The Deep South wasn’t a place they felt comfortable in. Rumours of dead civil rights activists, of the Klu Klux Klan wandering around the state and they were four black brothers travelling to a recording studio on the other side of the state.

It was night. Best time to travel thought George as he watched the headlamps light the way through the small back road. In the back of the van the rest of the band played cards, drinking Buds and chatting away as nervous as George was driving through the lonely night.

A few miles up the road a state police car waited behind a billboard, waiting for a drunk speeding through the night. Inside State Trooper Edmundson sucked on a Macdonald’s shake bored as hell listening to her radio. The trooper was one of the youngest officers on the force. Just twenty-one, her trooper uniform stretched to its limits by her huge 36-inch breasts. She had the body of a model 36-23-35 all packed in 127 pounds. Her light brown hair well kept fell on to her shoulders. Her red lips pouted as she watched the dials, waiting for a victim for her speed trap.

A black van sped past, five miles over the limit. This was her cue; she wanted an excuse to get back to the station. She flicked the switch, the blue light flashed, the siren sounds and the car tore into the night.

“Oh fuck man!” George yelled slamming his fist against the steering wheel, “wouldn’t you fucking believe it.”

Joe looked up from his hand of aces, “That sound doesn’t make me feel good.”

“What can they do?” Eddie threw another dollar into the pile, “what can they do?”

“What? You fucking mad man?” George looked at the side mirror watching the approaching police car, “string your black arse up a tree is what they can do. These people ‘round here do not appreciate the culture or colour of the average black American you stupid assed nigga.”

“Don’t call me a nigga,” Eddie moved over to George, “call me cunt, call me shithead, call me mutha fucker, but don’t call me nigga.”

George started slowing the van down.

“What you doing?” Screamed Wesley.

“I’m stopping what does it look like I’m doing?”

“Shit, you said they’d….”

“If we run, they’re sure to think we’re up to something. This way we get a chance.”

State Trooper Edmundson watched the van come to a halt at the side of the lonely deserted road. She pulled in a couple of feet behind. Reached for her Smokey the Bear hat her dark glasses and torch and stepped out of the car.

George watched the uniformed officer get out of the car, “Why is it?” he asked no one in particular, “that these dumb cops where dark glasses in the middle of the night?”

The uniformed trooper was at the side of the van shining the torch on George, “Evening…” she was about to say sir when she saw the man’s dark complexion, “drivers licence.”

George fumbled in the glove compartment and found his licence, “There ma’am.”

She looked at it then said, “Wait a moment.”

He watched her walk back to the car and talk on her radio. He could now take in her figure, very slim with the most amazing breasts he’d ever seen on a police officer.

“Look at the jugs on that,” George grinned rubbing his crotch, “I haven’t seen tits like that since Vegas.”

In the police car Edmundson checked the registration of the car and did a check on the driver. She also took a small cattle prod she kept on her back seat. Checked the battery was still running. Even though in her heart of hearts she knew she was in no danger she’d be brought up by a father who told her horror stories about black men and even though she didn’t want to admit it, deep down, she was a racist.

“Bounce, bounce, bounce,” George smiled, “Officer Boobies is coming back boys. Best behaviour.”

State Trooper Edmundson handed the driver back his documents; “Open the back of the van.”

George was out in a second standing next to the large breasted officer, he was at least a foot taller than her and as he followed her to the back of the van, he noticed the small metal weapon in her hand.

He opened the van. The State Trooper looked at the other band members.

“Who are they?” she asked.

“In the band, we’re a band,” George explained, “The Tits…I mean Tops. We do…”

“As if I care,” Edmundson shined her light in the van, “you boys comfy back there?”

“Sure is ma’am,” Eddie mocked her.

The light hit his shining black face, he grinned for ear to ear, “Don’t fuck with me,” the young officer said and switched off the light.

“Who said anything about fucking?” Eddie moved forward.

The light glowed on Eddie’s face once more.

Edmundson lifted the cattle prod, “D’you know what this is boy?”

“Boy?”

“I said ‘do you know what this is boy’?”

George stepped in, “Miss this isn’t necessary.”

The prod touched the bottom of George’s chin, “D’you know what this is?” she asked him.

“Fuck this isn’t fucking happening,” Wesley shook his head.

“I know what it is,” whispered George.

“Tell me what it is boy!”

“Ma’am,” Joe now tried, “we don’t want any trouble.”

“To late for that,” Edmundson shoved the metal prod into George’s chin with force, “what is it?”

“A prod. An electric prod,” George gritted his teeth.

“Good boy, it’s used to keep you people in line.”

“You people?” Eddie almost burst, “what this you people shit?”

“Shut it boy!” the trooper didn’t take her eyes off George, “I’ll let it go this time. You’re not from around here. You don’t understand how things are.”

The prod was lowered.

The big boobed bitch attached the prod to her belt, “Now get out of here before I change my mind.”

She started walking back to her car; her frame lit up by the lights of the police car.

George went to close the van door but not before Eddie heard the well-endowed officer say, “Fucking niggers.”

Eddie was out of the van, “Oi bitch!”

Trooper Edmundson swerved around, “You talking to me nigger?”

Eddie shook his head, as he walked forward, “This isn’t the way it should be bitch but you just had to keep on pushing.”

She reached for the prod but Eddie was on her.

In the car headlamps the rest of the men saw Eddie grab the officer by her fat tits and yank her forward so his knee met her crotch. The prod fell from her hands as she tried to crumble on the floor, but Eddie held tightly on to her jugs pulling her back up. He swung her by her tits so she smacked onto the hood of the police car. He jumped on her back, grabbed her Smokey bear hat and slammed her face against the hood a few times then he took her revolver from the holster and threw it into the night.

