on the road made him feel conspicuous. The road curved just enough that, at that distance, he lost sight of Kelly's car from time to time. After rounding one of the curves, he couldn't see her at all. The road was pretty straight for the next couple of miles, it looked like, and there was no car to be seen. He slowed down, and started checking the houses on either side of the road.
There were few houses to check. On the right, he saw two, about a quarter mile from one another. On the left, the ground dropped steeply away toward a small river about 300 yards distant. At last, just as he'd started to think that she'd lost him, he saw it. Kelly's rusty old Chevelle was parked halfway behind an enormous farm house on the slope to the left of the road. The house was impressive, three stories, with lots of gables and grillwork, and a porch that ran clear across the expansive front of the building. Kelly wasn't in sight, so she must have been in the house already. Mike parked his car on the side of the road about a ways down, and walked back.
Kelly had seen the rambling farm house from a distance, and been astonished to see such a large, comfortable house out in the county. It occurred to her that the original builder had probably been a cotton plantation owner, though she hadn't thought there had been any such large plantations in this area. The fields in the vicinity of the house no longer grew cotton. Everywhere she looked she saw fields of tobacco. Much of it had been picked, and she could smell the warm, heavy scent of the curing barns on the air.
She didn't see any cars parked out front, so she followed the long winding drive around the house. As she rounded the rear corner she saw five vehicles, and gasped. "Damn!" she thought. Five? That's a lot of guys... Oh well!" She noticed that three of the cars were relatively new looking, too. There was the small, red sports car that TJ had been driving, a huge SUV of some sort, and a conversion van that had antennae sticking out of it all over the place. The other two cars were more ordinary.
Kelly took a deep breath and walked around to the long porch that crossed the front of the house, and started up the wooden steps. She'd expected the old house to be in the same condition as most of the others on farms around here, in bad need of upkeep, but as she crossed the porch, she noted that it, and the house, wore new coats of paint. TJ, she realized, had money.
Knocking on the door (there was no doorbell!) she waited with her heart in her throat. She checked her outfit one more time, and started to feel silly for having dressed this way. Her long slender legs had never been the typical, athletic ones a cheerleader should have, and they made the red and white pleated skirt seem ridiculously short. She could feel a tiny drop of perspiration trickling between her tits beneath the over-warm top. It was, she realized, made for the Fall.
When TJ came to the door, though, she stopped feeling silly. Seeing him again in the flesh caused her to inhale sharply, as though she'd been goosed by an invisible hand. In fact, that was almost exactly her body's reaction. As she crossed the threshold into the large center hall he felt goosebumps rising all over her skin, and felt her crotch begin to tingle. TJ made a funny comment about her outfit and showed her into the house, breaking the tension. Looking into the large, comfortable living room, she saw Daryl, a hulk of a man, and Sean, long and lean looking, resting comfortably, but looking at her like she was from another planet. "Gee, from all the cars out back, I thought there was a crowd in here," she said as they stood to greet her.
"Nah, three of them are mine!" laughed TJ. He told her that the van and the SUV were his, too. Kelly filed that away with her impression of the house. Definitely real money.
TJ saw Kelly's car pulling up the drive, and pointed it out to the other two in the room. "Here she comes, bros.. The nicest piece of white pussy you are every gonna lay your grubby hands on!" They all laughed, and, almost without thinking of it, each man's hand went to his crotch to adjust himself.
TJ opened the door and just whistled. He stood there for a second, looking at a dream. He and his buddies had all played football together, and they'd all joked about screwing the preppy white cheerleaders when they got together, but it had never gone beyond that. Here stood Kelly, decked out in the uniform of his school's rival, looking like she was still waiting to graduate.
"Holy shit, girl! You dressed for the game, huh?" and he laughed as he ushered her into the house. Kelly seemed to blush as she passed him and turned into the room on her left, from which the raucous sounds of a football game were coming. When she entered, her nerves started to return. Instead of any of the men she'd met weeks earlier, there were two new, unfamiliar guys, and they leered like they were looking at a porn film.
