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Halloween Horror
by Black Demon (natas@aloha.net)
***
Mrs. Renfro gets a crash course in interracial
relationships when teenage Terri baby-sits her two
daughters and Terri's black boyfriend comes by. (MF,
teen/adult, nc, intr)
***
Dushawn Davis, a young black stud who prided himself on
his prowess in bed. He especially had a thing for white
pussy... blonde white pussy! He had nailed his fair
share of young white pussy, and his current girlfriend
Terri Martin was a real looker with a sexual appetite
second only to Dushawn's. But Dushawn wasn't the kind
of guy to be satisfied with just one lover, even one as
sexy and accommodating as Terri, so he was always
looking ahead to his next conquest.
Halloween coming up soon, Dushawn's favorite night of
the year. Ever since he was a kid, Halloween was a
night of fun, mischief and unbounded revelry. He and
Terri had plans to attend a Halloween party that
promised to be a 5-star affair. However, when Terri
told him today that they'd have to be a bit late in
attending the party because she had to baby-sit that
night, Dushawn was pissed at first.
Terri tried to reason with Dushawn that they would only
be an hour or so late for the party. He eventually gave
in but not for Terri's reasoning as she had thought.
The fact that Dushawn didn't absolutely insist that his
girlfriend blow off the baby-sitting gig had nothing to
do with being supportive of her argument, it had
everything to do with the fact that Terri would be
baby-sitting Amy Renfro's two preteen children, Kelly
and Kyle.
Terri had been babysitting the Renfro children since
before she had met Dushawn and, unbeknownst to her,
Dushawn had a thing for the lovely Mrs. Amy Renfro.
Ever since the very first night he had dropped Terri
off at the Renfro's to baby-sit, almost two months
earlier, Dushawn had to hide his hard-on whenever he
gazed upon the beautiful young wife and mother.
Mrs. Amy Renfro had always been polite and cordial
towards him but obviously not attracted to or
interested in him in any way. In fact, Dushawn detected
that the beautiful blonde wife and mother was even a
bit repulsed by him.
Rather than being discouraged by that fact, it only
fueled the fire and added to Dushawn's fantasies about
the young beauty. Time and again, Dushawn imagined the
poised and stylish Mrs. Renfro with her long flawless
ivory white legs draped over his shoulders and wrapped
around his back as he pumped and pounded her for all he
was worth. He was sure the blonde beauty's husband
didn't have the kind of equipment he was packing, nor
the stamina and prowess to satisfy her the way he
could.
Even if she was repulsed by him initially, Dushawn knew
he could turn that around soon enough, if only he could
get between those soft white thighs of hers! The fact
that she was married added immeasurably to the thrill
of the conquest, that of plucking some forbidden fruit!
'Damn, what a fuck'n sexy little bitch! Shit, I's jist
gotta find me a way into those tight little panties of
hers! Jeez, bet she'll scream like a banshee if I's
ever git me the chance to stick it to her!' he
concluded.
Having just turned 34 years of age, Amy Renfro had been
married to her husband for ten years now, she had been
glad to have found Terri Martin as a babysitter the
past year. She found Terri very reliable in caring for
the children and they seemed really happy whenever
Terri would baby-sit them.
Amy often hesitated calling Terri to baby-sit the girls
over the past couple of months, ever since she started
going out with that Dushawn Davis. 'Gosh, the way that
teenager eyed me up the last time he dropped Terri off,
I felt like I had just been stripped naked!' she
shivered.
Though still employed as a stewardess with Western Jet,
Amy only had to fly once a month provided she was able
to trade her scheduled flights to others. As most of
her coworkers wanted the hours, it was usually no
problem to find that one day the children's father
would be home and could take care of them while she
flew out on assignment.
Dushawn had taken it upon himself to satisfy his
growing curiosity about the young beauty, stopping over
when Terri babysat the kids. With his girlfriend busy
with the kids down the hall, he had cased out the
Renfro's master bedroom. While Terri ministered to
young Kelly and Kyle, Dushawn had rummaged through the
dresser drawers and closet. He nodded approvingly at
her taste in clothes, thrilling to discover that her
lingerie drawer was brimming with just the kind of
lingerie he preferred.
Rifling through the nightstand, Dushawn found a box of
condoms that fired up his imagination at the prospect
that condoms were the young beauty's only form of birth
control. Apparently, with Mr. Renfro being an airline
pilot and often away from home for extended periods,
condoms became the most practical form of birth control
for the lovely beauty. His head was spinning at the
prospect as he completed his tour of the bedroom, he
then made a quick detour into the adjoining bathroom,
making a bee line to the laundry hamper.
