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   THE SHATTERING

   ~ By Lord Horn



   BASIC SYNOPSIS OF THE STORY

   Being black and having a "brotha" attitude gets you only so far.  When
you mess around with someone's wife, try to steal his home and try to
poison the husband to get his hard earned business empire, it seldom works.
This story is a result of what happens when a "white" brother decides to
get even with his slut wife, her black lover and his entire gang of "black"
brothers.  As the saying goes, "A black man has the bigger cock, but the
white man has the bigger brains".

   PART I - THE DISCOVERY

   Eddie "Screwdriver" Pando was giving it to my wife.  Hard.  The way I
thought she never liked it, but apparently she did.  His thick black cock
was embedded into my wife's platinum blonde pussy up to his balls.  His
thick meat sawed in and out.  Eddie gave a grunt as he pushed in, his shaft
thick with my wife's discharge.  Sumi gave a grunt as Eddie pulled out up
to his shaft's head.  A steady trickle of cum flowed from her hairy vagina
to the bed sheet.  Eddie was grunting.  His sweat flowed off his chest into
my wife, who was too busy tonguing his hard nipples.  She bit his nipples
as he came on the downstroke and pushed a finger in his anus as he went up.
A sordid pleasure, all for my viewing.  My bed was shaking at the force of
his thrust.  Sumi, a Scandinavian by birth, had first met me when we were
in college.  We continued our friendship as we grew about.  I took over
business from my Dad, bless his soul, when he was taken away by God in a
car accident.  My mother loved him.  She went in a coma induced by shock
and passed away only a year ago.  All through, Sumi was my only pillar of
strength.  She was the shoulder to cry on and the rock who stabilized my
life.  I grew our business from just that.  A business to an empire. 
Though I gained business, I lost Sumi.  She has always had a preference for
black meat.  And I always ignored the way she eyed a black man's cock
whenever she happened to pass by one.  I assumed she was just looking.  How
wrong was I!

   Louie "The Tounge" Bomli was seated on the chair next to the bed.  He
was naked, he was sweaty and he was tired.  No big wonder considering he
must have "tongued" and fucked my wife before the Screwdriver went to work
on her.  Sumi's got an appetite I tell you that.  Lying on the floor
looking tired and well fucked were Will "Sodomizer" Hunt and Nigel "Door
Opener" Hatch.  Getting and drinking beer while watching the latest Formula
One F1 Grand Prix racing was Mombasa "The Cannon" Doorbell.  Yeah, funny
surname the last one, but I tell you his prick was no laughing matter.

   All must have taken turns to fuck my beautiful Sumi.  And there was no
doubt in my mind that this time they had gone on two-in-one and maybe even
three-in-one.

   I watched silently from the window all these activities.  It was a
blistering afternoon and no one would be mad enough to stand outside in the
heat like me.  But I waited and watched.  I had just recovered and returned
from the hospital.  I still carried my hand in a sling, my foot in a cast
and my back swathed with bandages.  This was wrong.  Five black brothers,
fucking my wife in my own house.

   When I had first discovered them, I was appalled.  Horrified and angry.
I confronted my wife.  She cried and apologized, promising it would never
happen again ever.  When I left home the next day, the five were waiting
for me.  I knew then and there that they were more precious to Sumi than
me, who must have informed them of my confrontation with her and asked them
to "take good care" of me to ensure I never shouted at Sumi again.  They
stopped my car, pulled me out screaming, and beat me senseless with a steel
pipe and a truncheon.  Good thing they didn't knife me.  My stay in the
hospital was not a good one either.  I understand from Savage, my doctor
and co-incidentally my good friend, that she had come to see me in secret.
She was with those five as she walked into my room.  I understand she had
papers with her and a stamp pad.  I also understand from Savage that she
tried to take my thumb, put it on the stamp pad, get it wet with the stamp
fluid and imprint it on the document.  I also understand from Bruce, my
lawyer and another best friend, that the document was actually something
that would have transferred all my business and money to my Sumi and her
five lap dogs.  That last move broke my back.  It was bad enough to see my
girl laying down for black jerks.  It was not acceptable at all that she
simply give away my blood and sweat to those same jerks as share in
business, just because they gang-humped her the whole day and night.  Its a
good thing that Bruce mentioned to Sumi that a thumb imprint cannot do in
these cases where conditions of complete business transfers apply, but an
appropriate signature in front of at least three witnesses was required for
this type of transfer.  Backed into a corner, she tried the next best
thing, which I stupidly fell for.  She turned lovey dovey.  For three days
she stayed with me, cleaned me, read me books, fed me on a diet of home
food and generally did what wives do to take care of their husbands when
they really love them.  On the fourth day, she again got food for me.  She
fed it to me with her hand too, albeit hesitantly, as I was all swathed up.
I was almost beginning to forgive her, after all, isn't forgiveness the
biggest blessing of all?  She seemed to recognize my relaxation and coming
of terms with her romps in the bed.  She broke down.  All wet-eyed and
quivering lips, and loud heaving sobs, making it look as though she was too
embarrassed to ask my forgiveness and that in her heart she really loved me
and she was willing to forget the entire episode.  I gently held her face
in my hand, looked deep into those mint blue eyes and kissed her softly on
her lips.  "Hush", I said.  "Let us not talk or think about this again. 
Let us get back with our lives.  I love you Sumi", I declared in the grand
action of one truly in love.  She literally hugged me and began crying.  I
could feel her hot tears staining my hospital gown.  As she regained
control, she looked at me with doe eyes and said, "I'm sorry darling.  I
hope in your heart you can forgive me.  I hope Papa and Mama, if they are
watching from above the sky also forgive me".  I held her close and
whispered that I want to eat the food with her own hands as a beginning of
our new relationship.  She fed me and patted my hair after every bite of
morsel I took.  The food was home cooked, warm and extremely delicious. 
Too bad it was laced with Propanic Acid.  Savage had to man the stomach
pumps for five hours for at least three days before I got back from the
brink of the dark.  I decided there and then that enough was enough.