TJ sat on a large, overstuffed couch, and patted the cushion next to him. "Put it right here girl... You want a beer?"
Kelly sat next to him, putting her hand on his massive, rock hard thigh. "Beer?"
"Yeah," he chuckled. "Game's got about a quarter to go, and the skins are up. You aren't in a rush, are you? I gotta see this. Hate them fuckin' Cowboys." Kelly said that, in that case, she would definitely like a beer, and TJ sent Daryl to the kitchen for five fresh ones, and they settled in to watch the remainder of the game.
This isn't to say that nothing at all happened. Kelly could hardly keep her hands to herself. She cuddled beneath TJ's shoulder, her hand busy in his lap. TJ was wearing only some shorts that looked like cut off sweats, and a tee shirt. The way his dick flopped loosely beneath the jersey of his shorts, she was pretty sure there was nothing beneath them. The lump under his shorts didn't stay limp for too long.
Daryl watched with some amazement and a lot of humor as he watched this slim, dark haired white girl playing with TJ while he tried, hard as he could, to concentrate on the television in front of him. The bigger she made his cock the less she looked up at the game. The less she looked up, the more TJ tried to ignore her. It was pretty damn funny.
Finally, it seemed, she gave up behaving herself. Her slender white hand slid down TJ's thigh to the rough edge of his shorts and started to slide up beneath them. Daryl saw both of them inhale quickly when she found what she was looking for. Her hand started moving up and down inside his shorts. She was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. TJ's eyes started to blur.
Kelly had waited as long as she would wait. She'd been through two beers already, and she could tell TJ was getting hot, but he was determined to watch the damned game. It was over, for all practical purposes, anyway. The Redskins were ahead by 17 points, and there were only 5 minutes left in the game. She thought she knew a way to get his attention.
She traced her fingers down the inside of TJ's thigh. His cock was already a substantial bulge that ran down the leg of his shorts. The end of the bulge was only a couple inches from the bottom of his loose shorts. Her finger tips passed from fabric to black skin. She tickled the flesh of his thigh for a moment, and felt him tense briefly. Then she started moving her fingertips up, up along his thigh till she found the fiery heat of his cock's head between them. The sensation made her gulp air. She heard him do the same, and she smiled as she began to caress the torrid shaft.
Looking up, she saw the Sean was still fixated on the football game. She met Daryl's eyes. He had been watching, and he was grinning as widely as she was. "Mmmmmm," she moaned quietly, expressing her satisfaction at finding the object of her desire.
"Mm, yourself," chuckled TJ. "You just can't stand for me to finish watching my 'Skins, can you?"
"Nope!" she answered, wrapping her fingers around the meaty shaft in his shorts and rubbing more firmly. "I came her for this," nodding towards his lap, "not for the damned football."
TJ laughed again at her directness. "Goddam, girl, you do know how to say what you want!" Kelly almost giggled. "Well, if you're so damned anxious to get ahold of my cock, why don't you just suck it till the game's over? Here..."
TJ raised his behind off the couch and pulled his shorts down, exposing his swollen cock which was just starting to raise itself from his lap. Kelly helped, pulling his shorts down till she was sure they wouldn't get in the way, then she knelt right in front of TJ and went happily to work on his prick, sucking and licking at it.
Grabbing the shaft with her hand and pumping it, she began sucking forcefully on the head, making TJ groan. "Ohhhh... damn, girl... damn that's good. You white girls sure do know how to suck cock!" His hips began to squirm involuntarily as her tongue went back and forth, again and again, across the sensitive underside of his glans.
The harder she got him, the more she had to lean forward to keep his cock in her mouth. The farther she leaned, the more of her barely covered buns showed beneath the short hem of her skirt. Daryl was getting an eyeful, and now, so was Sean. Both sat, eyes wide, watching this amazing slut work over their friends cock like she was starving. The game was just about forgotten.
