Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Stacy sat under the hot shower and curled up as she felt the water run through her wet blonde hair and down her smooth skin. She could still feel a tingling sensation as she thought of what happened. The water ran down between her neck and shoulders then down between her small breasts and she could swear she could still feel them inside her. What had happened to her? Why did she do it? The thought of it made her feel so dirty. Stacy realised she was twisting her wedding ring. It had only been three months since her wedding. The greatest day of her life. Three months and now three men.... Oh, Christ, what had she done...... * Stacy could smell the onions the black man had been eating as he kept her pressed against the rough bark of the tree in the moonlight. Her tits were exposed after one of the other black men had ripped her blouse open and yanked the bra down. The black man behind her kept his face to her cheek. "White bitch comes here this time, she looking for something." the black man breathed. "Something nasty," he finished. Stacy Pierce felt him pushing his groin against her ass and moaned. "Slut wants it, man." one of other men grinned. "She into it." "You want it, don't'cha, slut? You gonna fuckin' get it!" the black thug behind her said. A simple walk in the park, Stacy had thought. The sun going down among the trees, the sounds of nature around her, it'd be nice, she had thought. "Shit, bitch is sexy." the third thug added. There were the three of them. She'd felt their strong arms grab her and drag through the park bushes into one of the more wooded areas before slamming her against a tree and simply ripping her blouse open then pulling the bra down to free her breasts. "No-one comes here `cept sluts and `hoes." the black man holding her said. "Which are you?" "N-Neither..." she gasped. "Bullshit, bitch," the second thug told her. "You another slut." "Plenty of them in this city." the third man grinned. The man hold her was grinding his growing hardness against her ass. Stacy moaned again. "So what you here for, slut?" he breathed in her ear. Stacy felt his hand sliding down her hip. He began sliding around and up until his fingers were pushing down the front of the black skirt she wore. "I know." the third thug said and Stacy looked at him. She saw him holding his long black cock in his hand. "I...." she gasped. "That what you want?" the thug rubbing himself against her asked. She could hear the smile in his voice as she found it difficult to take her eyes from the sight of the that black cock. "Fuck what she wants." the second one sneered. Stacy watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his black cock. It wasn't as long, but what it lacked in length it made up for in thickness. "You want some nigga in you, don't you, slut?" the thug behind her taunted. Suddenly he stepped back, grabbing a handful of her blonde hair and threw her into the grass. "You got to ask for it, bitch." he told her. Stacy sat on the ground and looked up at them. They looked down at her with a contempt in their eyes. She was nothing but someone to use for their pleasure. She glanced to a clear bit of the park. Stacy could just see the path. The moon was high in the sky, giving a clear night. "Go ahead and run." the thug told her. "Only sluts, `hoes and brothers are here." "Bitch don't want to fuckin' run." the third one smiled as he stroked his cock. It was getting harder. "No cops." the first one added. "Cops don't come here at night. Ever." "Slut ain't screaming," the second one said. The first thug eased his cock out. It was nicely sized and growing in his hand. "Bitch got to ask for what she wants or she can fuck off back to that white asshole she's chained to." he said. Stacy remembered her wedding ring. "He's probably waiting at home," the third one said. "Jerking off as his wife is out looking for a real dick to ride." "Thing is, bitch," the first thug told her. "You get one, you got to take the other two." "Fuck one. Get two more..." Stacy felt her breath quicken as she saw the black cocks slowly rising up, hardening as they grew. "And I ain't using no rubber." he continued. "No way." the second added. "Fuck that." the third finished. "And We'll do what we want to you." the first said. "You get knocked up..." the third shrugged. "Just another white slut." the second grinned. "Nigga's fucktoy." the first finished with a wide grin. Stacy looked at them. The three black thugs were impressively hard. They knew who was in charge here. She was just that, a black man's fucktoy. Their fucktoy. "Last chance, bitch." The first thug said. "We got plenty of white `hoes we can be fucking." Stacy felt the wedding ring as she stared at their now large, hard black cocks. She looked them each in the eye. They were telling