Chapter 9

I awoke the next morning with a start. Renee's bachelorette party was planned for later on in the evening. I still had a few things to do before the 8pm start.

As I pulled into the driveway of Beverly Wilson at 9am, there didn't appear to be anyone awake as I stepped up onto the porch of the double-wide trailer. After several knocks, the curtain on the door moved aside, as someone looked out.

Because I didn't want to spend all day at the Wilson's, I decided to "cheat."

A woman, similar to who Renee described as Beverly, opened the door. Only Beverly didn't look like the Beverly that had been described—it was difficult to see much through the white nightgown that fell to her ankles, although her 'spare tire' was evident. She was much more attractive than I had been led to believe and her hair was shorter and seemed to be curled—or either it was naturally curly—falling to mid-neck. However, her tits appeared to sit lower on her chest, just as described, and they did seem to be quite large.

Beverly opened the door to a complete stranger and, for some reason, felt an immediate urge to take her clothes off. She had absolutely no idea why she was feeling that way, nor why it was such an overwhelming urge, and growing every second she hesitated. She continued to be internally baffled when she realized she was soaking wet. The seemingly insatiable urge to have sex with the complete stranger standing at her door began to completely take over.

Without saying a word, I watched as the lady standing just inside the door reached behind her back. I stared into her eyes, which were locked on my own, as she unzipped the gown. Her hands moved to pull the gown off her shoulders, quickly baring her braless tits, before allowing it to drop into a pool at her feet.

"I see you've had a breast enhancement?" I commented, immediately noticing a big difference between the description Renee had given and how they looked now. Her D cup tits actually looked nice.

"They drooped badly, so I got them adjusted so they point upwards," she replied smiling, "I see you noticed."

She had no idea why she was talking to me as though I was her long lost best friend and was even more confused why she felt so happy about my noticing.

She watched as my eyes moved from her head to her feet, pausing to notice her white, French cut panties. Without a word, she quickly pushed her panties down her legs and off, revealing a thick patch of dark, curly pubic hair. I could just barely see the very top of her slit.

Although it was evident that she had been trying to improve herself since the several years Renee had seen her, Beverly's legs were still on the flabby side and were in serious need of a tanning bed. Her ass and hips still had cellulite, something that isn't so easy to get rid of.

"Where is Tina?" I asked walking past her, into the house. I busily "listened" to her think as she formulated the answer. I immediately "heard" everything I needed to know.

"She's at her house. Do you want me to call her? She lives just up the road," Beverly offered. Her mind was screaming at her, but she didn't know why. She felt like she knew me, but couldn't for the life of her remember my name.

"Yeah," I replied, "And tell her to bring her girlfriend too."

Beverly immediately hesitated at the mentioning of her daughter's 'girlfriend.' It was a very sore subject for her. Apparently, she and Sheree do not get along at all.

"What is it?" I asked her, noticing her furrowed eyebrows, "Do you have a problem with them coming over?"

"Of course not," she replied immediately, but then said, "I love my daughter. I just don't like her friend."

"Her 'girlfriend, ' you mean," I corrected her, "What, did Sheree take your lover away from you?"

Again, Beverly looked at me with a 'how the hell did you know that' look, but soon replied, "Maybe."

"Maybe?" I asked and then added, "And since Sheree is black, when she forces you to participate, you really don't like that either do you? And she forces you nearly every time they come over doesn't she?"

"I don't like having anything to do with blacks," Beverly replied almost angrily.

"You will from now on," I told her and asked, already knowing the answer simply from 'listening' to her thoughts, "Who is the dominant one, her or Tina?"

"Sheree, definitely," Beverly replied, "Sheree whips her ass, ties her up—all kinds of crazy shit. And Tina goes back for more!"

"And when they come over here," I asked, "Why do you stay around if you don't like it so much?"

"Because they just show up!" she replied defensively, "They come over at all hours of the night too—1am, 5am—they don't care what time it is."

"At 5am they force you to fuck?" I asked unconvinced.