"Enough o' this shit... Damn, gotta check this bitch out for myself!" Daryl got up from his chair and got on his knees behind Kelly, pawing at her ass and legs with his large hands. Kelly moaned gratefully as his fingers began probing the moist beneath her panties, pushing them to one side. With a free hand, she guided his fingertip to her clitoris. He began to rub it, rapidly and hard, and Kelly shook uncontrollably as the sensations rocketed through her body.
Sean quickly grew tired of watching, and walked over to the couch, sitting a little sideways next to TJ so that he too could get his hands on Kelly. At first he played with her firm tits through the thick material of her top, but soon decided it needed to come off. One large button on each shoulder held it in place, and, after unfastening them, he started trying to pull it over her head. Kelly only resisted because it meant she had to let go of the long black pole she'd been sucking, but she lifted her head just long enough to get her top off and went back to work.
Outside, Mike was about to shit all over himself. He'd crawled down the yard, keeping a large magnolia between himself and the plate glass window that looked into the living room. When he had reached the tree, he'd crawled along beneath it's lowest branches until he could just see from beneath the tree into the house. He had picked out Kelly's red and white outfit quickly, and gone to setting up his camera.
He took out a hooded 400 mm lens and fastened it to the camera. Then he put the whole thing on a small tripod to steady it. Looking through the mirrored lens, he found he could see pretty well through the window. The downward slope of the yard toward the house also put him above the window, so he could see most of the room except for the ceiling. Kelly's hand, he saw, was already in one big, black guy's lap.
She seemed, for a while, to be content with that, and Mike wondered if he'd ever get the incriminating stuff for Billy that he wanted. He waited. And waited.
After almost half an hour, he saw what he'd come to see. Kelly jumped to the floor in front of this nigger and started sucking him. He couldn't see exactly, because her back was too him, and her head hid what she was doing, but it wasn't too hard to figure out that her head wasn't bobbing up and down just for the hell of it. He started firing with the camera.
Before long, another, much larger guy had moved in behind her, putting his hands all over her. He, too was in the way some, so Mike only took a few more pictures, waiting for something more to happen. A third nigger took up a position beside her, and, through the lens, Mike saw him take off the cheerleader's top she'd been wearing. There was no bra, and her tits bounced free. He clicked off a couple frames before the big guy got in the way again.
Though he wasn't wasting film, Mike continued to watch in amazement as Billy's sweet Kelly let these three big black bastards paw her and use her mouth that way. There was no question that she was enjoying herself. Her body squirmed and writhed beneath their hands with unmistakable ecstasy. He lost himself in the scene, waiting patiently for the stuff that he'd put on film.
Kelly, mean time, had just about accomplished what she set out to do with TJ. She could feel his cock starting to twitch in her hand as she rubbed her hand up and down it, her mouth clinging to the head like a lamprey. He was about to come, but not, she was sure, for the last time today. She slowed for just a moment as Daryl, behind her, tugged her panties down, and she had to lift one knee, then another to get them off.
Returning to her furious pace, Kelly mewled little questioning sounds with her mouth quite full, begging TJ to let go. His eyes were almost completely closed, his hands on the back of her head, urging her on. She saw his balls draw up, tighter, tighter, and she knew they were about to empty themselves into her mouth.
Sean waited impatiently toying with Kelly's tits as TJ fucked her mouth and Daryl prepared to do the same to her pussy from behind. Daryl's fat black dick bobbed humorously as he lifted her skirt over her ass and pushed it up onto her back. He guided it to the wet opening between her legs just as TJ started to grind and moan out his climax.
"Oohhhhhh! OH GOD.. OH GOD.... yeah baby.. Take it! Take it! Take it all, Kelly... You slut! Eat it!" TJ bellowed as his balls exploded, sending stream after scalding stream of thick cum shooting out of his cock into Kelly's hungry mouth. She pumped him like a pro, swallowing every bit of it as he came and came, grunting and panting like a bull. He grabbed her head and held it down on himself, driving his hips up into her face as the last spasms wracked his loins. "Oh, shit that was good.... Goddam, girl... You are somethin' else..." Kelly licked the tiny remains of his cum from the underside of his cock.
