Author's Note: This is a fuck story, nothing more nothing less. A kidnapping with a difference - it was inspired by a snippet of fantasy in one of Nancy Friday's books. It has no plot and no character development.

hen Diane came to, she had to resist an immediate urge to scream. She looked around, seeing but not taking anything in, her eyes wild, fighting back tears. Her arms were raised above her head and they hurt. She tried to pull them down but found she couldn't - her wrists were secured to the wall by shackles. She bit her lip to stem the second scream that welled up in her throat. She pulled and tugged frantically but all she succeeded in doing was hurting her wrists. Her head dropped in despair and she saw that her ankles had been secured the same way. She was spreadeagled against a wall unable to move and, what was worse, she was naked.

This time she could not prevent the tears and for several minutes she hung in her chains sobbing uncontrollably. But she was basically a sensible girl. Giving in to despair wouldn't help her. Fighting back the tears she raised her head and began to take note of her surroundings. Okay, she was naked and chained to a wall - what else? The wall was wooden and she was not cold. Good. What else? She looked around more attentively. The room was quite large. It had wood panelled walls which were adorned with hooks and had a variety of strange looking implements either attached to them or next to them. She studied the odd collection of wooden bars and chains and connectors but couldn't fathom out their purpose.

The floor was covered in a deep-pile green carpet. She wiggled her toes and, despite herself, grinned in pleasure - a luxuriously soft deep-pile carpet. At on end of the room was a raised dais - almost like a jumbo king-size bed - with a cover that matched the carpet. She couldn't make out much else for that end of the room was shrouded in darkness.

She turned her head the other way and stifled another scream for, hanging next to her was her brother, head bowed and obviously still unconscious. She craned her neck and made out the form of her mother on the far side of her brother also naked and spreadeagled against the wall. As she looked, her mother raised her head and looked around woozily.

"Mom," she called.

Slowly her mother focussed on her. "Diane!" she cried. "Are you okay? Where are we? What's happened?" She heard panic in her mother's voice.

"It's all right, Mom. I'm here and I'm OK. I don't know where we are. I think we've been kidnapped or something."

"Kidnapped? Oh, my God! Chuck! Chuck? Are you okay, Chuck?"

Her mother was getting hysterical.

"Get a grip, Mom," she snapped. "Chuck's still out for the count. What use would he be anyway?"

Her mother drew a deep, shuddering breath in an attempt to calm herself. "You're right, dear," she said more calmly. "What do we do now?"

"We wait, I suppose. There's not a lot else we can do."

At that moment a door at the far end of the room opened. The doorway was dark and at first Diane couldn't make much out but, as the figure approached the light, she caught her breath. The newcomer was a statuesque black woman in her mid-thirties. She was dressed in a flame-red peignoir trimmed with fur and red, high-heeled mules with red pom-poms. The robe was tightly belted, emphasising her hour-glass figure. As she moved huge, pointed breasts shifted beneath the gauzy material and the cheeks of her bubble butt rolled in wide arcs. A mane of black, glossy hair framed a high-cheeked, full-lipped sensual face with black ringlets. She oozed sex.

She stopped in front of the captives and beamed at them. "Well, I'm glad to see two of you are awake," she said in a low, husky voice.

Diane stared fixedly at the black woman. Little shivers ran up and down her spine. The woman's breasts fascinated her. The woman became aware of her attention and moved closer. Diane was acutely aware of the woman's musky aroma, the heat that seemed to emanate from her - and she couldn't tear hear eyes away form these stupendous breasts.

She felt the woman's carmine-tipped finger under her chin and reluctantly raised her head. The woman beamed at the girl, her teeth flashing white against the dark skin.

"My, you are a pretty little thing, aren't you," she husked. "What's your name?"

Diane swallowed in a suddenly dry throat. "Diane," she whispered.

"Diane. A real pretty name for a real pretty girl. Why," she exclaimed suddenly contrite, "you've been crying."

She put down the bag she'd been carrying and fished out a tissue with which she wiped the tears from Diane's face. Her touch was gentle and Diane again felt little shivers crawl up and down her spine. 'What's happening to me,' she thought wildly. 'I've been drugged!'

"There," the woman said, discarding the tissue. "That's much better. You're much too pretty to have tears. What age are you?"

"S… sixteen," whispered Diane.

"Oh, my. Sweet sixteen."

The woman rolled her eyes in appreciation then stepped back and ran her gaze slowly and deliberately up Diane's slender body from toes to head, a faint smile playing over her full, red lips. Diane became acutely aware of her body splayed out for the woman's attention. Aware that her legs were parted and her breasts were pulled high and taut. A slow flush spread over her face and chest. But somehow she couldn't keep her eyes off the woman's breasts.

"Oh, my," the woman said again. She leaned toward Diane. The top of her peignoir parted and Diane could see an extent of brown cleavage. "You like my breasts, don't you?"