"They jump on my bed, while I am sleeping, rip my clothes off, and a lot of times Sheree makes me play with myself while watching her and Tina fuck over and over again. But most of the time, they both force themselves on me," Beverly answered, "Sheree's been begging Jeremy to fuck her so he can put a baby in her belly so that her, 'two white bitches' can nurse from her tits—of course Tina and I are her 'two white bitches.'"

"Are her tits bigger than you and Tina's?" I asked.

"Are they?" she asked as though I had just asked the dumbest question in history, "My baby's are D's. Tina's are a little bigger than mine, maybe. Sheree has utters—probably EE—but they stand up very well, and they're all natural. They droop a little, but not very much."

"Has she fucked Jeremy?" I asked next.

"No, he has a girlfriend—or that's his excuse. But he had no problem when Sheree and Tina pretty much raped her last week. She begged them to stop, but it was like she was talking to a wall."

"So, you simply don't like fucking black women. You still like to fuck white women, right?" I asked and added, "Even if they don't want too."

"Well, of course," she replied smiling, "I don't even mind being forced myself, as long as they aren't black."

"So you're racist," I pointed out.

She thought about it a minute before replying, "I guess so."

"In that case," I began getting very serious, "From this point on, you will willfully, cheerfully, and immediately submit to any black woman whose tits are larger than yours. You will offer to eat her pussy or service her in any way she desires. Although you will give the outward appearance that you are absolutely enjoying yourself, internally you will be repulsed by it but at the same time you will be extremely horny from it. The only way you can get off, other than with me—or unless I tell you otherwise—is by sex with a black woman, or multiple black women. You will treat your black lovers with the utmost respect, including addressing them with 'yes ma'am, ' or 'no ma'am'."

She looked at me for a moment with a blank expression before it changed to a 'you just lost your mind' look before she said, "Whatever!"

"Great," I said as though she had said 'yes, ' "Go ahead and call them over here. Where is Jeremy?"

"He and Monica, his girlfriend, are in his room," she replied lifting the phone with no further protest.

"Go wake them up when you get off the phone," I told her as I sat on the couch to wait.

"Yes ma'am," I heard Beverly say into the phone as she hung it up.

A moment later, a guy I presumed was Jeremy entered the living room, still half-asleep, followed by a girl who I also presumed was Monica. She was almost as tall as he was, around 5'8, with long, dirty blonde hair. She had a t-shirt on that came down to mid-thigh. Although she wasn't fat, she had a little meat on her bones—larger than optimal arms, thighs, and calves. I was able to glimpse a shot of her t-shirt covered ass, which looked to resemble the rest of her body—which was a little bigger than it should have been. Although it seemed to flare nicely, it appeared mostly flat. Her tits looked absolutely lost on her upper body—B cups at the most. She was one of those girls who was a little heavier than normal in all the wrong places while being a little smaller than normal in all the wrong places. Despite all that, she had a nice face.

"This is Jeremy and his girlfriend Monica," Beverly said introducing them as they all came into the living room. They both said hello as they yawned neither immediately realizing Beverly's state of undress.

It was almost at the same time they noticed. "Mom," Jeremy began but was cut off by an overwhelming urge to strip. He quickly pushed down his shorts and boxers, leaving him naked. He looked at Monica and immediately ordered her to do the same thing.

With a stunned, open-mouth expression, Monica immediately pulled her t-shirt over her head revealing that she had nothing else on. She was completely naked, confirming for me how small her tits were in comparison to the rest of her body—they were small B cups with conical shaped nipples, almost puffy looking, and very pinkish. She turned slightly, also confirming that her ass was almost as flat as a board, two dimples were situated just too either side of her backbone, right above her ass cheeks.

"Jeremy," I began as he sat down in the recliner. The expression on his face gave away his extreme confusion as to why he just did what he did, "Do you and your mother remember Renee Grant?"

"Yeah," he replied after a moment. Beverly replied, "I do too."

"Good," I continued, "Because I know all about the little party you all had with her a few years ago."

"She wanted it," Beverly replied with a mischievous smile, "Or she did after she left. I am pretty sure she left here a bi-sexual."

