
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!"