Before she could respond, she felt Daryl give a shove, and push his huge cock into her from behind, pushing it deep and hard. Pain shot through her as her pussy tried to accomodate this sudden intrusion. She cried out.
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" He withdrew most of the way and shoved again, this time burying all of his big, black dick in her pink pussy.
"Take that, bitch!" he yelled triumphantly as his thrusts made Kelly squirm with pain and pleasure. "Take it!" He started pummeling her cunt, beating his belly against her tight, round ass so that her whole body trembled.
Sean wasted no time making his presence felt, either. He pulled Kelly's head and shoulders toward him, turning her so that, on all fours, his cock was right in front of her face. "Don't forget this one, slut!" he chuckled as he pushed his cock into her mouth, her eyes glazed with the slamming her cunt was getting. Grabbing her head, he held it firm and started rocking, driving his cock in and out of her mouth like it was a cunt with a tongue. "Oh, yeah, baby... Suck it now!"
Kelly was about to burst. Between the cock's spearing her from either end and the long anticipation of this adventure, she was ready to cum, and cum hard. She sucked the best she could at the long, hard cock that was trying it's best to push it's way into her throat, but her pussy was about to go ballistic. She whimpered and cried, moaned and slurped as her climax built and built.
Just as she felt like she'd crested, and was about to come down a little bit, she sensed that both the men fucking her were about to cum. She held as still as she could, waiting to receive the floods of precious goo.
TJ watched in awe as Kelly took both those long hard dicks at the same time, gasping and spluttering, but clearly having the time of her life, despite her discomfiture. He saw Daryl and Sean exchange glances, and realized they were timing themselves. Both of them were about to cum together, about to drown her simultaneously with a flood of cum. He grinned as he saw them work.
"Okay, bitch," yelled Sean, "Here's your reward!"
Sean's eyes rolled up in his head, and he growled fiercely as he slammed the last two inches of his cock into Kelly's face, distending her throat so that even TJ could see he was well into her gullet. "Mine too, bitch.. Here it comes!" groaned Daryl as he buried his cock in her deep and held it there.
"OOOOHHHHH!" they yelled together.
And the door flew open. "Look what the hell I found! Whew, looks like I got here just in time!"
TJ, Sean, and Daryl all looked up suddenly to see what was happening. Kelly couldn't move, as both men still held their sperm-spewing rods deep inside her, impaling her thoroughly from both ends.
Rico stood in the door, holding a very uncomfortable Mike by the scruff of his neck. He looked a bit the worse for wear, and he had a huge camera hanging around his neck. Kelly didn't know who Rico held, but she recogized his voice from her first escapade. It wasn't until Sean had finished spilling his cum into her throat and withdrawn that she could take a gasping breath and look up. She recognized Mike immediately. "I know him... he's a friend of Billy's!" she choked out. "Must be spying on me!"
"Oh," said TJ, getting up without his shorts and walking over to Mike. "You like to watch, huh? You like watching your boy's girl get a REAL fucking from a bunch of niggers? Huh?" TJ, furious, drove a fist into Mike's middle, doubling him over.
"No, don't!" said Kelly. TJ looked at her, confused, and still angry. "Let the motherfucker watch if he wants. Probably do him good to see a woman get a real fuck. He might learn something!"
TJ grinned and nodded. As Daryl removed his sagging cock from Kelly's spunky pussy, he sent Sean for duct tape that they used to bind Mike's hands and feet, then taped him to a folding chair from the closet. One last piece of tape went across his mouth.
Kelly got unsteadily to her feet and walked over to him, her skirt falling back into place over her hips, but her tits bare and her face showing traces of the two loads of cum she'd already swallowed. She grabbed Mike's camera from TJ, who was holding it.
"Did he send you with this?" Mike shook his head. "I don't believe you!" she screamed, drawing the camera back as though she'd hit him with it. He flinched. "Fucking coward! Can't even do his own dirty work, now? Goddamn him!" She lowered her arm, handing the camera back to TJ. Kelly explained the way that Billy had spread the story of their earlier encounter with TJ and his friends, and the way he'd twisted it. She told him too, about the encounter in the store room, and her resultant joblessness.