Beverly couldn't believe she was talking so openly about a subject that she knew could get them into a lot of trouble! Without being able to stop, she heard herself say, "About six months after that party, although she stopped seeing Jeremy after that night, I caught her at her house, alone. I told her if she cooperated and made love to me, I would leave before her sister got home. Needless to say, that girl licked my cunt like a possessed woman. We fucked for two hours before I left."

"You took her virginity that night didn't you Jeremy?" I asked, although it was more of a statement than a question.

"Fuck yeah," he replied, "That party was the bomb. I made her watch me fuck several other girls that night. I didn't cum in any of them. I would fuck one, pull out of her, and have another lie down—all with Renee right beside us watching. Finally, after I did that with like eight or ten girls, with my cock soaked with their juices, I slammed into Renee, cumming as deeply into her as I could. I think I convinced her that she was pregnant. I had hoped she was, but it didn't happen. After I fucked her several times that night, mom and Tina made her eat the pussies of every girl I had fucked that night—at least ten girls, including her friend Amanda. By the time I got them back to Amanda's house, they were exhausted and totally fucked out."

"What would you say to the opportunity to fuck her again?" I asked, "Her and her sister, two cousins, Amanda, her soon to be sister-in-law, and another friend--they are all going to be her bride's maids."

"She's getting married?" Beverly asked, "To who?"

"That doesn't matter right now," I replied, "Would you like to fuck them or not?"

"Definitely her sister," Jeremy replied, "I don't know the rest of them, except for Amanda."

"Jeremy!" Monica protested, slapping him lightly on the arm, "You will not!"

"Trust me," I replied causing him to ignore her, "Other than Amanda and that friend I couldn't name, they are all very, very fuckable."

"I'll do whatever I damn well please," Jeremy shot back at her, "And if I tell you to suck my cum out of their assholes, you'll do that as well as anything else I tell you to do."

"Actually," I immediately responded, "She, Beverly, and you will do what I tell you to do, as will Tina and Sheree."

I said this as the door was opening, momentarily cutting off his reply. Tina walked in with Sheree right behind her.

"Why is everyone naked?" Sheree immediately asked beating Tina to it.

"Because I told them too," I replied calmly, "Tina, I want you naked as well—strip."

As had everyone else, Tina's mind screamed at her as she felt herself began disrobing. Her pink t-shirt was first, revealing she had no bra on underneath. Her tight jeans were next, followed by her pink, see-through panties.

"You have changed quite a bit," I commented. Renee's description of Tina was definitely out-dated. Although Tina still had straight, shoulder length, dark brown hair, she was almost what you would call skinny, although her tits were D cups. Her arms and legs seemed to be toned, and she had a decent tan. Her ass looked firm—with very little flair, although it stuck outward very nicely. She was actually a very attractive girl.

"I see being with Sheree has done you some good," I added. I knew from "listening" that Sheree had made her get a tummy tuck, a nose job, and a breast lift. She HAD to go to the gym four times a week and could only eat foods that Sheree allowed her to eat and in the past several months, Sheree had begun making Beverly do the same thing—Sheree had made her get the breast lift.

"She and Beverly are my bitches," Sheree piped in, "And if Jeremy would allow it, Monica would be too."

Monica seemed to try to slide behind Jeremy to get away from Sheree's hungry stare. She was very uncomfortable with being talked about like that but said nothing.

Beverly, on the other hand, dropped to her knees in front of Sheree and pleadingly asked, "Ms. Sheree, please, may I be of service to you? I would really like to make your stay at my house pleasurable. May I eat you out?"

Sheree, although tall, had a light-chocolate complexion. Her hair was short but styled. She looked to be in great shape, the only part of her body that was overly large were her tits. They were very large on her, even though she was tall—very close to my height at 6'0. Her height helped proportion her weight, giving her a look of being skinner than she actually was--she's probably 150 pounds. She has a great ass with the hips and thighs to go with it—at least judging by looking through her jeans.

She briefly looked at Beverly with confusion, as did everyone else in the room. After a moment, she replied, "My pussy is reserved for your daughter, at least for now. But you can have my asshole. Beg to eat my asshole out!"