Diane nodded mutely, unable to speak. The woman's breath gusted over her face, sweet and fragrant. She felt a tightness in her chest.

"You'd like to touch them, wouldn't you, honey?" Another nod. "And perhaps you'd like to kiss them? Take my big, black nipples in your mouth and suckle them like a baby? You want to do that, don't you?"

Diane could only nod. Her flush grew deeper and seemed to spread right over her body. She could feel her nipples swell and harden and she was aware of a tingling between her thighs.

The woman sniffed and laughed. "My, my. You're getting hot already." She undid the belt of her peignoir and let it fall open. "There, sweet honey, take a good look."

Diane stared at the huge brown round breasts swaying in front of her, the twin areolae, big as saucers, dancing hypnotically. She couldn't help it. She wanted, no needed, to touch them, to hold them, to kiss them. The woman cupped her mammoth tits in her palms and raised them as if offering them to Diane. She ran her palms over them, caressing them tenderly, then rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, teasing them into erectness. Diane pressed forwards against her bonds, desperate to get at those magnificent, fascinating breasts. Small mewling sound came from her throat.

"I know, honey, I'm beginning to get a mite turned on, too. I think I might just grant your wish."

She bent and retrieved a key from her bag with which she unlocked Diane's bonds. Stiff with being held in the same posture for so long and weak with lust, Diane half fell into the woman's strong arms.

"Hey, steady now." The woman caught up her bag and led the trembling Diane her over to the dais.

"What's going on? What are you doing?" Diane's mother demanded.

The woman swivelled her head to face her. "Shut up, white bitch. I'm going to fuck your pretty, white daughter - and enjoy every minute."

"What? You can't! You mustn't!"

"I said 'shut up', honky bitch," the woman hissed.

Cowed, Diane's mother sank back in her bonds and watched in horror as the black woman hoisted her daughter up onto the dais and straddled her.

The folds of the robe seemed to envelop Diane as the woman knelt over her. Her world was filled with the woman's perfume and musky, animal aroma. The huge breasts swayed pendulously above her face.

"Go on, baby, you know you want to touch them," the woman husked.

Tentatively, Diane raised her hands and touched the brown, velvet skin - warm and softly resilient.

"That's right, baby. Stroke them all over."

Diane ran trembling hands all over the breasts. She hefted them in her palms, feeling the weight of them. Never had she imagined such beautiful, large, pointed breasts.

The woman shifted, bringing one breast over Diane's face. "Take it in both hands and suck my nipple," she commanded.

The woman lowered the breast and obediently Diane opened her mouth. She felt the crinkly nipple push between her lips and instinctively started to suckle. Her hands came up to cup the soft, elastic flesh.

"That's it, baby. Be my baby and suck them hard," the woman cooed.

Dutifully Diane sucked. She could feel the huge, dark nipple begin to swell and stiffen. She clasped the huge mammary and pulled it towards her. Strange sensations flowed through her body - the sort of sensations she got when Bobby, her boyfriend, worked his hand up her jumper and put his hands on her tits, only much more intense.

Above her, the black woman began to breathe heavily. "Yeah. That's it. Now bite, baby child. Squeeze my tit and bite."

Diane began to nibble on the teat, now swollen to the size of a baby's thumb. The woman moaned slightly and lowered her breast, trying to push more of it into Diane's mouth. Suddenly the breast was removed and Diane felt a pang of loss until it was replaced by another. Eagerly she sucked and nibbled this new treat, delighting at the feel of the nipple swelling and stiffening in her mouth. Her hands squeezed and pressed the soft, elastic flesh, the skin velvet soft under her fingers.

The live comforter was removed as the woman knelt up. Diane whimpered and opened her eyes. The woman was smiling down at her; her eyes hooded, her red lips swollen in a sensual pout. Diane's eyes dropped to the stupendous breasts with their saucer-sized areolae and thumb-sized nipples.

"You like my tits?" the woman crooned, hefting them in her hands.

Diane nodded weakly. She couldn't understand why but she lusted after these breasts. She had never looked at another woman before, let alone felt anything like this. She wasn't a dirty lesbian, for heaven's sake. The very idea of making love to another woman disgusted her. And this not just any woman but a black woman at least as old as her mom. So why was she so fascinated by these vast, soft brown globes that swayed hypnotically before her. 'I must still be drugged,' she thought dreamily.

The woman watched silently as these thoughts went through Diane's head. It was almost as if she knew what the teenager was thinking.

"Well, now, honey. What a sweet child you are. You and I are gonna have a whole lot of fun," the woman said in a low, smoky drawl. She leant forward and traced a finger round Diane's jaw. "You've got a mighty pretty face," she husked. "'Sweet sixteen and never been kissed'. I bet you have been kissed. Those lips were just made for kissing. You have been kissed haven't you?" She traced her finger across Diane's lips. Diane shivered.

"Such pretty hair," the woman crooned, letting Diane's soft, blonde hair trickle through her fingers. "So pale, so yellow."