Now Eddie lay his full body weight on top of Trooper Edmundson, her reached around gripping her uniformed boobs with his huge black hands and squeezed as hard as he could trapping the flesh in a vice like grip. Her dark glasses were broken a fell from her face, as her beautiful features became a picture of pain.

“Don’t ever call me nigga bitch! “ he jerked her tits tearing at them, “you hear me bitch!”

“Oooowwwwwooww!” was all she could say as he ripped at jugs.

Suddenly Eddie pulled her up, pressing her back against his chest, his hands now tight fists around her large tits. He pulled her off the hood of the car, kneed her up the arse, turned her around and threw her back first on to the bonnet.

Trooper Edmundson was in a form of shock, she lay there as Eddie disappeared from view. Two black hands appeared from the dark, ripping open her blouse exposing her white bra. Two sets of black hands now pulled the bra down pulling out her large pink pillows. Fingers flicked her nipples, until they pushed out into the night air. The two sets of hands now held her tits firmly. Something cold touched her left nipple.

George smiled down at her, “D’you know what this is bitch?”

Edmundson’s eyes widened, “Nooooooo!! Please! No!”

Anyone observing from a distance would have seen the sight. Two black men were holding a State Trooper on the bonnet of her car. Another black man held an electric prod on the trooper’s big boobs. Another man watched from a distance.

With a crackle the trooper danced on the car bonnet screaming in agony.

Another crackle as she tried to leap off the car shrieking in pain.

George shocked the officer four more times. A total of two on each nipple and four all over the breasts.

Shaking Edmundson was dragged off the car by her tits and pulled towards the van.

Once she was inside they took it in turns to tit fuck the State Trooper, each in different ways, always suing the cattle prod as a threat if she decided not to comply. George took them first, laying her on her back, grabbing a tit in each hand and fucking her cleavage like a cunt, wrapping her pink flesh around his thick black member. Joe was next straddling her chest, making her squash her pink pillows around his hot cock as he fucked in and out of her slick valley, his prick head buffeting her chin with each stroke. Wesley was a little reluctant but soon got into is as he stood hunched over as Trooper Edmundson on her knees wrapped her knockers around his cock and wanked him off with her bouncing boobs. Eddie was last he made her press her knockers together and he forced his cock between them, his prick disappearing into her tit flesh as he fucked away. She watched his prick appear and disappear into her boobs, her face a mixture of fear and fascination.

Only Wesley had cum on her tits, the others all held back. Time came for a fuck.

Eddie laid on his back with Trooper Edmundson on top of him letting George and Joe provide the movements pushing and pulling her by her breast as they made her fuck Eddie black cock. At one point they repositioned forcing her head down so she could see his fat thick black snake stretching her pussy lips, invading her, his cock pushed right up until his balls scratched her light brown pubes. Eddie swapped places with George and each in turn had a go at stretching the young State Troopers pussy.

As she bounced up and down on Wesley’s cock Eddie decided to feed her his cock. He pulled her head around which still wore the smokey bear hat, he prised open her mouth with his thumb and pushed his cockhead into her mouth, “Bite bitch,” he said, “and we rammed that prod up you.”

She took him in her mouth, “Suck it.”

She started sucking as he started fucking in and out of her pouting red lips.

Wesley came to another climax inside her as Eddie held the trooper head still as he tried to shove his prick down her tight reluctant throat.

One cock was pulled out of her wide-open pussy and Joe positioned himself under her, impaling the white trooper on his huge black prick. George spread her arse cheeks open and introduced her tight anus to his cock. She struggled suddenly, too many things at once, her throat tried to hold back one prick, another fucked her sore pussy and now another tore open her arsehole fucking in and out with no mercy.

Eddie held her head and yanked it back and forth over his prick, she wasn’t deep throating him, but she would.

George and Joe double penetrated the State Trooper with gusto. Fucking as hard as they could, not caring how much it would hurt the bitch.

Wesley stood over Joe, grabbed her pink tits and started fucking them with his diddling prick, trying to bring new life into it. It wasn’t long before he was hard again, fucking her fat pillows with all his might.

Eddie shoved hard and something gave way. His cock slid into Trooper Edmundson’s throat and her convulsing muscles began sucking away at his prickhead.

She was complete, a black cock in every orifice, all fucking away violently. Eddie shoving his cock down her throat, hands on both sides of her head using her throat like another cunt. Joe fucked hard into her pussy as George ploughed her virgin arsehole. Wesley meanwhile used her tits.

For another hour all four took turns with her. Having each whole, stretching her cunt, arse and throat like they’d never been stretched before. Four way fucks for most of the time, she wasn’t given time to rest and they took great delight filling her mouth with their cum. At one stage she was simultaneously sucking two cocks and had two cocks forced into her pussy at the same time.

Her uniform in shreds, her pink pussy bright red, stretched open to the night air, her throat coated with a layer of cum and her arse open wide, they pushed her out the back of the van. As a passing gesture Eddie shoved the electric prod into her well-raped pussy. He made her walk with it inside her back to her car, were the radio was smashed and the tyres slashed. He lay her face down on the bonnet and told her not to move. In a few minutes she heard the van pull away.

It seemed like an age until another car came. Trooper Edmundson just lay there as she heard the car stop.

A door opened, closed, footsteps.

“Thank God,” she breathed pulling the prod from her pussy, “I was attacked by these filthy niggers they…”

She turned to face five angry negro’s who worked on her daddy’s farm.

Old Josh, one of the men gave a toothless grin, “Trooper Edmundson, this just ain’t your day.”

The End