Everyone watched in stunned silence as Beverly pleaded with Sheree to let her pull her jeans and panties off so she could 'rim her beautiful black bottom.' This went on for several moments until Sheree held her hand up to silence her.

I "told" Sheree what I wanted her to say. Sheree said, "If I allow you to do this, you recognize my authority over you and your daughter and that she and I will move back in with you, permanently. She and I will sleep in your bedroom. You will cook and clean, and service us in whatever ways I decide, without any hesitation."

"Yes! Yes," Beverly said quickly as she nodded, trying to speed Sheree along so she could delve in.

"You will absolutely be my slave. If you try to leave me, I will hunt you down, bring you back, and beat you to within an inch of your life. I may, if I tire of you, sell you to someone else. I will control everything about you, right down to what tampon brand you wear," Sheree told her, "Do you agree to all of this?"

"Of course!" a now seemingly frantic Beverly replied as she tried to pry Sheree's hand away from the button and zipper on her jeans.

"And you give your daughter to me too, right?" Sheree asked as she looked at a still stunned Tina.

"YES!" Beverly replied quickly.

"Okay," Sheree replied taking her hands away from her jeans, "You can eat my ass now—but ONLY my ass. You can't have my pussy until I say you can."

"You can become her slave after I finish with you all in a few days," I chimed in just as Beverly ripped Sheree's jeans and panties down her legs. Sheree stepped out of the clothing, leaving her naked from the waist down. She then leaned forward over the couch, her hands on either side of a now very uncomfortable Monica, who was trying to get away from Sheree but couldn't. She couldn't help but notice Sheree's tank top hanging down in front of her, showing the entirety of both of her enormous swinging breasts.

Beverly buried her face in Sheree's presented ass. Everyone in the room, except Monica who was staring at two of the largest tits she'd ever seen (of course she had seen them one time before when Sheree and Tina more or less raped her). Monica was immediately disgusted with herself as she felt herself moisten at the sight of the two very large and, to her confused repulsion, very sexy tits.

"If you kiss them, you will be my slave too," Sheree told Monica who was shaking, "You know you want to kiss them—kiss the top of each of them ... go on..."

Monica looked to Jeremy whose attention was split between watching his mother eat ass and his girlfriend being told, and seemingly tempted, to become another woman's slave.

"It's up to you," Jeremy told her, "I am sure Sheree will let me borrow you if I want too."

"Only after she earns you," Sheree responded as she smiled down at a now seemingly very uncertain Monica.

Monica could not believe how overwhelming the urge was to kiss the magnificent tits that were dangling in front of her. She had never been even remotely attracted to other women before this moment. Now, all of a sudden, her pussy was flooding at the idea of being sexually dominated by this woman!

Monica absolutely couldn't believe hear ears when she said, "Will you enslave my mom and sister too?"

"How old is your sister?" Sheree asked.

"Thirteen," Monica replied.

"I have a young niece who will be perfect for your sister," Sheree replied, "So, yes, I'll take them too."

As though in a dream, Monica seemed to watch herself lean forward and gently kiss the top swell of Sheree's left breast. She then did the same to the right before lifting her hand up to pull the shirt out of the way.

However, she was stopped as Sheree said, "I didn't tell you to uncover them. I told you to kiss them, just kisses on each breast until she finishes with my asshole. You'll have to earn the right to lick my breasts and then from there you will earn the right to suck them. Eventually, you will earn the chance to eat my pussy, but like Beverly, you'll have to earn it. For now you can kiss the tops of my tits and lick my asshole."

Everyone got quiet for a few moments, watching Beverly continue to eat out Sheree's ass, as Monica continuously kissed her tits. Finally I broke the silence by asking, "Beverly, where's your husband?"

"We're divorced. He lives on the other side of town," she mumbled without stopping what she was doing.

"Jeremy, do you still talk to him?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied as though it was a dumb question.

"That's good. When I contact you in a few days, have your dad ready to help us," I replied, "I'll call you on your cell phone—be sure to answer."

I paused to let them get up, a look of confusion passed across his face. I then said, "You can leave now. From now on, Monica is no longer your girlfriend. You are not to have anything to do with her unless Sheree pays you to—payment can be anything; it doesn't have to be just money."

