Da Boom Boom Girls

By Da BOOM BOOM MAN

The sky looked bizarre scorched red and streaked with clouds.  I
imagined I was looking at the breath of some growling lion god.
Some thing big and nasty was coming, that's what the heavens were
telling me, and they were right.  I was on my way to the sorority of
one Miss Susan B. Miller.  I was to pick her up at eight-o clock
sharp and then meet up with my frat brothers for a keg party.  Not
exactly the place for a class act like Susan, but what the fuck else
do you do in collage?  She was a goddamn masterpiece from head to
toe, and a real dream of cream and lightly freckled skin, with a
head of copper hair, iridescent almost.  She had these big brown
eyes that made her seem incredibly gentile.  I would get so much
comfort just from looking in her eyes, like her heart was opened
wide up to anyone who met with her stare.  The only thing wrong with
Susan was that she wasn't mine.  She was the girl friend of my frat
brother Hal.  Hal was kind of an asshole, but he was my frat brother
and as such we were friends.  He was always asked favors as a sign
of good faith, and earlier that day, he asked me, 'I need you to
pick up Susan, and man I'm trusting you with my woman here, so don't
go letting me down, bro!'  Being my frat brother and all I couldn't
let him down, besides I certainly didn't mind taking trips to the Pi
Pi Pi sorority house!  The girls were hot, not in wild way, but
cute, sweet, and thoughtful.  The type of girl I'd proudly marry if
given the chance.

As I got close to the house I noticed the lights were off.  It
wasn't quite dark outside, but dark enough that at least a few
lights should've been on.  I went up the porch and stood at the
door.  Before I could knock I heard some sounds, like the sisters
were having a party.  I heard some male voices laughing. I knocked
and waited.  The door slowly opened and a black man filled the space
and I couldn't see past him. 'You ain't one of the brothers!' he
said to me.  I told him, 'Yeah, I'm with the Omega house!'  'Sorry,
that's the wrong house!' he said.  I replied, 'I'm not here for the
party, I'm here to pick up Susan.'  Then he asked, 'you her
boyfriend or something?'  'Just a friend.'  With the door partly
opened I could now hear the sisters clearly and they sounded a
little funny, distressed.  No it wasn't distress; it sounded more
like they were exercising or something.  'Hey,' I asked, 'what's
going on in there?  Are the girls okay?'  I began to get in the
guy's face. 'Easy there, my man!  You can come in, but before you
freak out, just know that it is all consensual.'  He smiled with his
white teeth overwhelming his black face.

My adrenaline shot up; I had no idea what I was walking into.  I
stepped in and he shut the door behind me.  I could clearly hear the
girls crying as if impaled on a hard penis.  The black brothers were
raping our Pi Pi Pi girls, I was sure that's what all the moaning
was about.  I thought for sure someone was going to hit me in the
dark and knock me out, so I quickly reached for the light switch.
The room became shockingly visible. I have to say, I was not
prepared for what I saw next, and it would change my entire life
from that day on.  The first thing I noticed was a black guy who
shot up off the couch and turned to yell at me.  He was standing
there completely naked with his hard dick in his hands; 'turn da
mutha fucken light off, man!'  I looked at him in shock, staring at
the cock in his hands.  His buddy from the other side of the couch
called back, 'Wait, man!  Don't put out that light just yet.  Take a
look at this!'  The guy who yelled at me turned around to watch his
friend and forgot all about me.  I could see the other guy's head
bobbing over the back of the couch.  I knew he was fucking one of
the sisters.  "Look how black my dick looks in that white hole!  You
seeing this, Lamont, you seeing this Cliff?'  He was talking to the
two guys on the couch; all of them were naked.  I was really scared
that it was Susan, and went to find out.  As I crossed the room I
notice a bunch of people by the TV area.  There were two white
girls, naked and on the floor, but they were obscured by a bunch of
black guys, three around each.