Retrieving a pair of silk lace panties, Dushawn held
them to his nose and inhaled her sweet heady scent. The
panties were a nice little keepsake for him, but they
only served to feed his imagination and determination
to come up with a plan to somehow nail the innocent
young wife.
In the interim, with the children fast asleep, he
managed to finesse Terri into a little role-play,
culminating with him nailing her on Mrs. Renfro's
marital bed as he fantasized it was Mrs. Renfro that he
was fucking. It was a very intense, gratifying fantasy
and fuck to be sure. But it only served to make him
more determined than ever to figure out a way to bring
the fantasy to life.
With Terri's announcement that she had to baby-sit
Kelly and Kyle on Halloween night, Dushawn decided it
was the perfect opportunity to put his plan into
motion. Mrs. Renfro had requested Terri to accompany
her two children treat or treating, then culminate the
evening with a tour of a 'haunted house' at the
community center. Dushawn could only picture the lovely
beauty in his mind again, closing his eyes as his
senses brought back the sweet smell of her soft silk
panties.
According to Terri, Dushawn learned that Mrs. Renfro
had explained that she had to meet with an old friend
who was flying in for a very brief stay. Also that she
would be running a bit too late to take the children
out for treat or treating and to the haunted house but
assured Terri she'd be home early enough that Terri and
Dushawn wouldn't miss the party. Mrs. Renfro expressed
how deeply she appreciated Terri's willingness to
accommodate her last-minute request to baby-sit.
Amy was noticeably taken aback when Terri arrived to
collect the children. Dressed in a low-cut, tight black
dress with patent leather pumps, the blatantly sexual
costume was anything but subtle. As for her dress, it
was quite tasteful for her meeting, in direct contrast
to the babysitter's shameless and blatantly sexual
costume.
Though not approving of the way Terri was dressed to
take the kids out treat or treating, she had no choice
but to lighten up, especially when Terri giggled "Oh,
come on, Mrs. Renfro! I mean, it's Halloween, you know,
the witching hour, right? Anyway, it's for the party
after I finish here."
"I-I suppose!" Amy shrugged. "Yes, of course! I guess
I'm just a little old fashion! Too conservative in my
old age!" she laughed. Then she heard a loud familiar
male voice call out "Trick or treat!" Amy turned to see
Dushawn costumed in a black cape and carrying a scepter
as he added with a wide grin "I'm Satan!" Amy blushed
and playfully feigned in a frightful pretense and
exclaimed loudly "Oh, no, run... it's the Devil himself
and his little scepter!"
Upon saying that last phrase 'and his little scepter'
had Dushawn evil grin to more of a sneering one,
sending a shiver of regret throughout Amy's petite
body. Swallowing nervously, trying to rectify her slip
of the tongue, Amy advised, "Oh, I'm just teasing! You
look perfect for the role of Satan!" Then, thinking
again, Amy hoped that comment wouldn't be taken the
wrong way. Trying desperately to collect her thoughts,
she gathered the children to accompany Terri trick or
treating.
Little Kelly appeared, dressed as an airline attendant,
while Kyle followed a moment later dressed as an
airline pilot. "Not very imaginative, I'm afraid," Mrs.
Renfro grinned. "As you know, their father is an
airline pilot, and I still fly out once a month as a
flight attendant for Western! I guess it is just in
their genes or like to pretend being mommy and daddy!"
she added.
Dushawn smiled, thinking to himself of what the lovely
mother said about genes, if he managed to pull off his
plan tonight then pretty Mrs. Amy Renfro would have a
very different gene pool for her next child... a little
kinky headed black bastard! If he was in fact
successful, Dushawn wondered "If I knock ya up, a baby
boy will take after their daddy, out sniffing fer pussy
as soon as he learns how to crawl! A little girl well,
hmmm, bet she'll be out looking fer a guy with a lotta
dough!"
As Dushawn looked on, he saw Mrs. Renfro check her
watch and reminded Terri about the haunted house at the
community center, assuring her that she should be back
in just a couple of hours. Then she gathered her
children for a snapshot of them in their Halloween
outfits, then set the camera on the counter.
Looking at the camera, Dushawn filed it in the back of
his mind, hoping to add a few more shots to the roll
before the night was over. He also noted that the young
beauty placed a bowl of treats on a stool outside the
front door, for trick or treaters to help themselves,
to which Dushawn shook his head in disbelief. In his
neighborhood, those treats would be gone in one fell
swoop, along with the bowl and the stool.