He said nothing, nodding that he understood.

I turned back to the others and said, "Now, here's what I need from you. Sheree, do you have a black girlfriend, or two, to help us. I'll pay them if I need too?"

"Well of course," she said smiling at me, "I have a couple of them."

I proceeded to tell them what I needed. I made sure everyone knew that Sheree wasn't their master until I told them so. Before I left, I had Sheree order Tina to eat her pussy, getting her off after only a few minutes.

I watched the girls pull out of the Grant's driveway at 7:45pm that evening. I followed them as they headed to one of the nicer restaurants in town. I made sure that none of them recognized my vehicle, nor me once we got there (at least not until I wanted them too)—although only Renee and Deanna would have actually known who I was.

They were all dressed identically—jeans and white t-shirts with "Girls Night Out" on the front and "Maid" on the back, except for Renee who had "Bride" on the back of hers and Deanna with "Maid of Honor" on hers. Renee also wore a cheap, silver tiara.

The restaurant, as do most nice ones, also had a bar. Incidentally, Kimberly knew the bartender very well and soon had Margaritas on the table for everyone, although none of them were of the legal age to be drinking. Kimberly had supplied everyone with fake IDs just for this particular dilemma.

Even though none of them got drunk, Dana and Samantha (Renee's soon to be sister-in-law) were definitely getting tipsy. The others had a nice warm buzz, it seemed. When finished with dinner, they left the restaurant, driving to one of the local nightclubs.

At the door, they all presented their fake IDs, which the bouncer immediately recognized as such. But I made sure he allowed them in—free of charge, to their delight.

For the next four hours, the girls danced and drank as though they didn't have a care in the world. They didn't have to pay for any of those drinks, of course, and by the end of the night they were all headed down the road of being smashed. Kimberly, feeling like she was the most sober of them all, volunteered to drive home.

Although the bar had a policy of not allowing patrons to take alcohol out of the building, on this night, each of the girls were allowed to take a margarita home. The bar also gave them an opened bottle of tequila for 'a little party when they all got home.' Staggering to the Tahoe, the girls managed to pile in and pull out of the parking lot.

Officer Ken Davis didn't know why he had decided to sit across the road from the nightclub that night. He was usually down at the local 7/11 drinking coffee at this time. Nor did he know why he decided to follow the Tahoe when it pulled out of the parking lot, other than the fact that it had six very good looking (at least they looked good from his spot across the road) young women in it, all of which looked slightly on the drunk side.

He waited until they got away from the club, into a part of town that was completely dead at night, before pulling them over.

"Shit!" Kimberly said looking out her rear view mirror. By now they all had noticed the blue lights.

"What are we going to do with our drinks?" someone in the back asked. She then answered her own question, "We have to throw them out!"

"NO!" Kimberly replied quietly, but firmly, "he'll see you do that! Just put them on the floor and try not to spill them!"

"This truck smells like alcohol," Renee said giggling. She wasn't stone cold drunk, but she was getting there.

"Everyone just be quiet and let me handle this," Kimberly told them just as the officer tapped on her window with the butt of his flashlight.

She rolled down her window. He shined the light directly in her eyes and immediately noticed they were red and remained dilated—an indicator of someone being inebriated. He smiled and said, "Good evening ma'am, may I see your driver's license and proof of insurance."

"Yes sir," she replied, her hands shaking as she turned the interior light on so she could see to get her billfold out of her purse to get her driver's license. But when she did, the light allowed the officer to see Renee's drink, which was on the floor between her feet. He also clearly saw Kimberly's drink on the floor between her feet as well.

Kimberly's breath caught in her throat when she realized her mistake. She froze as she watched him shine the light on both drinks, but relaxed a little when he didn't say anything. She quickly got the information he wanted, handing both of them to him.

He said nothing as he walked back to his car. Kimberly and the girls sat in silence for around ten minutes before he came back.

