Chapter 3

They thought it was all over Well, I did but the film hadn’t finished or there was more than one tape playing.

The old man rose from the settee as the door opened and two more old black guys came in, Behind me, I heard the door open and close.

Nobody spoke, on the screen or in the room.

On the TV, the new guys quickly stripped off their clothes and, still out of sight of the rather befuddled girl moved towards the settee. Mike looked at me and asked, “Do you want to watch the next story?”

“Of course!” I replied. “I want to know how it turns out.”

“This is Mo.” said Mike as two naked black bodies came around the settee. “This is Paul and Tom.”

The introductions took only a few seconds, but I noticed that we were now behind the action as one of the old black guys fed his cock into the girl’s mouth. A moment or two later, I had my own mouth full of black meat while my legs were spread and I gasped only little later than the girl when Tom (or was it Paul?) pushed nearly a foot of penis into my already moist pussy.

Mike in the meantime, was drinking a bottle of beer while videoing the action. The two shafted me top and bottom (not literally) through a shuddering climax without either of them missing a beat. I orgasmed again and then I felt the flood in my mouth followed by an eruption in my pussy.

There was a brief break on screen and in the apartment with bottles of beer for the six men (not all mine remember), “more “fruit juice” for the girl and wine for me.

The guys on the screen resumed action; the two new (old) guys arranged the girl on her hands and knees with one old guy underneath penetrating her pussy, the other sitting with her mouth enveloping the head of his penis. The original old guy knelt behind her and slowly, but firmly, pushed his giant dong through the little puckered hole and eased further in, an inch at a time, with her squeals muffled by the huge cock in her mouth.

While this was happening on screen, my men had manoeuvred me onto my hands and feet with one lying beneath me, his love truncheon burying itself in my cunny as I desperately tried to think of what was happening before it happened.

Too late! Any protests were blocked by Mike’s not insubstantial tool filling my mouth as something like a tree trunk entered my ass.

Everybody started to move although I was still trying to talk with my mouth full. I suddenly realized that the initial pain in the ass was fading and being replaced by electric sparks lighting up my body, a warm cloud blocking my thoughts and a rising pressure below my waste as the two black weapons of war sank deeper and deeper into me.

I was almost airtight. Mike had his hands either side of my head and pumping it up and down on his throbbing cock. Below me Paul (or was it Tom) had his hands on my hips inducing a similar motion on his meat and timing it to enhance Tom’s (or was it Paul’s) thrusts.

I was unable to see the TV at this stage, but I could hear the wet slaps of body on body from us and the TV. There were occasional mewls from the girl and myself until at last Mike and my sodomite yelled their climaxes and my throat and bottom were flooded with their seed. A few minutes later and my orgasm stiffened my body, and the extra pressure was immediately followed by the flooding of my womb.

When we disentangled, I could see that the girl was now out of the house and walking, just a little unsteadily up the road. She still had her piece of paper in the one hand and the guide in the other. Clearly still woozy, she looked at the guide, turned it upside down and looked again. As we watched, she turned and spoke to someone in the doorway of a house. Several black men, probably late twenties early thirties, came down the steps and presumably studied the piece of paper. One had his arm around her shoulders, his hand visibly toying with her breast and flipping open buttons on her blouse. After a few minutes discussion, one of the men gestured up the steps to the house and the girl nodded and surrounded by large black men she began up the steps with steadying hands on her buttocks.

Further up the street we could see a group of teenagers who had been watching the sequence of events and no doubt awaiting their turn.