I could tell one girl was getting it doggie style.  Her back was
really arched, pushing her round ass way up and making a perfect
bulls eye for the black boy to slide it right on in.  Another guy
was in her mouth and he had his hands all over her face, feeling her
cheeks as he fucked in through her lips.  A third guy was at her
side cradling one of her tits and jacking off.  The other girl was
flat on her belly with a big black guy laying it into her.  Her arms
were spread out in front of her and boy oh boy was she a screamer.
I couldn't tell if it was the guy's length getting uncomfortably
deep, or if she was getting crushed by his huge slamming body, but
something was making her scream.  I would have thought her in
trouble if she didn't occasionally blurt out, 'YES, YES!'  The other
two blacks around her just sat and waited their turn. They had no
choice, the big black guy had her buried beneath him, and no part of
her body was accessible.

Later I'd find out what had happened to prompt this fucking frenzy.
It all began a week before.  The sorority girls decided to clean a
city park as their volunteer work.  A mostly black fraternity got
sent to help as well.  I think the reasoning there was that the park
was in a pretty bad part of town, a black part of town, and sending
a gang of white girls alone into that area seemed a little risky, so
the college sent an all black escort with them.  Well the day went
on without any hassles; the sisters were putting a lot of hard work
into getting that place spiffy.  The black boys were doing a half
ass job on everything, as they really didn't want to be there on a
Saturday afternoon.  The two groups didn't talk much; in fact, the
ladies weren't to pleased about the blacks being there, and were
hesitant to open up.  My college is in the south and there's always
been a little tension that still exists between the races, but as
you already know, the quality of interracial relations between the
white sorority and black fraternity would soon get pounded further
along than ever before.

One sorority sister named Stacy was a bit of a cowgirl.  She'd been
raised in a small town, which had no black people.  Her daddy had
raised her  I don't want to say raciest, but perhaps very naive.
Without actually knowing any blacks she believed most of the
stereotypes about them to be true.  Her daddy even went as far as to
refer to them as niggers.  So Stacy was a bit more comfortable with
the term than anyone else I knew.  Again, in her defense, she was
just very nave, and didn't understand the derogatory power of that
word.  With ignorance aside, she was a truly lovable gal.  She
always had something to say about everything and she said it with
such Texas charm that everyone would fall silent and listen when she
spoke.  She was a real cutie too; blonde hair with wavy curls just
above her shoulders, light blue eyes that twinkled in the light, and
always wore knee length country dresses and sandals.  She had a good
curving five foot- eight figure with plump tall tits and a round ass
from sitting in the saddle and helping her dad heard the cows around
the ranch.

Stacy was the first to break the ice and start up a conversation
between the two groups.  Mike, the frat president, was sitting on a
bench drinking a soda, and she hollered, 'Hey, ya'll going to let
the ladies do the chores while you laze around like cows?  My daddy
told me niggers were lazy.  The people 'round here told me that's
bullshit, but maybe he was right.'  She said it all with a smile and
playful charm, but Mike's eyes shot open when she said the N word.
He said, 'Listen ma'am, I don't know where you're from, but what
you're saying isn't too cool.' She said, 'I don't mean to be
unfriendly, but ya'll are taking it kind of easy, while we see to
getting the work done.  Now if ya ask me that there's what I'd call
rude!'  Mike said, 'Excuse me, but I'm conserving my energy for my
evening activities!'  Some of the other guys started laughing.
Susan went over to Stacy, put a hand on her shoulder, and whispered,
'This may not be such a good idea.'  Stacy responded aloud, 'I'm
just calling it as I see it.  Why don't you guy's go on and git if
ya don't wanna pitch in!'