The fingers tracked down Diane's neck to the 'v' of her collarbones. The touch made goosebumps stand out on the girl's skin. The woman tracked her finger slowly down the valley between the teen's breasts. The breath caught in Diane's throat. She could feel her nipples pop. She longed for the fingers to touch her breasts; to take possession of them as she had taken possession of the woman's. With a sly smile on her face the woman let her fingers trail down past Diane's breasts and over the edge of her ribcage. The girl whimpered and wriggled to draw the woman's attention to her breasts. They weren't large but she was proud of their perky firmness and the conical pink areolae. Bobby certainly seemed to like them, he was always begging to see them and touch them.

The finger moved downwards over her flat stomach and circled her navel. The touch was so gentle that Diane's muscles spasmed. Almost stealthily, the fingers moved even lower. 'Oh, my God,' thought Diane in panic, 'she's not going to touch me down THERE?' Nobody except herself had touched the secret place between her thighs. She had made a vow that no-one but her would touch it until she was safely wedded. Now this unknown black woman was about to explore this virgin territory - and she couldn't stop her. Worse, she actually wanted it to happen. She let out a small moan; a mixture of despair and lust.

The bright red fingernails trailed slowly over Diane's belly causing little rivulets of fire to course through her. Involuntarily, she sucked in her belly and parted her slender thighs slightly. The nails tangled with the soft blonde hairs of her mound. She gave a little cry, almost a sob, and tensed her buttocks to present her cunt to the teasing fingers. But instead of, as she expected, moving to the soft lips of her labia, the fingers moved aside. The nails trailed down the silky inner skin of her thighs, scoring more deeply, almost painfully.

"Such a pretty thing," the woman's husky voice said. "And so hot. You like me touching you, don't you? You want me to touch you some more. You want my fingers in your hot little box. Well, you shall have them - and a whole lot more. Oh, I'm going to enjoy taking you, pretty one. And you're going to enjoy being taken."

The words meant nothing to Diane but the tone of voice did. The voice promised her forbidden delights she had never dared contemplate before. Poor Diane didn't know what was happening to her. She was possessed by drug-induced emotions she didn't understand.

The bed shifted as the woman swung one long leg over the girl to kneel astride her. She rested her weight on her hands. The peignoir fell in silky folds enclosing Diane in a warm, musky, silky tent. The huge pointed breasts dangled over her face. The woman started to move, brushing her tits over the girl's face. The big, hard nipples bumped her nose and cheeks and chin. Desperately she tried to capture one of them in her mouth and succeeded in getting in little licks and kisses as the teats passed back and forth.

The woman shifted downwards.

"Lift your tits, honey," the woman ordered.

Mindlessly, Diane cupped her breasts and offered them. The woman dragged her large dark nipples slowly across Diane's pink ones. Both pairs were stiff with desire. The sensation of the hot, hard nipples on hers made Diane tremble. The woman's breath was hot and sweet on her face. The woman planted little kisses all over her face, all the while pressing her heavy breasts against Diane's. The girl squeezed her cunt muscles tightly. There was a fire there that she had never felt before. A fire that could only be quenched by… by… she didn't know what but she wanted it anyway.

The breasts moved lower, brushing her stomach, making her whimper with desire. The woman's head dipped and she sucked one of Diane's breasts deep into her mouth then let it slip slowly out, catching the girl's nipple instantaneously between her teeth. She repeated this on both breasts until the girl felt she could take no more.

Without warning, something inside her snapped. Clutching at the bedcover and arching her back, Diane surrendered to the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. None of the midnight explorations with her fingers had prepared her for this. Her whole body convulsed, her cunt clenched almost painfully and a hot flood surged down her vagina.

The woman knelt up a lustful smile on her face. "That's good, honey. That's a great cum. Cum hard for me."

She swung off Diane and pushed the girl's thighs apart. Holding them stretched wide, she buried her face in the young girl's sopping cunt. Her tongue snaked out and lapped the girl's juices greedily. Her mouth sucked hungrily.

"What? No! You can't!"

Her hands came down to clutch the woman's head but her protests died as the woman's tongue found her clitoris. Instead of pulling the woman's head away, she wound her fingers into the mane of black hair and held the woman tight, lifting her hips off the bed to offer her virgin cunt to the probing mouth.

"Oh! Oh, yes," she gasped as another orgasm shook her.

She fell limply back on the bed. The woman crawled up beside her as she lay, slowly descending from the blissful heights she had been taken to. The woman smiled and stroked her hair.

"I think you enjoyed that, pretty one," the woman husked. "Now give me a kiss."

She lowered her face, smeared with Diane's cum and kissed the girl on the lips. Without thinking, the Diane parted her lips to accept the kiss. She tasted herself on the woman's mouth. She knew what she tasted like for once, when she was just starting out experimenting, she had sucked her fingers clean. Somehow knowing that the woman's lips had only recently been glued against her cunt made it even more exciting. She returned the kiss eagerly, sparring with the woman's probing tongue.