As Terri and Dushawn escorted the Renfro children on
their rounds, his mind wasn't on trick or treating.
Running a bit later than expected, they finally arrived
at the haunted house and Terri took the children on a
tour while Dushawn surveyed the refreshment line, a
modest selection of cookies and a bowl of punch. As
they were running late, he had told Terri that to save
time he'd get in the long refreshment line and have
some goodies and punch for all of them.
Dushawn sampled the punch that was festive and aptly
labeled as 'The Witch's Brew'. At the punch bowl, he
grabbed four cups of punch and carried them off to the
side to await for Terri and the children to get through
the haunted house. Looking about to be certain no one
was watching, he deftly add a 'roofie' to one and half
a tablet of the drug to two others. With the children
so young and small, he figured that half the dosage
would be more than adequate.
Drinking the punch and eating cookies on the ten minute
walk back to the house made the timing just about
perfect for Dushawn. By the time they returned to the
Renfro house, all three were starting to feel rather
spaced out and disoriented. Arriving at the house, he
observed the beautiful wife and mother getting out of
her car as she had just pulled into the garage. Seeing
her sleek white legs in her heels as she stepped out of
the car, his cock gave a lurch of excitement. With
pretty mother seeing their arrival, Dushawn saw her
smile as she rushed to greet her children.
At that point, Dushawn pretended to be under the
effects as well, shifting from side to side as if he
was woozy. As Mrs. Renfro became rather distraught in
seeing her groggy children, Dushawn helped them inside
to the sofa. With Terri and the children about ready to
doze off on the sofa, the frightened beauty turned to
him and asked what happened. Still pretending to be
wobbly, Dushawn advised "We had some punch and cookies
at the haunted house! I later heard that some one had
dropped something call 'roofies' into the punchbowl! I
don't know what it does to you, but I feel really
tired!"
"Oh, my God! I better call the doctor, get everyone to
the emergency room!" Mrs. Renfro exclaimed as she ran
to the nearby phone on the counter. Once the beauty
rushed pass him, Dushawn smiled and followed her
towards the kitchen. As the beauty turned the cove of
the phone directory where the doctor's number had been
written, Dushawn spotted the camera sitting on the
counter and slipped it into his pocket.
Turning back to the living room, Dushawn saw the
children and Terri all nodding off on the sofa, making
sure the coast was all clear for 'Satan' to make his
move. With Mrs. Renfro bending over a bit, Dushawn
licked his lips as he took in the beautiful sight of
her trim white legs in white heels, all the way up to
her sexy butt. 'Damn, I's wonder if'n she's ever had
her fuck'n butt shagged?' he pondered.
Just as Mrs. Renfro was about to pick up the phone,
Dushawn made his move. Striking quickly with his left
arm wrapped around her, capturing her left arm with his
hand grasping her right arm. At the same instant, his
right hand was clamped over her mouth to keep her from
screaming. Holding the captive beauty in his arms,
placing his face up alongside her ear, he whispered
"Trick or treat, Mrs. Renfro! Since I's ain't got to
treat when's I's come earlier today, guess it means ya
wants Dushawn to's play a trick on ya!"
Dragging the frightened blonde beauty as she tried to
fight him, Dushawn held the pretty little thing firmly
in his grasp as she was no match for his overwhelming
strength. "Little toy scepter, huh, Mrs. Renfro? Let's
go to yer bedroom and I'll unzip my real scepter fer
ya!" he snickered while dragging her down the hallway.
"Gonna show ya a trick, Mrs. Renfro! Gonna shows ya
jist how a little black bastard is made!" he chuckled
in her ear as he pulled her into the master bedroom.
Hearing of the 'trick' that the vile teen wanted to
pull on her, Amy wanted to just die as she realized
that Dushawn intended on raping her... right on the
very bed that she shared with her husband. Having tried
to kick out, dragging her heels as she was pulled down
the hallway, she had lost her heels along the way and
unable to now use them as weapon to kick back at her
assailant.
Struggling with all her might, trying to escape, the
wind was suddenly knocked out of her as she was thrown
upon the king-sized bed with Dushawn's heavy body
falling upon her.
Lying upon the bed, mind racing with fear, she then
realized that this happened to be her worst time of the
month to have intercourse. Amy worried, 'Oh, god, oh my
god no... no! I'll, I'll get pregnant if he does it in
me!' Her fears were well founded as a snickering
Dushawn whispered, "Ya's a real good mommy, Mrs.
Renfro, seeings how well mannered yer children are!
Ya's gonna make a real fine mommy fer the baby I's
gonna fuck up into yer purty little belly!"