the truth. They could have any white girl they wanted. She looked at the thug who'd held her against the tree, He was the biggest of the three, the most dominant it felt. She smiled weakly. "Please," she said. "Please what, bitch?" he asked and Stacy saw the foreskin easing back on his shaft. The head rose up and she felt her pussy muscles throb. "Please," she said again. "Fuck me...." * The water felt so good, so cleansing..... Fuck me, she'd said to them. Why had she gone there? It was a walk. Stacy closed her eyes and the images flashed through her mind's eye; those big, black, throbbing cocks before her. So damn hard.... * "Sluuuuuut," the second thug smiled. "Yeah." the first nodded and stepped forward. His cock was hard and thick now. His balls looked so full. "We got some time we can give you." "Never like to turn a hole away," the third shrugged. "Get over here and show me some fuckin' respect!" the first told her. Stacy swallowed and found herself crawling towards the large black man. She knelt up in front of him and nervously touch his cock. It seemed to throb under her touch. Stacy gazed at it, taking in the length and girth and finally eyeing his large black balls. So full.... "You just gonna kneel there, you dumb slut!" he snapped. Stacy looked up at him, smiling apologetically then gently kissed the side of the black shaft. She tasted him and found her pussy throbbing some more then started to kiss the cock more before stopping at the large, swollen head. The pre-cum glistened as it hung at the eye of cock. "Bitch never seen a real cock before?" one of the others sneered. "She's married to a white asshole," the other thug replied. "Still a fuckin' virgin!" The man who's cock she held stared looked down at her. "You had a dick in you before?" he asked. Stacy nodded. "Yes..." "One of these, slut!" he said, grabbing his cock from her. He pushed her head back and slapped her on the cheek with the hard shaft. Stacy gasped. "This is a fuckin' dick! Not some white boy's fuckin' needle-sized prick!" "...." Stacy opened her mouth to start speaking then shook her head. "Then you still a fuckin' virgin, bitch." he grinned. "And we can fix that problem for you." "We fixing a lot of those problems these days." the second thug nodded and he high-fived the third thug. She watched them laugh and wondered what they meant. * It was just a walk, Stacy told herself a she lifted herself up onto her feet and and turned the water off. She reached for the towel and began drying herself off. What had come over her, she thought. She was married, for fuck's sake. She was happy. She was a happily married woman who.... Stacy walked naked into the bedroom and looked at the picture of her wedding day. Her husband and her. Ray was a childhood sweetheart. He was the man she had first kissed, had first been `naughty' with. He was the first man she `gave' herself to. She wanted to have children with him. She picked up the picture and touch his face. She loved Ray. She loved him. Stacy took a deep breath. She. Loved. Ray. * "AAAHHH!" she cried out, Stacy was on her back. The black thug was pressing his whole weight down onto her, his strong hands pinning hers down. He pushed his thick, black cock deeper inside her. She cried out again. "You feel that inside you?" he grinned, his face pushing against hers. "....yessssss...." Stacy gasped. "Bigger than your husband?" he asked. Stacy nodded. She'd never felt her pussy feel so stretched as the shaft slowly began to pump back and forth into her. The thick head seemed to push deeper into her with each thrust. He was staring deep into her eyes. "....uuuuuhhhh...." she moaned. "Course it is," the thug told her. "You bitches want a real cock, so you come to a real man." He put is lips to her ear. "A black man, bitch." He plunged his cock even deeper into her and Stacy gasped out loud again. "Hurry up, bro!" she heard and saw the other two thugs standing there, cocks in hand. "Fuck her, man!" the other said. Stacy felt the thrusts into her become faster. He was gasping into her ear. The thug sounded like an animal as he sped up his fucking. He was going deeper, pushing the head ever closer to her womb. "Fuckin' yeah....! Yeah...!" she heard him pant. * Stacy loved Ray. She'd married him. So why.....? She stood up, putting the picture back. Why had she gone that way? It was just a damn walk! Why had she let those.... Looking down at her finger, the wedding ring sparkled. Why? * Her legs seemed to act on their own, wrapping around the black thug's waist. Her arms slid around his powerful torso. Stacy's whole body was wanting to feel that large, thick black shaft inside it. "Yeah...." he gasped into her ear. "You really want this, don't ya, bitch?" he breathed, his thrusting pushing his head all the way to her belly. "Fuck yeah, man!" one of