"See, babe, thatt's what brought me back to you. I figured as long as I was getting fucked every time I turned around, I might as well get fucked by somebody who could do it so I'd like it!" TJ smiled at her as she handed him the camera. "Do you know how to work these things?"
TJ nodded. "Shit yeah.. Got a better one upstairs. Why?"
"Cause I want to send some pictures back to Billy by this sonofoabitch. Will you take some for him? Show him how much better off I am with you than him? Huh?" Kelly's eyes were wild with laughter and rage.
"Sure, babe. No problem here!" TJ looked to Rico. "Was there a bag with this?" Rico said there was. "Go get it. This lens won't work in here." As Rico ran back out to get the camera bag, TJ faced the intruder again. "I don't know what the fuck you thought you were doing, looking in my windows with this thing, but you better be damned glad Kelly here stopped me. You'd 'a been years getting your face put back together!
Rico came back in with the gray bag, and TJ switched to a standard 50mm lens. "This oughta be fast enough, with the film he has in here. Got 24 more exposures, too. Yeah, this'll do." He pointed the camera at Kelly. "Lemme get a shot of you, just like that!" Kelly posed for him, bare tits shining. "Pull your skirt up, so we can see the pretty bush of yours!" She pulled up the skirt, showing the camera the small tuft of soft brown hair at her crotch, and the camera clicked. The auto-winder whirred.
Kelly turned at that point to Rico. "Good to see you again," she said, walking over to him. She gave the lump in his jeans a squeeze. "I think you've got some catching up to do!" With the other three egging her on, Kelly knelt in front of him, unbuckled his pants and freed his swelling prick. It flopped, long and almost hard in her hand. "Mmm.. Just a little work here.... and then..." she smiled as she bent to the task of hardening his cock. Kissing and licking, squeezing and pumping, it was only moments before he was rock hard. She lifted her mouth from his tool and looked up at him. His eyes were closed.
"Now, it's about time one of y'all got acquainted with my tight little ass. Can't believe none of you has fucked it yet!" TJ and Daryl both made appreciative noises as Kelly positioned herself on the couch, kneeling, facing the back, bending to show her butt. The skirt, kept falling in the way. "Will somebody help me get this off?" Sean was eager to help. He unzipped the side of the skirt and actually pulled it over her head. Now Kelly was completely naked, but for the red sneakers on her feet. She bent forward again.
"What're y'all looking at? Rico, let's get busy!" He strode over to the couch, shedding his shirt and jeans as he did, and kicking his shoes across the room. Kelly reached back and guided his cock to the tiny rosebud between her ass cheeks. It was slick already with the cum and other fluids that had been leaking from her pussy for the last little while. She held her breath and tried to relax.
"Now you're gonna know what it is to get ass-fucked!" bragged Rico as he pushed harder and harder, wedging the head of his cock into her ass. "Here it is!" Suddenly he gave a sharp shove and the first three inches of his cock sank rapidly into Kelly's ass.
"OH, SHIT!" she yelled as she felt her anus burning with the sudden stretch and friction. He withdrew a bit and shoved again, worming another two or three inches of thick black cock into her ass. "Goddamn!" she cried again, gasping. Again and again he drew back and pushed forward with great force, stuffing her ass full of his cock, until at last his groin met her buns, and she could feel the root of his tool nestled against her anus. She gathered enough breath to hiss, "Now, fuck me! Fuck my ass till you cum!"
Rico needed no more encouragement. He withdrew and slammed the whole length of his cock into her at once, producing another wail of pain and gratification. Kelly could hardly believe what she was feeling. The pain should have been excruciating, but it was tempered by the awareness that she was getting ass-fucked by this gorgeous black man, and that she was being watched by three others, not to mention Mike.
Rico started to withdraw more slowly, and Kelly heard the click and whir of the camera. "You're gonna like that one, babe. You gotta see the way your asshole was clinging to his cock as he pulled out, like it was sucking him!"