"Honey, it's time you returned the favour," the woman said at last.

"What… what d'you mean?"

"I mean, I've eaten you so you've gotta eat me. Get your pretty blonde head down there pronto." She spread her thighs and pushed Diane's head down towards them.

"But… I've never done that before," Diane quavered.

"Don't you worry none. I'll keep you right. You just get that little pink tongue busy."

The woman drew up her knees and spread them wide apart. The girl wriggled down between the columnar thighs. She had never seen a pussy close up so she studied this one with interest. It was plump and round; the black curly hair neatly trimmed. The outer lips were swollen and stained with sex. The inner lips were large and fleshy, slightly darker than the others. The pussy gave off a heady aroma of musk and sweat. She gave a tentative lick. The taste was at the same time both acrid and sweet. She licked again. The woman murmured and wiggled her hips. Encouraged, she began to lick more earnestly. Her tongue slipped easily between the outer lips. This was obviously the right thing to do for the woman spread her legs even wider and pushed her cunt at her.

She remembered the feeling of the woman's tongue in her cunt and decided she would try the same. She brought her hands up and parted the labia with her fingers. The inside of the woman's cunt was a vivid pink. She found the contrast between that and the dark skin very erotic. She placed her mouth fully over the woman's cunt and stuck her tongue out as far as she could.

"Oh, baby, that's the way," the woman crooned. "Now wiggle that tongue and suck. Just like you were kissing."

Diane did as she was bid. She felt the woman's hands in her hair and the cunt open further as the woman raised her hips rise off the bed. She licked and sucked and poked and probed. A strange sense of power came over her as the woman's excitement rose. It was her, Diane, who was making this woman feel so good. It was her tongue, her mouth that was making this black goddess whimper and moan. The woman's hands in her hair urged her on. She stretched deeper, pushing her tongue as far up the woman's vagina as she could while trying to suck at the same time.

The woman began to work her hips, grinding her cunt against Diane's mouth. The motion was making it difficult for her to keep in position. Suddenly the woman clamped her thighs around Diane's head so tightly she thought her head would burst. A flood of sweet, hot liquid filled her mouth almost choking her. In desperation she swallowed, drinking the woman's cum.

The thighs flew apart and the woman slumped back on the bed. Gratefully, Diane raised her head and drew in great gulping breaths of air.

"Woo hoo," the woman gusted. "For a first timer, honey, you were something else. C'mere."

She half-pulled Diane up until the girl was lying on top of her, pillowed on the stupendous breasts. She looked at the pale-skinned teenager with her dishevelled blonde hair, and her face smeared with cum. She pulled Diane down and kissed her cum-stained lips, clasping her in her arms and hooking her ankles over her legs. The kiss was long and deep. Diane was conscious of her smaller breasts squashed against the woman's large ones. Her nipples seemed to be on fire. Despite having cum recently, she was aware that the fire in her loins had not been extinguished, merely banked. The kiss served to kindle it back to open flame.

The woman rolled Diane off and crawled to the edge of the bed where she fished around in a drawer. Diane lay limply, uncaring that her face was stained with drying cum, her hair was a tousled mess, her sparse, blonde pubic hair was matted with her own cum or that she lay with her legs apart exposing herself languorously for all to see. She turned her head to watch the woman who was kneeling up on the bed. In her hand she held a strange object. It was jet black and seemed to be made of two oddly-shaped tubes of semi-flexible rubber, one of them long and thick and the other shorter and slimmer. The tubes were joined end-to-end with a flat, triangular piece between to which were attached straps. The woman spread her knees and slowly inserted the larger tube into her cunt. There was an expression of intense pleasure on her face. Although the tube was long and thick, the woman seemed to have no difficulty in inserting it. Once it was fully in, the woman tied the straps loosely around her hips and thighs. She turned and knee-walked towards Diane, the thinner rubber tube bouncing up and down.

Suddenly Diane realised what it was. 'Oh, my God, it's a… it's a…' She couldn't even make herself think the word 'cock'. 'Oh, sweet Jesus, she's not going to put it in me, is she?'

But that's exactly what the woman was going to do. Before her fuddled brain could force her languid body to move, the woman had crawled between her legs and was grinning down at her.

"Now I know you ain't had anything like this up your pretty little cunt before," she said. "I'm really going to enjoy taking your cherry."

Supporting her weight on one hand, the woman eased the black prick between Diane's labia. She didn't try to force it any further. Instead, she teased the blonde teen with it, running the tip up and down the length of her slit and gently prodding her clit.

To Diane the sensation was torment. She had always believed that having something hard in her cunt would be sore and unpleasant. But the dildo hovering at the edge of her cunt was driving her wild. The more the woman teased and tantalised the worse it got. Deep inside her was a fire and some basic instinct was telling her that the fire would only be extinguished when she was penetrated, stuffed full of hard cock. She began to whimper and roll her head from side to side. She raised her hips off the bed trying to engage the hard rubber dildo in her vagina. If she could just stretch a little more… But, frustratingly, the woman kept the beautiful hard object just out of reach.