the other thugs said. Stacy could swear the head of the cock was penetrating her womb. Again and again and again..... "We got to bring a fuckin' camera next time!" the third thug laughed. "This bitch is into it!" the other one added. The cock was being slammed into her now. A good, deep, pounding pace had been set up. He was going for it. Stacy knew what he was going to do. She knew she should be yelling at him - at them - to stop. She should be.... Stacy let out a deep, almost animal-like gasp of pleasure..... * The ring sparkled as she looked down and turned it on her finger. Her eyes drifted to her naked pussy lips, the tuft pubic hair above it still trim.... * "FUCK HER!" "...HAAA...! HAA...! HAA...! HAA...!" Stacy gasped as the thug fucking her was gasping as he continued pounding into her. They seemed to find a rhythm together, gasping time as his thick cock pushed it's way deep insid her. A dominating smile was on his face as he looked down at her. She could barely hear the voices of the other thugs now. All she cared about was that fucking wonderful cock slamming into her, stretching her wide open. The black man inside her wasn't stopping. Not now. Nothing she could say to him would stop him from doing what he wanted to her. "GIVE IT TO THE WHITE SLUT!" She could feel the pleasure rising inside her own body. It wanted him so bad. Her pussy wanted him so bad... The muscles were clamped around the thick shaft, pulling him in and not wanting to let go. Wanting to feel very glorious inch of that thick shaft inside her.... "...HAA! HAA! .....YEAHHHHH!" he yelled, slamming into her with one last thrust and Stacy gasped as the head felt like it had hammered it's way back into her belly. No. Into her warm, welcoming womb..... * Stacy gently stroked the lips at the top of her pussy as she sat on the bed. She could almost still feel the hot feeling of that thick cum as it pumped deep into her, filling her up. Then came her own orgasm, an incredible earthquake that rocked through her whole body and left her panting. She'd never felt a climax like it before, even when she had used a vibrator she had found in her mother's room. That was good but this was something else. The mix of orgasm and the warm feeling of all that cum filling her belly..... She lay back and spread her legs. Gently she eased her pussy lips apart and ran a finger up and down the soft, pink fold of sensitive skin..... * "Oh, God! Oh, Gohhhd!" Stacy panted as she felt the orgasm ease down and she felt him pull out. She was still gasping when the second thug knelt between her legs. He slid inside her easily. Her juices and all the cum in there just made it easier for him to enter her. "My turn." he grinned, looking into her eyes as he began fucking immediately. Stacy slapped her hands onto his thrusting ass cheeks. He felt so big inside her. "Oh, God, give it to me!" she panted as his weight lay on her.... * She remembered his voice in her ear. She was just another white slut to him. Another bitch looking for a real man. Her fingers plunged deeper into herself as she remembered his voice. His dirty, abusive, depraved voice..... * "Nice tight cunt...." he told her. Stacy gripped his buttocks as his thrusting was getting faster. "Real fucking tight fuckhole." She gasped as he continued to fuck her. "Won't be so tight when we done, bitch." She pulled her legs up, wanting him inside her even deeper. "You gonna be filled with black baby juice, bitch! Filled right up!" She clung to him, wanting him in all the way. Stacy wanted that big, black cock spreading her pussy good and tight. She wanted to feel his balls against her ass. How long had it been since she felt like this? Had she ever? * "Uuuuuuuhhhhh....." Stacy moaned as she lay back on the bed. Never, was the truth. She'd felt to dirty, so filthy, so fucking alive as those strangers had used her body like they did. Each one staring down at her as they fucked her. Those cocks were so thick and long that she wanted to feel them again, spreading her pussy lips apart then pushing her vaginal walls wide as they told what she was. She wanted to feel that so fucking much.... * "AH! AH! AH!" He slammed every inch he could into her, rearing up and groaning as he came. Stacy cried out as she felt the hot, thick stream of cum filling her belly. She could imagine it mixing, that little eye pumping out the wonderful hot cream "FUCK, YEAAAAAHH....." he roared.... * "AHHH--AAAH!" she gasped as she came on the bed. She could feel it again. Those glorious cocks filling her up with hot, thick cum. Black man's cum. Nigga cum.... * He was out of her with the same speed he'd entered her. "Another win for the black man!" he laughed. Stacy opened her eyes and saw him high-five the third thug who was good and hard and ready. He looked down at her. "Keep `em open, slut." the