"Feels like it is," chuckled Rico, increasing his tempo. He started slamming his hips forward into Kelly's bouncing her forward with each huge thrust. "Ohhhh... yeah... yeah!" he groaned as the tightness of her tiny anus continued to grip his huge organ.
"Fuck me," groaned Kelly through clenched teeth. "Come on! Fuck my ass!" Rico responded by doubling his tempo again. He was now almost a blur, sliding his shiny- slick rod in and out of Kelly's ass at an incredible rate.
"Mm! Mm! Mm!" he grunted as he felt his balls begin to boil. "Yeah, yeah, yeah... Gonna... cum... right... up.... your.... tight.... ass!"
Kelly screamed as she felt his cock erupt inside her, sending torrents of hot, thick jizz into her bowels. Rico was silent, letting his cock speak for him. He only groaned quietly at the end, as Kelly's tight ass milked the last bit of cum from him. At the end, he pushed deep into her and just held himself there, relishing the heat and wetness wrapped around his aching tool.
When he finally did pull out of her, Kelly's anus didn't quite return to shape. It remained slightly distended, so well had it been reamed. A little rivulet of jizz oozed from her hole and slide toward her inflamed slit. She leaned heavily on the back of the couch as he stepped away. "Goddam you are one hot, crazy assed slut!" marveled Rico as he collapsed into a chair across the room. TJ walked over to him.
"Now, you gotta try to work this thing, bro. Want you to get some pics of the three of us doin' her all at the same time." He looked at Kelly to see what she'd say. She grinned. TJ showed him how to frame a shot and set the focus on automatic, to be sure he didn't miss too much. Then he walked over to the couch.
"You think you can take us all at once?"
"I'll never know till I try, will I?" she answered back. "Daryl, you better get on the bottom." She moved from the couch till Daryl had positioned himself on his back. His cock was nearly hard again. "Here, let me help with that," she said, bending over him and wiggling her butt at the others. She sucked him till he was hard, then straddled his waist and lifted the head of his cock to the entrance of her slit. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm... she moaned as she sank all the way down onto him, till her clit collided with the base of his cock. She ground her hips in small circles for a momet, feeling his hardness moving in her belly, then bent forward. "Who's next in my ass?" she asked.
Sean started to step forward, but then looked over at TJ. He looked like he wanted a piece of that tight little butt. "You go, man... she's your bitch!"
"Fuckin' A she's my bitch," agreed TJ as he climbed onto the couch behind her. Kelly thrilled to hear TJ claim her that way. She wanted nothing more at that moment than to be wholly owned by this fascinating, powerful black man. She beamed at him as he started to shove his rigid cock up her ass, wiggling just a bit to help him get in. Rico had done a good job of opening the way. When he'd buried the last of his prick in her butt, she nodded to Sean.
Just as Sean offered her his cock, Kelly looked over at Mike.
"See, asshole. Now this is the way to fuck a girl! You and Billy don't know shit!" And she fastened her mouth to Sean's torrid prick. She started to suck as the other two started to move, alternately filling her nether holes with raging black flesh. Little by little, Kelly lost control of herself, unable to concentrate on Sean at all. He didn't mind. He just grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth on his own.
Mike watched in horror and fascination as Kelly's body was invaded by three enormous black cocks, all at the same time. His eyes were wide with wonder as he watched her take one deep in her throat. He'd never known her to be so wild, so slutty. The camera beside him clicked and whirred, clicked and whirred, recording the whole thing. 'Good thing,' he thought. 'If I tried to tell Billy this, he'd never believe it.'
He watched as Kelly's eyes glazed over, and her will and mind were consumed by her hunger for the three men. As they grew accustomed to the awkward postion, the men grew more aggressive, each fucking harder and harder with each passing moment. Kelly's firm tits jiggled wildly with the fucking she was getting. She looked like an animated doll. No human could take the fucking they were giving her. Small, urgent mewlings escaped her as she reached climax after climax. Then the men started to cum.