The woman lowered her shoulders and rubbed her huge, hard nipples in a circular motion across Diane's. Every time their nipples touched, little shocks of electricity flew between her nipples and her cunt. She writhed her hips, arching her back off the bed, desperate to feel the black rubber dildo pierce her cunt.

"Do you want something, honey?" The woman's tone was cool and amused.

"Puh… Puh-lease," Diane panted.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want… I want… please do it."

"Do what, baby?"

"Put it in me. Put that thing in me."

"What? This thing?" She gave a couple of jabs with her hips.

"Ohhhh," Diane groaned. "Yes. Please."

"You'll have to tell me what you want me to do. Ask me nicely."

"I am. I'm begging you."

"In nice, simple four-letter words, sweetie."

"What? I don't understand."

"Sure you do. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

A war raged in Diane. Was the woman really wanting her to say the 'f' word? A word she had never uttered in her life? A word she swore she would never say? She was! She couldn't say it. No matter how much she needed to feel the dildo inside her she could never, never, say that word. But the torture went on. The hard tip of the dildo nudged her clitoris sending tingles through her cunt. The erect nipples trailed ribbons of fire across her breasts.

"Oh, God. Oh, no," she groaned. Then, "Pl… pl… please, fuck me. Fuck me!" she screamed, the last vestiges of her respectable self dissipating like wisps of fog before the gale of lust. It was fortunate her mother wasn't there to hear her.

With a smile of triumph, the woman drove her hips forward. It was a powerful stroke. The black dildo sunk into Diane's hot, wet vagina. It met a barrier. It didn't stop. The barrier collapsed and the rubber cock surged through into territory never before invaded by an external object.

The pain of her hymen tearing made Diane scream. She clutched at the woman's arms as if to push her away. The intruder was hard and sore, it stretched her poor vagina painfully as it thrust its way ever inwards. This is what she had imagined sex would be like, why she had never wanted it before.

The dildo was fully embedded. The woman stopped, her belly against Diane's. She stroked the girl's hair and murmured comfortingly, allowing her to become used to the feeling of having a cock in her cunt for the first time.

Diane lay quiescent. The pain began to recede. She was aware of the woman lying on top of her, aware of the rubber dildo in her cunt. It seemed huge. It filled her completely. Now the pain was going away, it didn't feel too bad at all - in fact it felt rather nice. It felt right, somehow, to be filled like this. She opened her eyes to see the woman watching her. She gave a tentative smile.

"You okay, honey?" The voice was soft and gentle.

Diane nodded. "It feels… It feels so big."

The woman smiled. It wasn't really a very large dildo but she knew it must feel very large inside the young girl.

Very slowly, the woman began to withdraw. Diane was overcome with a sudden sense of loss. She wasn't going take it away, was she? She was just becoming used to it. Was that all there was to it?

The woman eased the dildo back in again. Diane drew a long shuddering breath. That felt so good. The woman began to fuck the teen, slowly at first giving her time to get used to the feeling of being screwed. Gradually she began to increase the speed and the power of her strokes, lying on top of the young girl and delighting in the feel of the smaller body responding beneath her. Of course, as one end of the dildo was sliding in and out of the girl's cunt, the other was sliding in and out of the woman's. She liked the sensations of having something large in her cunt. A cock was preferable, but a dildo was good, too - especially when the other end of it was buried in a young, white teenager's snatch. As her ardour rose, she began to stroke more powerfully plunging the dildo deep into the blonde teen. At the end of each stroke, her pelvis met the teen's with a smack making the little nodule on the base of the dildo rub against her clit.

Beneath her, Diane writhed and squirmed as the hard, black rubber cock plunged in and out of her cunt. Never had she felt anything like this. Never could she have imagined anything like this. She was on fire. She felt her whole insides were being moved as if by some giant tide. The dildo filled her but she wanted more. She wanted it deeper, harder. She wanted to feel it fill her body completely. The woman's weight pressing down on her, the huge breasts squashed against her felt strangely liberating. She felt that this was where she was meant to be. She arched her back, urging her partner on with sighs and cries.

The woman smiled as he saw and felt the blonde teen respond to her first fucking. This was one hot little girl and she knew that, now she had awoken the girl's slumbering sexuality, the girl would never be the same again. She would experience an itch that constantly demanded to be scratched: a craving that only hard cocks and tongues and fingers could satisfy. She knew this all too well because she, herself, had the same itch.

Diane exploded inside. She clutched the woman's shoulders, curled her slender legs around the woman's waist and drummed her heels against the woman's meaty bottom as the tides of lust became tidal wave that threatened to overwhelm her senses. Her cry of ecstasy would have raised an erection on a dime-store Indian.