Mike was big, six five at least, and made of solid muscle.  At least
for Stacy's sake he was a gentleman.  He said in a polite tone, 'I
think we all know what is really going on here.  My brothers and I
were sent here to keep the neighborhood boys from coming in and
harming a park full of young white girls.  You my have volunteered
to be here, but we didn't. Now we can leave, but that would leave
you all here by yourselves.' 'Stacy said, 'shoot, what makes you
think us girls can't take care of ourselves?'  The other guys had
gathered around behind Mike, and the sorority girls were sort of
hiding behind Stacy.  Susan realized what would happen if the boys
left, and was getting worried that Stacy chase them off.  'Listen
ma'am,' Mike said, a little less gentlemanly, 'you skinny white
girls couldn't even begin to handle the magnitude of black lust.'
Stacy put her hands on her hips and told him, 'I've ridden on the
backs of horses that would have bucked you clean out of the corral.
And who are you calling skinny?'  She jetted out a hip and slapped
her ass, 'my daddy feed me well!'  Then without realizing it, Stacy
went one step too far and said, 'Just try and git a piece of this
you sorry bunch of wolves!'  The black guys were shocked as hell at
her forwardness, and shouted out, 'Damn girl,' and 'be careful with
that thang!'  Then Stacy said, 'Now come on ya'll, it don't matter
why were here, just give us a hand so we can all git oudda here
before dark.  Whaddaya say, boys?' 'All right ma'am,' said Mike,
'let's put some back muscle into this, guys!'  They all gave one
last smile at the girls and Stacy flipped up her skirt, and shouted
'woo,' and then the boys went back to picking up the park.

Susan grabbed both of Stacey's shoulders, and said to her face,
'what are you doing, Stacy, are you nuts?'  Stacy answered, 'I'm
just flirting with the black boys, ain't no harm in given em a cheap
thrill, is there?'  'No,' Susan said, 'but it sounded like you were
daring them.' Stacy said, 'they're black!  They know they can't go
foolin around with the white girls!'  Susan said, 'I swear to God, I
can't even imagine the world you were raised in.  Just understand
that no boys, black or white, like to be teased.  You're just asking
for it.'

As Susan picked up broken glass and twigs she couldn't help but
watch all the black muscles around her sweating in the sun.  She was
ashamed, but she almost wished the boys would take Stacy up on her
offer and try something with them.  Stacy didn't realize it but she
had both pissed off and enticed Mike.  Mike was a gentleman and knew
the girl wasn't to blame, but her ignorance bother him still.  He
did nothing about it that day, however, that day came to a close.

It wasn't until a week later that the black boys showed up at the Pi
Pi Pi house.  They brought seven bottles of vodka and some
grapefruit juice.  Things would most definitely have gone different
if Stacy hadn't answered the door.  She swung it open and said, 'Hi,
guys.  Whaddaya doin here!'  Mike stepped forward with the box full
of vodka and said, 'We just got to thinking that you girls were
awfully sweet, but you obviously don't know the first thing about
blacks.  I would like to spend an evening talking with your sisters
and getting to know one another.  And I personally wanted a chance
to see if I couldn't persuade you to never use the word 'nigger'
again!'  'Stacy said, 'shoot, I didn't mean nothing when I called ya
that!  You know that!  Someone must have reffered to you as nigger
before.  No?'  Mike got pissed hearing her say it so carefree, but
he was on a mission, and continued to be his gentlemanly self.  He
explained, 'people only use that word to express hate and
disrespect, and if you allow us this evening, I'll try and give you
a lesson in why that word is such an evil one.'  'Well,' Stacy said,
'come on in.  Welcome to our sorority.'

There were only a few sisters there that night, five in all.  As the
black men came marching through the door the girls all looked up in
disbelief.  The men came in and they all sat down in the living
room. The girls didn't say much but smiled a nervously polite smile,
and let Stacy do the talking.  They were all drinking a little more
than they should have been, which was probably due to the
awkwardness of the situation.  Mike finally asked Stacy a question
that got everyone's attention, 'So Stacy, do you find black men
attractive?'  Stacy said bluntly, 'of course ya'll are good lookin.
Well, some of you are at least.  But the thing is; blacks and whites
can't go foolin around with each other!'  Mike couldn't believe that
just came out of this sweet girl's mouth, and said, 'You really
believe that, huh?  Because, baby, I could prove to you right now
that they most certainly can!'  Stacy said, 'you are wicked, aren't
you?  Why don't you go on and prove it to Liz.' Mike then asked, 'ya
hear that, Ordel?  Why don't you prove to Liz that she can have sex
with a black guy.'