As the struggling beauty tried to kick out from under
him, Dushawn just laughed as he rubbed his muscular
black body upon her petite white one. With the bottom
of her dress riding up from the struggle, Dushawn
rotated his hips, grinding his crotch up against her
panty covered one.
"Oh, I's been dreaming of this fer months, ever since
that first time I's seen ya! Ya gonna enjoy it too,
Mrs. Renfro, ya's gonna scream and cream when I's
introduce ya to some black meat!" he taunted.
Hand still covering her mouth, Dushawn whispered "How's
about a kiss to make up fer the way ya put me down
earlier? Huh, Mrs. Renfro?" As she struggled under him
and tried to turn her head, indicating that she would
not cooperate, Dushawn then threatened "Gotta kiss
those beautiful pink lips of yers, Mrs. Renfro! Better
cooperate if'n ya's don't wanna git hurt bad! And
remember, ya've gotta think of yer beautiful children
out there! Don't even think of screaming fer help!"
At the mention of her children, the fear in her eyes
told it all, bringing back the fact that they had been
drugged. "Don't ya worry about them, Mrs. Renfro, I's
only slipped half a 'roofie' into their punch! They be
fine in the morning!"
The mention of her children also served to instill the
fear that her assailant might harm them if she didn't
comply with his demands. With his mouth clamped over
hers as soon as he removed his hand, Amy wanted to bite
and hurt him, but she refrained from doing so at the
thought of his threats and that of her children needing
her. Choking back the sobs as Dushawn's thick tongue
sought entrance into her mouth, Amy struggled as her
hands were drawn up over her head and being secured to
the headboard. Having been in the Renfro's master
bedroom before, noticing the metal bars on the
headboard, Dushawn had come armed with long plastic
ties.
Then the slobbering wet mouth lifted from her lips but
fear prevented her from screaming. "Kiss me bitch, or
else!" came the snarling threat. This time, Amy forced
herself to part her lips as Dushawn kissed her and
wormed his thick tongue into her mouth. Amy felt
violently sick at being forced to kiss this black teen,
shivering with total disgust as he ran his hands over
her body. Hands wandering under her dress, tugging at
her panties, fear coursed through her body upon hearing
the flimsy garment tear.
Opening her eyes as Amy felt the teen lift up from her,
she looked up to see the grinning teen as he dangled
her torn panties before her horrified eyes. Her eyes
widened as the disgusting teen then held the crotch
band up to his nose and inhaled deeply, then he smiled
widely as he rubbed the silky garment about his face.
To her horror, she heard him announce, "Hmmm, swells so
fuck'n sweet! I's jist gotta git me a taste of yer
sweet honey!"
As Deshawn scampered down the bed, the meaning of what
he had just announced was being registered in her
rather innocent and naïve mind. Feeling the teen
pushing her knees apart, she thought 'Oh, God! He can't
mean that! He wouldn't do something as filthy as that!'
Then, with legs forced obscenely apart, Amy moaned,
"Ahhhhhhhh... oh god nooooooooooo!"
Just a moment ago, the teen's mouth that had been
clamped over her pink lips with his thick tongue
flicking about in her mouth. She had managed to endure
that horrid kiss but Amy tossed about the bed wildly as
the teen's mouth was now clamped over her pink slit
with thick tongue flick about in her sex. "Nooooooo
pleassssee noooooooo!" Amy shuddered as the teen ate
her cunt out.
Holding her trim hips steady as the beauty's long silky
blonde hair tossed to and fro across the bed, the well-
experienced Dushawn went in search for her ultra
sensitive clit. Seconds later, with his tongue flicking
at the stiff little bud, he hear the beautiful wife cry
out in ecstasy, "Ohhhhhhh... ahhhhh!" As her body began
convulsing uncontrollably in the throes of a mind-
shattering orgasm, Dushawn feasted on the flow of her
sweet honey. Victory was his as the beauty's soft white
thighs closed around his face as he lapped up her sweet
juices.
Panting, trying to catch her breath as she descended
back down to earth, Dushawn hovered above the beauty
till reality sank back in. Then, tapping her face and
seeing her frightened blue eyes become focused on his
leering face, Dushawn grabbed his cock and rubbed his
bloated cockhead up and down along her slick slit.
"The devil himself with his little black scepter, huh?
The devil hisself has now come to claim his prize, Mrs.
Renfro! But I's got a black scepter far bigger than
what ya's saw earlier, feel it?" he asked, pushing it
up hard against her tight slit.