The woman was close but not there yet. She pounded into Diane, working her hips and clenching her buttocks tightly as she used the fat end of the dildo to bring her to her own release.

Finished, the woman levered herself up on her elbows and smiled down at the teenager. Diane was out for the count. Her fine blonde hair spread over the green bedspread in a tangled web, her body sheened in sweat, her mouth settled in a lustful pout. The woman smiled and slowly withdrew. She was satisfied. Oh, she had not cum as hard as she would have liked, but there were other opportunities for that. No, her satisfaction came from having successfully violated this blonde, white, virgin teenager.

She carefully removed the dildo and dropped it on the bed. Then she stood and stretched mightily before pulling a sheet over the sleeping girl.

Diane's mother watched the pair with mounting horror. She had seen all the action; her darling daughter suckling on the huge mammaries, the woman working her way down Diane's slender body and now, Merciful Heavens, the woman was doing unspeakable things between her legs. How could her daughter - so sensible and proper about sex - be allowing this to happen? Not only allowing it but actively participating. Diane's moans and cries of pleasure caused her mother to flush from head to toe. She knew she should look away. She wanted to look away but, somehow, she could not tear her eyes away from the disgusting scene being played out before her.

Worse was to come. After her daughter had obviously cum, she watched in sick fascination as, without to much urging, her daughter dived between the black woman's thighs and began to return the favour. She felt her bile rise as the woman put her hands on Diane's head and urged her on with sighs and cries of pleasure.

"Now there's a hot sight," a voice said beside her.

"What?" she said, swivelling her head to see the intruder. She had been so caught up in the activities on the bed that she hadn't heard anyone enter. A tall, slender black girl was looking at her.

"I said Mom and your daughter are a hot sight."

"It's disgusting," the woman spluttered. "My daughter is a good girl. She wouldn't do such sick, perverted things unless she was forced."

The girl turned to survey the scene on the bed. "Don't look like she's being forced to me," she said coolly. She swung back to face Diane's mother. "Which bit in particular is disgusting? That my mother is black or because she's a woman or because she's fucking your daughter?"

"All of it. It's sick. Filthy. Perverted."

"Oh, really? We'll see about that."

Before Diane's mother could take that in, the black girl had released her from her bonds. Without giving her a chance to recover, the girl had grabbed her by the hair and was dragging her down a corridor.

"On the bed, bitch," the girl commanded, opening a door and pushing the woman roughly inside.

She stumbled across the room and fell on the bed. Her mind refused to take in what was happening to her. The girl grabbed her wrist and pulled her over until she was on her back. To her horror, she felt something circle her wrist and her arm was pulled above her head.

"No. Please," she whimpered.

Her other arm then her legs were treated the same way and she lay, spreadeagled on the bed, her wrists and ankle securely fixed. The only difference between this and her previous situation was that she was now prone.

The girl stood back and surveyed her. Under that appraising stare she felt herself flush. She was aware that her most private parts were vulgarly exposed for inspection.

"Not bad," the girl said. "Not bad for a honky bitch. What's your name?"

She almost refused to answer but realised it would do no good. This vicious girl would not let her away until she had defiled her utterly. "Faith," she muttered.

"Faith? Well I sure hope you got some, girl, 'cos it's going to be plenty tested." The girl grinned insolently. "Now you watch me."

Slowly she began to remove her clothes never taking her eyes off Faith's. The older woman watched in sick fascination as the girl wriggled out of her top. She had no bra and her small, taut breasts sprung back into shape elastically as they pulled free of the garment.

"You like?" the girl grinned, flicking her hands over her breasts and making them bounce. "Sure don't take after Mom, do I?"

She undid the button on her skin-tight jeans and slid the zip slowly down, dipping her hand between her thighs.

"You wanna see my pussy?"

'No!' Faith's mind screamed but she couldn't tear her eyes away.

Slowly, the girl inched the jeans down, rolling her svelte hips as she did. Bending, she pulled them off at the ankles and stood, arms akimbo, clad only in high-cut black lace panties staring defiantly at the blonde woman on the bed.

Faith stared back, taking in the sleek brown body; trim and athletic. She took in the square shoulders, the high, proud breasts, the narrow waist, the gently flaring hips and the long, slim legs. The girl hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the panties and slipped them down over her hips. Between her thighs, her mons was completely bare. Faith stared in mortified fascination. She raised her eyes to the high cheekbones, the hot, brown eyes, the broad, flaring nostrils, the rich, red lips and the thick, black hair. Despite herself, she had to admire the girl's animal good looks. She reminded Faith of a colt she had seen once - beautiful, brown and sleek.

Almost as if she knew what Faith was thinking, the girl smiled. Not a pretty smile - a feral one. Faith looked into her eyes again and shivered. 'Not a colt,' she thought. 'A panther. A she-panther on the hunt.' She began to tremble.

The girl strutted slowly, insolently to the bed and looked down at her victim.