Liz went stark white with fear as Ordel slid his arm around her.
Liz was the shyest of the girls.  She hadn't said a word all night,
and now some big black guy was draping his arm around her neck.  She
stared wide-eyed at Susan who was sitting across from her.  Susan
had an element of control and strength that the other girls all
turned to for support, and at that moment Liz desperately needed
Susan to get her out of the mess.  Everybody was silent, even Stacy,
as Ordel let one finger glide up and down her arm.  She stayed stiff
and upright, anxious for Susan to stop it.  Instead, Susan surprised
everyone by climbing off the couch and getting on her knees in front
of Liz.  Liz looked down at her as the long black finger moved from
her arm to her shoulder and then across the upper part of her chest.
Susan grabbed Liz's hands and held them gently.  She said to her,
'just relax, Liz, just relax and let it happen.'

Liz was sort of a plain girl but she was very pretty.  It was
definitely her looks that got her into the sorority.  She dressed
down wearing a white blouse and jeans.  She had small pouting lips
and a tiny noose, but the thing that always got me were her green
sorrowful eyes.  They always grabbed at my heart with their look of
uncertainty, almost like a frightened child.  They made me want to
take her into my arms, kiss her forehead, and assure her that she'd
safe.  Those eyes were at their most pitifully desperate as she
stared at Susan, but they didn't phase Susan a bit.  Susan had the
least to drink out of anybody, but she was feeling the effects of
something else.  She was getting really excited at the thought of
her sorority giving themselves over to these big black boys.

The refined master of control was being effected by lust; a lust for
the dark forbidden meat to find it's why into her soft white body.
Ordel let his hand fall onto Liz's chest.  Susan squeezed her had
tight and asked, 'does it feel good?'  Liz with a quivering voice
said, 'I guess so.  I don't know.  I don't know what I'm feeling.'
Ordel began to squeeze her tit through her blouse, and whispered,
'why are you afraid? I just want to make you feel good.  Why are you
so afraid of feeling good?'  'Ohh,' Liz moaned, 'that kinda feels
good.'  Susan rested her head in Liz's lap and tried to feel the
girls awakening passion.  She felt a hand rub along her ass and she
turned and said, 'wait!  I can't. I have a boyfriend.'  The guy
respected her wishes and moved to the couch, sitting on the other
side of Liz.  One of his hands went under her blouse and began to
work their way up her belly, the other he combed through her brown
hair.  She let out a moan, and everyone in the room could feel the
heat rising.

Mike stood up and faced Stacy.  He said, 'you see there, baby, it
might be a little taboo but it ain't forbidden.  And trust me, that
taboo feeling is going to make you feel things in the areas of your
body that have never been explored.  And if the taboo don't than
this well.'  He unzipped his pants and let ten and a half inches
dangle between his legs.  'I guarantee this baby will reach
uncharted territory with in your fine white body.'

Stacy sat there staring dumbfounded at the big black dick.  Finally
she said, 'My god, I could lasso that from clear across the room. As
she reached out for it Mike called to the rest of the brothers, 'why
don't someone flip out the lights.'

Later that night, Susan told me what had happened and how things
escalated way out of control; but as I walked into the sorority to
pick her up, I didn't have a clue as to what was going on.  I was in
absolute shock at seeing these big black mother fuckers pounding
away on the college's finest group of All-American girls.  My
biggest concern was that Susan was apart of it.  I felt responsible
for her since my frat brother, Hal, had sent me to pick her up.  I
walked towards the girl that was getting nailed behind the couch.  I
thought, please don't let it be Susan.  When I got close enough to
see who it was, my heart sank. It was Liz!  A black guy, who I'd
latter know as Ordel, had her legs up over his shoulders and working
her pussy something fierce.  I had always had a crush on Liz.  I
think it was just her eyes, those needy eyes.  I had never seen her
naked, or even in skimpy clothes for that matter, but there she was
right before me.  She was incredibly sexy.  I wanted her more than
ever.  I thought about how I'd always come over and make her blush
by saying something a little risky, like, 'can I tie you naked to
the hood of my car and pretend you're a deer a shot hunting.'  Real
stupid stuff, but she'd always laugh and ask me where in the world I
came up with such crazy things.