Feeling the large bulb pressing up against her sex, Amy
realized that it was far larger than her husband's
penis, twice the thickness if not more. "Dushawn,
please, please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made fun of your
costume! Pleaseeeeee don't rape me! Please... its...
you're too big, it won't fit... it won't fit!" she
sobbed and pleaded as the thick cockhead threatened to
'ruin' her forever.
Dushawn just chuckled at the beauty's sobbing plea for
mercy, truly enjoying her dilemma as he continued to
rub his bloated cockhead up and down her wet slit.
Hands grasping her trim hips tightly, ramrod cock at
the ready, then thrust forward with all of his might.
It was pure music to his ears as the beautiful wife and
mother screamed, "Aieeeeeeeee! STOP! STOP! OH PLEEEZE
STOP! It hurts, it hurts so much, PLEEEZEE NO MORE!"
Gripped tightly, like a glove around his cock, Dushawn
felt as if he was being skinned alive in the screaming
beauty's tight sleeve. "Oh, damn, if'n I's didn't know
ya's had two kids, I'd swear ya's as tight as a fuck'n
virgin!" he groaned, steeling himself to keep from
spurting his load prematurely. Regaining his composure,
with the aid of her slick juices now coating his cock,
Dushawn then began pumping slowly so he could work his
foot long dong all the way up into the weeping beauty.
Weeping as the agonizing ordeal continued, stretched as
never before, Amy sobbed, "Please, please, please put a
condom on! Please, I beg you, please don't do this,
please... you... you'll get me pregnant!"
But with the raping spear began to pick up speed, Amy
knew that it was falling on deaf ears, that the devious
teen was hoping to impregnate her with his vile seed.
The thought of bearing this teen rapist's child was
just too horrible to contemplate, shuddering as she
pictured her two beautiful blonde-haired children
alongside a sibling with kinky black hair.
Willing herself not to feel anything, particularly any
pleasure, Amy gritted her teeth as her ultra sensitive
clit was being rubbed on each of her rapist's
backstroke. The unwanted pleasurable feelings had Amy's
hands gripping the top of the plastic tie tightly so as
not to show emotion or response in any manner. Her will
power had her successfully accomplishing this, but only
externally! Internally, Amy was unable to prevent her
cunt muscles from instinctively clenching and
unclenching upon the pleasure-giving shaft.
Dress pushed up even more, up over her breasts to bunch
around her neck, Amy shivered as her lacy white bra was
pushed up next to her dress. With the vile teen now
lathering her nipples with his wet saliva, suckling
upon them, Amy moaned at the combined sensations of the
sucking of her nipples and cock fucking in and out of
her. "Please let it end, please oh god, help MEEEE!"
she prayed as her cunt muscles squeezed tightly upon
the teen.
Feeling the beauty's cunt milking at his pulsating
cock, Dushawn laughed with great pleasure as he
continued fucking in and out of her tight gripping
sleeve. He knew the unwanted pleasure he was giving her
even though she was not showing it externally other
than a slight moan earlier. But her pussy was doing all
the purring necessary at that moment. Faster and faster
he sliced, in and out of her juicy raped slit, he
smiled at seeing her tightly clenched teeth that
indicated she was trying to fight off the building
climax.
With all the experience he had under his belt, Dushawn
stamina and control was far superior than the ordinary
male and he was determined to make this pretty little
bitch soar out of space. Then he broke the bitch as her
heels pushed down onto the mattress to arch her hips up
to meet his thrusting cock. "Slap! Slap! Slap!" were
the sounds produced each time their bodies met along
with the slushing sound of a well-greased piston as his
balls bounced back and forth off of her soft white ass.
Eyes tightly shut, straining against her binding, Amy
fought off the urge to keep from cumming. Desperately
she tried, not wanting to give her teen rapist the
satisfaction of knowing that he had given her an
orgasm. Now it was a combination of pain and pleasure
wracking her body, pain from the teen biting at her
nipples and the exquisite pleasure resulting from
slicing between her legs.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn," she moaned in trying to fight the
urge.
Then the dammed up pleasure building within her
suddenly burst, "hhhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Amy cried
out as her body stiffened and she soared into out of
space in a mind-blowing climax. Hips arched up high as
she creamed as never before, she felt the teen grasping
her ass-cheeks tightly as he buried himself deep within
her. Then she heard Dushawn grunt as his body quivered,
cock suddenly expanding to the bursting point. And
burst it did, flooding her fertile womb with his vile
seed.