"I wonder if I should whip you first," she said, almost to herself. "Would you like that? To feel the sting of the lash on that fine white skin? Those big, soft, breasts?" Faith's fear must have shown in her eyes for the girl smiled that feral smile again. "No? Perhaps not. Perhaps I should keep that in case you're not a good girl. But you are going to be a good girl, aren't you?"

Mutely Faith nodded. She had no idea what she was to be good at but the thought of being whipped was enough to make her agree to anything the girl suggested.

Without warning the girl jumped on the bed and straddled Faith's head. "Now we'll see how good you really are," she said. "Start licking."

She grabbed Faith's hair and pulled her head up. Faith's mouth was suddenly filled with the girl's sex, her nose pressed tightly against the bald mons. A hot, sweet, musky odour assailed her nostrils making her feel giddy.

"Lick, I told you," the girl demanded, shaking Faith's head.

Faith really had no idea of what to do. She had never experienced cunnilingus, either as giver or taker. She refused to let her husband go down on her. Genitals were dirty. No right-minded person would put their mouth there. Now she was being made to commit the unthinkable on this black girl. She gagged and nearly retched but fear drove her on. 'Lick,' her tormentor had said. Very well, she would lick.

She stuck out a tentative tongue to meet the bald labia. It was not, as she had imagined, an unpleasant sensation. She licked again.

"C'mon, bitch, get stuck in. Or do you need a taste of the whip?" the black girl ordered, grinding her pussy against Faith's face.

Suddenly fearful, Faith began to lick for real. Under her ministrations, the labia parted and her tongue slipped into the wet pink interior. Realising what she was doing, Faith nearly gagged again but fear drove her on.

"That's better. Now find my clit."

Faith at least knew where that was. She searched with her tongue until she found the hooded nub. She was rewarded with a groan from the girl.

"Lick it. Suck it. Bite it."

Frantically, Faith did as she was ordered while the girl rode her face like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. The girl's clit slipped from it's hood and swelled and stiffened. Faith had never seen a clit so she wasn't aware that the girl's was particularly large, swelling to nearly half an inch long.

"Go on. Suck my clit, you white whore," the girl commanded.

Faith took the rubbery thing between her lips. For a fleeting moment she contemplated biting on it hard but the thought of the probable consequences banished the thought almost before it had formed. Instead she worried it between her lips, teased it with her teeth. She was not really sure if this was what she should be doing. Having sex, she couldn't think of it as making love, with another woman was not something that existed in her universe. The girl seemed to like it though, for she cried encouragement, urging Faith not to stop. Her movements grew more frantic, her cunt grinding against Faith's mouth and chin and nose as her passion mounted. Faith hung on to the clitoris grimly - there was little else she could do. Her mouth ached, her neck ached, her head ached. The girl rode her face to a shuddering climax, clutching Faith's hair painfully, clamping Faith's head between her athletic thighs and dribbling hot, sticky fluid into Faith's mouth. Faith was forced to swallow. The fluid burnt its way down her throat. Faith was sure it would poison her and only just managed to prevent herself retching.

At last the girl released her head and rolled off. Drawing racking breaths, Faith burst into tears. Never had she been subject to such humiliation. Other than being forced to eat excrement, she could imagine no dirtier activity than placing her mouth over another's genitals, male or female. Why, if Bill, God rest his soul, had even hinted at such an activity, she would have divorced him for certain.

She became aware of the girl stroking her tangled hair and turned her tear-stained, cum-soaked face.

"Sorry," the girl said. "That was a bit rough but I needed a cum badly. Watching Mom and your daughter was a real turn-on. You thirsty?"

Without waiting for an answer she bounced from the bed and returned with a glass of water. Cradling Faith's head in her arm, she helped her to sip. Faith gave her a small, grateful smile. She was absurdly conscious of the girl's presence, her nudity, the soft touch of her elastic breasts.

"Better?" the girl asked. "Now we'll take it easier and I'll show you how to do it properly."

She swivelled round and swung her leg over Faith's head facing her feet. 'Oh, no,' Faith thought. 'Not again.'

The girl smiled over her shoulder. "You just copy my actions. I'll show you how you really love a woman." Suddenly the girl's head was between Faith's spread thighs and her fingers were at her labia.

She was faced with the sight of the girl's brown cunt and muscular bottom, the brown labia glistened with cum and saliva, the soft inner flesh was a delicate shade of salmon pink. The darker brown, crinkled hole of her anus winked at her. Faith's mind screamed at her, 'No! No! It's wicked. Depraved! You can't do this!' But she had no choice. She was a prisoner and her gaoler seemed determined to drag her down into the pits of corruption in which she so obviously wallowed.

The girl waggled her butt. "Come on. Get busy. Copy me."

She felt the girl's hair brush her thighs then her lips against the soft skin. With a mental sigh, Faith twisted her head, brought her mouth to the velvet brown skin and began to mimic her tormentor. She was acutely aware of the girl's slim brown body above her, of the small, pointed breasts pressing against her stomach, of the slender, taut thighs straddling her head.