third thug grinned. "Your turn." Stacy gasped simply as he knelt between her spread thighs..... * Stacy lay there, panting as she felt the final waves of orgasm leave her. She thought of the thick cum inside her and touched her belly. It had felt so good. So raw to do it without protection. Stacy didn't care that she should feel some kind of shame for the orgasm. Those three black thugs had raped her, didn't they? They had taken her. Violated her body. Done something to her she never would have thought of doing. But the truth was also simple. She hadn't stopped them. She hadn't screamed. Hadn't said `no'. Not once. You're turn, she'd told them. She remembered urging them on... ....You're turn. She remembered wrapping herself around each of them.... ....You're turn. She remembered welcoming their cum inside her... ....You're turn. No, not rape. They had taken her, not forced her. There was a difference. They had gang-banged her. Three black strangers had gang-banged the living fuck out of her. They had used her like a slut, and talked to her like she was whore. And she had enjoyed every rough, dirty minute of it! Stacy closed her eyes and could feel them filling her pussy, one after the other, their big, fat cocks stretching it more than she'd ever felt before. Going deeper and stretching her wider. She'd been a slut for three black men she didn't know or would probably would ever meet again. Three black thugs. And she'd LOVED it!!! "Baby!" the voice said. "That's what I call a welcome home!" Stacy opened her eyes and saw her husband of three months standing there. "Ray!" she gasped and closed her legs quickly. "I--" "The trip got cancelled." he explained. "I thought you'd be asleep. This is better than a kiss," Ray grinned as he threw his coat down. He began pulling his clothes off. Stacy realised she wanted to feel something inside her, and smiled as he approached the bed. She parted her legs again. "Come get it, superman." she said..... * Stacy looked at him as he slept. The sex had seemed different. Almost `lacking'. Everything about it seemed to be different. From his size to his thrusting to just the way he behaved. It had gone too quickly as well. It only seemed like moments till she'd felt his cum inside her. Stacy sighed and gently rolled out of the bed. She walked naked down to the kitchen and got herself a drink of juice. Not lacking, she thought. Disappointing. She was married now and that was the way life was. That walk in the park would be her final fling. Stacy would be happy with what she had. Anyway, marriage was about more than just sex. It was about being there with someone. Having someone to talk to. It wasn't simply sex.... * Two weeks later. The park was getting dark as the sun went down. They had seen the lone woman as she walked through the gates of Drummond Park. Another lone white female that might need `protecting' they had thought. If it was one of the hookers who used this place they might get a freebie from her. The three black men kept their distance and followed looking for the right chance. They caught up with her and looked through the bushes as the woman was on her knees, sucking off a man. A black man. They smiled at each other as the little show went on. Then watched as the woman stood up and accompanied the man down the path. "Fuck," one of them muttered. Another shrugged. "Win some, lose some." "...Eh... Excuse me?" The three black men turned in surprise at the female voice. "Wha--" "I seem to be lost. Could you help me?" Stacy Peirce asked with a pretence of innocence as she played with the belt of her overcoat. She was looking them up and down. The three black men looked at her then looked at each other with a grin. "What you looking for, lady?" the middle one asked. "Well, em...." Stacy smiled and opened the coat to reveal her naked, white body. "How about just a damn good fucking from some horny niggas?" She said and watched the three young, black men start to smile at her. Stacy slid the coat off, letting it drop to the ground. For two weeks she couldn't get that night out of her head. Or the disappointment that followed and had been consistent for the time since. She needed to feel satisfied. Ray just wasn't doing it anymore. Besides, it was just sex, she thought as three hard, black dicks were gently eased out in front of her. He was away on another business trip. He'd be gone for a week this time. She had seen him off on the plane so knew it was definite. And, to be honest, something had changed for Stacy now. It was just sex, she told herself again as the three black men eyed her up and down as she stroked her newly shaved pussy. Her body tingled at the thought of those black cocks inside her. Using her. Just random, nameless sex, she thought as she watched those fine looking nigga dicks begin to grow larger.....