Slowly settling back down to earth, realizing what had
just happened to her, Amy was filled with shame and
guilt. Knowing full well that she had never soared so
high in such a mind-blowing manner before, Amy choked
back a sob as she wondered, 'Why? Why.... with this
vile animal? Why? Of all things to happen, when I'm
being... raped!' In all her years of marriage and
enjoyable lovemaking with her husband, never before had
she ever responded in such a manner.
Though she had obviously been forcibly raped by the
brutal teen, the manner in which she had climax had Amy
second guessing herself, as guilty questions suddenly
arose, 'Did you secretly harbor a desire to be raped
that caused such an orgasm? You know that you wondered
about it before but did you secretly want it to happen
to you to be taken by force by a rapist, a black rapist
to be Exact, to see if that myth about black men is
really true?'
Shuddering at the thoughts going through her mind, Amy
now knew one thing for certain, that it was not myth!
The proof was right in the pudding, so to speak, at
that very instant, with Dushawn's big black cock
soaking in her cum filled womb! 'Oh, god, please don't
let me get pregnant! There no way I can give birth to a
black baby and I don't want to have an abortion!' she
prayed.
The minutes seemed like hours to Amy as Dushawn kept
his spent cock within her raped slit. Finally it
slipped out of her and Dushawn lifted his heavy body
from her. Sniffling as she turned to her side and
curled up in a fetal position, tears flowed from her
eyes as she felt the leaking spend ooze out of her,
down the back of her thigh to soak into the bedspread.
'It's over! It's finally over!' Amy told herself,
especially since he had already done his vile thing...
'in her,' and the fact that her husband was totally
spent after any lovemaking session.
Body limp from exhaustion, thighs numb from the obscene
stretching of her cunt muscles, Amy felt the plastic
tie being cut to free her hands at last. 'Oh god, thank
goodness he's not going to leave me like this, all tied
up to the bed!' she sighed. But then, with her bunched
up dress and bra being pulled up over her head and
arms, Amy found her hands being bound to the metal bar
once again.
Pushed over from the fetal position she was in, Amy
found herself basically on all fours at that point with
her face in the pillow. Feeling the rough callused
hands caressing her backside, Amy was filled with fear
and panic, wondering what the vile teen was now
planning. She did not have long to find out what evil
thoughts were running through Dushawn's devious mind as
she was asked "Ever had it up this purty white ass of
yers, Mrs. Renfro?"
"No... he... he can't mean that... no one would do
something like that!" she worried. But as Dushawn
nuzzled the bloated head of his boner up against the
crack of her ass, Amy turned her head back a bit and
sobbed, "Please, oh please, please Dushawn, don't rape
me there! Please, please, I-I've never ever done this
before, I'm a virgin!"
Amy found that her plea for mercy had only inspired the
vile teen more as she heard him whoop in delight as he
exclaimed loudly "Damn, I's can't believe my fuck'n
luck, I's gonna git me a fuck'n cherry white ass!
Better bite down on the pillow as it's gonna hurt like
hell!"
"Aieeeeeee!!" Amy screamed into the pillow that
effectively served to muffle her screams, otherwise
they would have been heard a block away. Gritting her
teeth as the thick cock pushed up into her ass, Amy
wanted to die of humiliation if not for the pain
itself, thinking what an awful way to die in such an
awful manner. The humiliation was even worsened upon
hearing Dushawn's chucking as he taunted "Ever had a
turd as big as this up that purty ass of yers, Mrs.
Renfro?"
Savoring the moment as looked down at the sexy white
body of his latest conquest, Dushawn kept his boner
buried up her tight ass to allow her to get accustomed
to it, he ran his hands up her back. Then back down to
her creamy white ass and down over her soft thighs.
Retracing his way up her back, he then slid his hands
down her waist and moved up to cup her hanging titties.
Dushawn smiled to himself, knowing the humiliation the
raped beauty was feeling as he blatantly began milking
at her udders, chuckling out loud to taunt her with
"Oh, you're a real sweet little bitch, Mrs. Renfro,
jist think, maybe in nine months these babies of yers
will be squirting out milk!" Hearing the sodomized
beauty sob in despair from his taunting had his cock
swelling with pride as he began to ream out her
beautiful white ass.
Sobbing and crying into the pillow, feeling so
debauched, Amy could not believe anyone could be so
cruel and demented as this devil of a black teen
rapist. Shuddering and swallowing deeply, already raped
upon her marital bed, Amy never felt so humiliated her
life as this moment, bound to the bed, forced onto all
fours with Dushawn shoving his massive black cock up
into her rectum. "Stop! Please, please, please, it
hurts!!" she whimpered.
Amy cried out, her rectum splitting in two, with
Dushawn's large hands holding her trim hips firmly in
place, Amy was forced to endure Dushawn's sadistic
savagery as he slammed the full then of his thick cock
up into her.