   My mind shifted back to the action as Sumi was almost sucking Eddie's
neck off.  Eddie was gonna have a heck of a hickey in the next few hours. I
understood that Sumi was gonna come.  I did not know how many times she
must have come, but this looked like a big one.  A multi too.  And I was
correct.  She almost took the skin off Eddie's back with her nails as she
came.  She let go a big scream and literally ejaculated.  By the way, when
Sumi comes, she ejaculates.  She is one of the very few women who have
ejaculatory orgasms.  Eddie's six-pack took the brunt of fluid from first
spasm.  Man, it looked real sticky.  Eddie couldn't hold it any longer too.
He opened his mouth in a silent scream and dumped what seemed like a ton of
load into my wife's open vagina, deep into her belly.  That was some
combined orgasm.

   Unfortunately, my face and body betrayed no emotion.  Nothing.  Over
these months, the beatings and the poisoning attempts had made me very
pragmatic.  And hard.  I vividly recall Savage mentioning that my lips were
definitely thinner and eyes definitely colder.  He also mentioned that he
was glad he was not one of the five brothers.  I watched the scene without
emotion, as if a scientist observing a specimen.  Cold, calculated and
without taking my eyes off for a second off the scene.  When "Sodomizer"
got up, came to the bed, turned over my wife, put his cock in her slick
pussy for a few times before positioning it over her brown puckered and wet
anus, I let a small smile escape my lips.  I wanted to watch this.  And I
did.  And it was not before 2300 hours that the party finished.  The black
brothas got into their giant red Cadillac and drove away.  Sumi got up and
took a bath and went out for dinner.  I waited till she returned.  Wouldn't
you know it.  She came back in the same red Cadillac.  I knew what was in
store.  And I must say I was not disappointed.  I got the show of my life.
My Scandinavian wife with her five black lovers.

   It was only around six in the morning, when I heard the newspaper boy
deliver the paper around the corner, that I moved.  I was feeling a little
woozy what with me yet to recover from my injuries.  But beyond the
wooziness was a cold determination.  I approached my Mercedes and woke Hans
up.  I slept half the way up to the penthouse.  As I moved in, the first
thing I did was to brush my teeth.  My mouth smelled bad.  I also took the
razor, loaded up a foam and took a clean shave.  A bath was next with the
morning newspaper read through the bathroom only.  As I towelled myself
dry, I looked at myself.  I was looking good.  The scars were beginning to
heal and I did look a little dangerous, to say to myself.  Even if half my
body was covered in bandages and swathes.  I went downstairs, had good
heavy breakfast of ham, eggs, rolls and lots of tea.  That over, I attended
business for an hour in my office on the first floor of my house.  After
that I shut shop for the day.  Staying awake all night was not my idea of
enjoyment.  I put on my pyjamas, turned on the four-ton dual air
conditioners all the way up in my bedroom and slept like a baby.  I was out
the instant my head hit the pillow.  I needed rest and was intent on
waiting at least a month before I put my plan into action.  During this
time I would learn to control my emotions, come face to face with terrible
human suffering all initiated to make me tough.  I also met a few people in
"the business" to understand how vengeance could be extracted.  Five black
brothas and a hot Scandivian chick.  Many suggestions flew around.  I
tended to listen to the few elder ones for their maturity and mental
anguish it would bring to my wife and her five black lovers.  But all
through I heard one saying again and again, as each one beseeched me for
patience before kicking into vengeance overdrive.  And that was: "Do not be
in a hurry to extract vengeance son, for revenge is a dish best served
cold."

   ...To be Continued

   (Part II - The Ascension)