As he was walking back to his car Officer Davis had a "thought." At first he chastised himself for thinking of doing such immoral, unethical, and illegal things, but the thought didn't go away and soon he had totally bought into the idea. Instead of calling into dispatch with the girl's information, he got on his cell phone and called Officer Janet Stephens. Although an attractive woman, Officer Stephens was the biggest dyke he had ever known and he knew she would be more than happy to assist him with this situation.

A few minutes later, Kimberly and the girls watched another cop car pull in behind the first one.

"Fuck," Kimberly said softly, "There's another cop pulling up."

"When are we going to be home?" someone called from the back. Kimberly turned to see that it was Dana. She was by all accounts drunk.

"We'll be home in a little while," Kimberly replied realizing the girl was only half-awake.

She turned back just in time to see Officer Stephens before she announced her presence, "Ms. Rials, would you please step out of the vehicle."

"Sure," Kimberly replied nervously. She looked across at Renee who was now very worried. As she opened her door she asked, "Is there some sort of problem, officer?"

Janet didn't immediately answer, as she watched the girl get out of the car. The girl was very pretty and as Janet watched, realized, she had a good body. Janet could hardly keep her eyes off the girl's huge tits. She made a mental note to thank Ken for calling her and now clearly understood what Ken meant when he asked her if she wanted to have a little fun.

"Maybe not if you are willing to submit to a breathalyzer," Janet replied.

"Of course I will," Kimberly replied not believing she was still drunk. Janet held out the tube and Kimberly breathed into it.

A moment later, Janet announced, "Your blood-alcohol registered .18. Even if you were twenty-one, that's over the limit. You are also in possession of an open-container and since you are under twenty-one, you are a minor in possession of alcohol," Janet paused, nodded at Ken who stepped up and turned her around, pressing her against her vehicle. Janet continued, "You are under arrest for DUI, open-container, and underage possession."

"Please," Kimberly said frantically, whirling around. She was now grasping for anything to get their sympathy, "It's my cousin's wedding is in three days. If you arrest me, it will ruin it."

"You should have thought about that before you decided to drive drunk," Janet said with no remorse. Ken turned her back around, pulling her left arm behind her.

Again Kimberly turned, "There MUST be something I can do for you, anything, just name it."

Janet's eyes narrowed before she replied tersely, "And now you will be charged with attempted bribery of a police officer."

For the third time, Ken turned her back around, pulling both arms behind her, snapping the cold steel of his cuffs on the now sobbing girl. He moved her to the hood of the truck and pushed her upper body forward.

Janet stepped up to begin frisking her, running her hands down the front of her shirt, over her nice, big, soft tits. She squeezed them as she went by, moving down the girl's stomach, down her hips, running one hand down the front of her jeans, before moving around to her ass. She squeezed both cheeks, taking in their texture before moving down her legs.

"Stay just like you are," Janet told her, "Do not move."

Kimberly laid her head on the hood of the truck and continued sobbing.

"You in the front passenger's seat, please exit the vehicle and walked slowly around to the front," Ken ordered Renee.

Renee, shaking with nervousness, opened her door and did as she was told. A moment later, she was at the front of the truck as ordered.

Janet stood over her as Ken grabbed her purse and asked, "Is this your drink on the floorboard?"

"Yes," Renee replied.

"Are you twenty-one yet?" Janet asked, "I see you are the bride, hopefully you're at least twenty-one if you are planning to get married."

"Yes," Renee replied, "I have my ID in my purse."

Ken handed her the purse, allowing her to get her ID. She handed him the fake ID, which said she was twenty-three.

For some reason, Ken knew without a doubt it was fake, although he had no idea how he knew. It was a helluva good fake if it was, he told himself.

He looked up at her and asked, "If I run this identification number, is it going to be valid?"

"Of course," she replied, her nervousness and continuous fidgeting giving her lie away. She was also pretty drunk and where normally she would have caved immediately, she was impaired enough to believe she could actually get away with it.

Ken got on his radio right in front of her and said, "Dispatch, run this driver's license number for me."

He held the card up so he could look at Renee as he read the numbers. A moment later the dispatch replied, "That number comes back as 'no record found.'"

He repeated the number to make sure he'd read it correctly. She read it back to him and again said it came back to 'no record found.'