The initial thought of putting this evil teen behind
bars for the rest of his life began to quickly
dissipate as Amy realized that she have to tell the
jurors every minute detail of her violation. Now with
one of Deshwan's hands alternately milking at each
breast, Amy shivered as she felt his other hand was now
fingering at her raped slit. 'NO, NO, please god, don't
let me feel any pleasure from this vile sex act!' Amy
prayed, then shivered as the teen found her sensitive
clit.
Gritting her teeth as she buried her face into the
pillow, Amy tried not to let out a moan of pleasure,
wanting to deprive the vile teen from knowing that he
was about to succeed in giving her another wild orgasm.
"Nnnnnnnoooooo, ahh god!!!" Amy cried out into the
pillow as her body quivered uncontrollably just as
Dushawn blew his hot creamy balm that helped soothe the
tearing of her rectum.
Having mercifully passed out at the end of her brutal
ass stuffing, Amy blinked her eyes open to see the
triumphant Dushawn guzzling down a can of her husband's
beer that he evidently had gotten from the
refrigerator, all the while wiping his messy manhood
with her dress. Amy cringed upon seeing the filth being
smeared onto the expensive dress that she had been
wearing. Seeing her soiled dress tossed aside onto the
carpet as the grinning teen aimed his fisted cock right
at her.
Once the beer was consumed and empty can set onto the
nightstand, Amy cringed as Deshawn shucked at his
manhood and announced, "Checked on Terri and the kids,
they're all doing just fine, all snoozing, sound
asleep! Now spread those sexy legs of yers again, Mrs.
Renfro cause I's all primed and ready fer another go
round!" Seeing her eyes widen in horror, Dushawn gave
her a sneer "Spread'em, bitch!" as he climbed back onto
the bed.
Shutting her eyes tightly, feeling Dushawn's hands
pushing her knees up and apart, Amy shivered as the
bloated cockhead rubbed up and down her slick crease.
Gritting her teeth as she prepared for the agony to
begin, Amy was totally caught off guard as the thick
shaft easily slipped in this time, now a perfect fit as
if made for one another. Instead of more pain and
agony, the rubbing of her sensitive clit by the
stroking cock caused her trim legs to encircle her teen
rapist as the copulation taking place was like that of
a well-oiled machine.
Her cunt muscles squeezing upon the pleasure giving
shaft, clenching and unclenching as it sliced in and
out of her well-greased slit, Amy's body reacted
instinctively as she began humping up and down to meet
Dushawn stroke for stroke. "Oooh, oh, ohhhhhh!" Amy
moaned as she shivered with pleasure. With the coupling
being a precision fuck in unison, for the very first
time ever the Renfro's marital bed went, 'Thump! Thump!
Thump! Thump!' against the bedroom wall.
Soaring off into out of space, losing all sense of
reasoning left her, the only thing of importance at
that moment that now matter ecstatic pleasure emanating
from between her widespread legs. Closer and closer Amy
came to another mind-blowing climax, then it struck,
aided by that the burst of hot rocket fuel of male cum
to send her in oblivion.
"Oh god YESSS!!" Amy screeched in abandonment as
everything seemed to burst within her, causing her to
blackout from the exhaustive journey as she began to
descend back down to earth.
Nearly an hour later, awakening at the sound of the
shower, Amy found herself still bound to the bed and
realized that it was not a nightmare that had occurred
that evening. As the shower was turned off, Amy then
heard the unmistakable sounds of Dushawn singing to
some rap music. Eyes focused towards the bathroom, Amy
shivered as her teen rapist appeared while toweling
himself off, her eyes taking in the long black cock
dangling from between his legs.
Seeing the lovely wife awake and staring at his
manhood, Dushawn smiled and gave her a twitch of his
cock, causing her eyes to widen at the sight. "Ah,
sleeping beauty has finally awoken!" Dushawn advised as
approached the bed up alongside her head. "Didn't want
to leave without getting a goodbye kiss from ya! Didn't
want to be's a rude guest, now would I, Mrs. Renfro! A
goodbye kiss and I'll be on my way!" he advised.
Wanting her vile rapist to leave right away, Amy
resigned herself to give in to his request for a kiss,
a small price to pay at this point if it meant him
leaving her home. Closing her eyes, Amy then parted her
lips slightly, shuddering at the thought of his thick
tongue invading her mouth once again for another of his
deep passionate kisses. But seconds later, it was not
Dushawn lips pressing against hers, nor was it his
tongue invading her mouth, it was his big black cock!