"Oh, fuck!" yelled Sean as his cock started to jump. He jerked it out of Kelly's mouth just as the first thick strand of cum emerged, and splattered it across her nose and cheek. Jerking his cock hard and fast, he shot his entire load on her face. Kelly only waited, mouth open, catching tiny bits here and there as Sean painted her face white with his jizz.
"Uh, huh! Yeah, bitch.. Here it comes!" groaned Daryl as his second load poured into her aching cunt. Kelly sat down hard on him, holding his spasming cock deep inside her, feeling each spurt, relishing the heat and gooiness she sensed collecting inside her.
Last came TJ. "Okay, Kelly.. You want this in your ass? Or on your back?"
"Let me feel it!" she croaked.
TJ yanked his cock out of her ass just as he came, and sprayed cum all over Kelly's back, letting the last bits ooze out of his cock and dribble across her asshole and run down her leg. "Oh, shit, girl... that was somethin'...." He looked at her. Her back and face were still drenched with cum. "And you are a mess!" An idea struck him. "And I got just the way to clean you up!"
His hard cock still bouncing in front of him, TJ walked over to the chair where Mike was being held. "You, you scumbucket.. You're gonna clean her up! Goddamm!" He cursed as he looked at Mike, the dark stain in his jeans betraying his arousal. "Fuckin' asshole came all over himself, watching us. You liked it so much, go lick it up!"
TJ loosened the tape that held Mike's wrists to the sides of the chair and pulled him to a standing position, then roughly yanked the tape from his mouth. Mike grimaced, but didn't yelp as the tape took bits of skin with it. "Sean," said TJ in a commanding tone, "Be sure you get this on film."
"Now, start on her back there." Kelly felt Mike's nose crash into her spine as TJ shoved his face down at her back. Then came the first tentative licks, as Mike tasted sperm for the first time.
"Come on, asshole," she urged. "I know it tastes good, but we don't have all day!" She felt the flat surface of his tongue then, lapping at the goo that had puddled in the small of her back. "Now my face!" With TJ holding him by his hair, Mike proceeded to lick away most of the cum that still adorned Kelly's face. All the while, the camera clicked and the winder purred.
"One more place to clean," said Kelly as she lifted herself from Daryl's now soft tool. It flopped noisily to his belly. "Oops. I get to clean that." She bent and put the whole of his limp cock into her mouth, sucking off the blobs of cum that clung to it, then lay back on the carpeted floor and spread her legs. Pulling her knees up as far as she could and spreading them, she said, "Now, my cunt and my ass are full of it... Clean me out!" TJ shoved him to his knees, then pushed him forward until his face nearly fell into Kelly's open crotch. As Sean tried to get close- ups, he lapped away the jizz from her pussy, even pushed his tongue into her distended anus before she said he was through.
When he'd finished, Kelly lay flat on the floor, feeling tired and well used. She grinned up at TJ as he removed the film from the camera. "Where you gonna get that developed?"
He smiled back at her. "Where you want it to go, doll? I could send it to Seattle, if you want. That would be private."
"Nah, take it to that new one hour place in town." TJ's eyes widened. "They won't see anything they aren't thinking already. Except for him!" She pointed at Mike. Be interesting to see how long it takes for word to get around that he likes the taste of "nigger cum!" All four of the black men in the room guffawed as Mike blanched white. TJ agreed that this was a fitting end to things, and sent Mike out the door, looking like he'd seen a ghost.
"One other thing," he added as Kelly crawled into a chair and actually started to put her panties back on. She looked up at him. "Earlier, when you were telling me about how you lost your job, and couldn't pay your rent and all. I had an idea. Kelly waited breathlessly, hoping she'd hear what she'd been thinking of since she'd first called today. "What say you move in here? I got a whole floor upstairs I don't use, we could put your stuff up there, and you could party with me and my boys as much as you want."
Kelly tried not to look too eager. "Yeah," she said, as casually as she could. "Yeah, that would work! I think maybe you and me could think up a lot of trouble for me to get into!"
"Shit, girl, you don't even know the half of it!"
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