There she was, naked as naked can be, and her body was far more
incredible than I could ever have imagined.  Her tits were perfect
with tiny little nipples that were almost as pale as her breasts.
Ordel had one in his hand with his arm hooked around his leg.  He'd
tug on it as he pushed his cock into her pink pussy.  I was at a
loss, when I saw that pussy glistening in the light for the first
time.  It was beautiful, but then there was this thick black cock
that stretched it perversely wide.  Why was this happening?  I never
wanted her more than at that moment, despite the fact that I found
the whole thing appalling.  It was supposed to me inside that girl
and we were supposed to be in some romantic setting feeling safe and
distant from the whole world.  I watched with near tears as his hips
slapped hard against hers making her whimper the way I always knew
she would.

Lamont, one of the two guys on the couch watching the action, said
to me, 'Man, if you're thinking 'bout fucking her you'll half to
wait.  I'm up next, ya see.  After that, she's all yours.'  At that
point Liz opened her eyes and saw me.  I could tell she was a little
drunk, but she seemed to wake up as our eyes met.  She said,
'Charlie!  Look what's happening.  Look what they're making me do.'
There was fear in her voice, she was obviously terrified.  For a
second I thought about shoving his ass off her and kicking him in
the mouth, but then he threw his arms off her legs and let them fall
to the ground.  He said to her with his dick still lodged deep
inside, 'Hey, you want me to stop, just say the word!'  She was
still looking at me with those pitiful eyes; 'the black boys are
fucking me, Charlie, what am I supposed to do?' Ordel then told her
confident, 'this is between me and you, girl, if you want me to stop
doing you, ya gotta tell me so.'  I threw up my shoulders at a loss
for words.  She looked at the Ordel, feeling his cock buried inside
her, and said, 'I don't know okay, just make it fast.'  Ordel
grabbed her ankles with enthusiasm, held them high up in the air and
told her, 'so you want faster!'  He then picked up the pace and I
could hear the sloppy mess as his dick pivoted up and down.  Liz
started to wheeze and said, 'No, no!  I mean be quick.'  Ordel
looked at his buddies and said, 'Oh, you want me to pump you
quicker!'  He started fucking Liz like crazy.  Their hips slapping
sounding like applause.

Her legs went stiff and straight accommodating Ordel's impact on her
hips.  Lord knows how deep his dick was lodged inside, as I had
never had a chance to see it's full length.  I was somewhat
disappointed to hear Liz final say in-between moans, 'Yes, yes that
what I meant. Faster, I want faster.'  She even started fucking
back.  The two guys on the couch started laughing at her admission.
'Ordel then bent down, still hammering away, and said to her, 'baby,
why are you still afraid? I don't wanna hurt you.  I just want to
fuck the holy shit out of you. Nothing wrong with that is there?'
'She said, 'I'm not afraid.  I'm just always confused.'  Her eyes
locked onto his, and I knew she had found some comfort in the black
man who fucked her with unyielding vigor.

Liz was gone.  All my fantasies where shattered.  I knew I couldn't
ever seriously date a girl that had been pumped by not one, but
apparently three black guys.  I left her there and went to find
Susan, my head spinning with confusion.  I had a feeling of defeat,
like the blacks have laid claim and staked this territory as there
own.  They stole what is most dear to me.  Then I began to realize
how raciest that nonsense sounded.  These girls weren't mine, and by
all modern standards they were as fare game to the blacks as they
were to me, right?  But that didn't satisfy me, something still
nagged at my moral conscience.  There was a silent prejudice with in
me that was being challenged.  I didn't like the idea of being
prejudice and tried to cope with my feelings.  I told myself,
whatever was going on it was okay by me.  If the blacks lusted after
the whites and visa versa, then so be it.  My only concern was that
my frat buddy's girl friend wasn't mixed up in this.