Then came the snap of a camera accompanied by a bright
flash capturing the horrific scene taking place on her
marital bed.
Trying desperately to turn away, to take her mouth off
the vile cock, Amy found more and more of it being
forced into her mouth as Dushawn entwined his fingers
tightly in her long hair and held her head steady.
Having thought she had already suffered all the
indignities possible, Amy realized just how wrong she
was as the demented youth was forcing his bloated man
down into her constricting throat. Looking at him for
some mercy, the look of sheer lust on the teen's face
told her none would be coming.
Never having performed this vile sex act before, not
even for her husband, Amy wanted to die from shame and
embarrassment. As the teen began to literally fuck her
face, Amy knew that the demented teen was bent on
'doing his thing' right in her mouth. The very thought
of her rapist spewing his filthy mucous in her mouth
had her stomach churning in revulsion.
Looking down at the beauty's horrified eyes as he sawed
in and out of her mouth, Dushawn taunted "Like the
taste of my chocolate popsicle, Mrs. Renfro? I's
showered an gave it a good scrubb'n, as I's jist knows
a prim and proper woman like ya wouldn't want to suck
on a dirty cock!"
Holding her head steady with his cock at the back of
her throat, Dushawn leaned forward as he intended on
seeing how far down her throat he could go. Seeing her
shudder suddenly, followed by her eyes rolling, Dushawn
realized that she could not breathe around him and then
himself back out.
As she was finally able to inhale the life giving air,
Dushawn then had the lovely wife choking on the jizz
blasting out of his ejaculating cock. After the first
big blast into her mouth, Dushawn quickly pulled out of
her lips and let his spurting hose spew wildly about
her beautiful face and hair. "Ah, yer so beautiful,
Mrs. Renfro! Ya don't need to git them expensive
facials to keep yer skin soft and creamy not when
Dushawn's happy to do it fer ya fer free!" he laughed.
Lying on her side Amy felt the bedspread being pulled
from under her and then she was upon the sheets. As
Dushawn slipped into bed behind her and pulled up the
covers, Amy was distraught at the thought that he now
intended on staying for the remainder of the night.
With his body pressed up against her, hand caressing
her ass, Amy heard him whisper, "Ya's one fine piece of
ass, Mrs. Renfro! So what, Mrs. Renfro, ya think our
breeding session was successful? Well, guess we's gonna
find out in about six weeks, huh?"
"Now I'm going to collect Terri and let her sleep it
off at my place! She knows nothing about our little fun
in the sack so ya's had better not stop call'n on her
to baby-sit cause she needs the money! Ya stop calling
her, then we's gonna have to git together again to talk
things over! Maybe next time I's play Santa Claus, only
I ain't gonna hide my present fer ya under the
Christmas tree, cause I's hiding it right under that
sweet sugar bush of yers!" Dushawn advised as he
slipped out of bed. "Oh, I's already put blankets on
the kids so's they won't catch cold!" he added.
The next morning, awakening to the sound of her
children's voices at the approached her bedroom, Amy
was in a panic as she found herself still bound to the
bed. Then, upon realizing that Dushawn had earlier
pulled the bedspread from under her prone body and
using it to cover her raped body before leaving, Amy
was able to breathe a sigh of relief. With the pillow
hiding that binding of her wrists, she hoped that her
children would not notice anything out of the ordinary.
Amy then observed her children still garbed in their
Halloween outfits as they came rushing into her
bedroom. Amy then shivered in panic as each of them
held up one of her heels that she had lost during the
struggle down the hallway. Her daughter then advised
"Mommy was naughty last night! You always scold us for
not putting our shoes away and you left yours lying in
the hallway!" Then her young son chirped "And you
didn't hang up your clothes either cause they're thrown
all over the floor!"
Her daughter then pointed towards her face and
laughingly advised "Mommy, you've got a milk mustache
just like Kyle gets when he drinks his milk!" "Did you
have milk last night, Mommy?" Kyle asked. Turning her
face to rub her upper lip against her arm, Amy then
shuddered upon seeing the transfer of a lot of small
dried flakes, evidence that she indeed had a drink of
milk the night before, milk straight out of Dushawn's
churning balls.
Nervously addressing her daughter, Amy asked "Honey,
can you go and get the pair of scissors from the top of
my dresser and bring it here!" As her daughter brought
it to the bed, Amy then instructed her daughter to put
it next to her near the pillow. She then advised "Thank
you sweetie! Now why don't you and your brother go out
to the den and watch some cartoons! Mommy will be up
soon to make you breakfast!"
End
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