The girls kissed and licked Faith's inner thigh, slowly working her way higher. Faith copied her actions, the girl lowering her butt to assist. Slowly and teasingly, the girl moved up Faith's thighs until she was only inches away from Faith's hairy mound. And Faith was hairy. She reluctantly shaved her armpits and legs as it would have been out-of-place not to, but the idea of trimming her bush never even occurred to her. Although her pubic hair was thick, it was fine and blonde and, secretly, Faith was rather proud of it.

The girl circled the outside of Faith's cunt with her tongue. She didn't really like hairy pussies but she liked white bitches too much to let it put her off. She'd shave it off later, if Mom would let her keep this one. She smiled as she felt Faith's tongue circling her smooth, hairless cunt in imitation. Yes, it would be nice to keep this one and train her properly.

Faith copied the girl's actions. She tried to suppress her natural repugnance and do it properly. She was at the mercy of this girl and the thought of what might happen if she didn't please her made her tremble. Actually, if it wasn't for the smell, it wouldn't be too bad. The girl's skin was smooth and soft and the firm muscles beneath made her seem almost like a boy. But the smell… Faith had never liked her feminine odour and kept herself scrupulously clean at all times. How could anyone enjoy kissing such a smelly part of the body?

She felt the girl's tongue circle her vulva. The tongue felt rather nice - all warm and wet. Briefly she wondered if her tongue felt as good to the girl but shied away from the thought. The girl began to lick up and down the length of her slit. Despite herself she had to admit the feeling was nice. She gusted a small sigh then, remembering where she was, applied her own tongue to the brown slit poised above her face. The girl's tongue probed deeper. Faith felt a flush spread across her body. Unaware of what she was doing, she spread her thighs wider.

Suddenly the tongue was withdrawn and the girl's voice said harshly, "Stop dreaming. Get that tongue busy."

Guiltily, Faith returned to her duties, lapping up and down the girl's bald slit. The girl returned her mouth to Faith's cunt. She must have been doing it right for the girl hunched down slightly bringing her open cunt closer to Faith's face. She wondered if someone had turned the heating on for she was beginning to feel decidedly warm.

The girl's tongue explored her secret place and she explored the girl's. The tongue's probed deeper. She started to find the inquisitive tongue felt rather more than quite nice, especially when the girl covered her whole vulva with her mouth and wiggled her tongue in her vagina. Little ripples of pleasure spread through her body. She tried the same on the girl and was rewarded by a distinct wiggle of the hips. 'This isn't bad at all,' she thought dreamily. The girl's moisture didn't taste as bad as it had earlier and even the smell was… well, almost pleasant.

Then the girl found her clitoris. Faith screamed as waves of electric pleasure jolted through her. The girl's lips closed around the sensitive flesh. She couldn't help it. Her hips began to buck as if trying to break free from the delightful torment. Frantically she sought the girl's prominent clitoris and clamped her lips around it. As if they were fighting, the two women jerked and twisted as they sucked and licked and nibbled each other's clits until, almost at the same time, they came, the girl dropping her cunt hard against Faith's mouth and Faith thrusting upward against the girl.

The girl rolled of and knelt up. "Whew. For a beginner you sure can suck pussy," she said in a shaky voice. Faith smiled dreamily, still high.

The bed bounced as the girl reached into the bedside cabinet.

"Here," she said waving something in Faith's face. "Suck this."

Faith had no idea what it was but opened her mouth obediently. A hard, plastic tube was inserted and she closed her lips around it.

"No. Suck it like a cock," the girl said in exasperation. "Don't you know how to suck a cock?"

Faith's eyes flew open. Suck a cock? What an idea. Of course she didn't know how to suck a cock. The girl sighed and began to instruct her on the fine art of cock-sucking.

"Put some effort into it," she growled. "Imagine it's your husband's cock. Imagine how it's going to feel inside your pussy. You want to get him nice and hard for you, don't you."

Faith tried. She really did. But the concept of sucking Bill's cock was just too alien. Of course she knew that some women did it but only whores and other trash. Bill had never asked her. He knew that good, respectable women didn't do that sort of thing.

In the end the girl grew impatient and tore the vibrator from Faith's hands. She twisted the end, filling the quiet of the room with an urgent buzzing. Faith was puzzled. Her perplexity turned to alarm as something hard began to vibrate against her pubic mound and she tensed. The vibrations worked their way under her skin to her clitoris and she relaxed with a soft sigh. Whatever it was this girl was doing, it felt good. The tip of the vibrator moved down gently slipping between the slick lips of her labia. 'Oh, dear God,' she thought, 'She's not going to put that thing inside me?' Panic rose only to be soothed as the vibrator slipped into her vagina and wave after wave of blissful sensation washed through her body.

The black girl worked the vibrator in and out of Faith's cunt, smiling down on her victim as she began to pant and moan. The girl bent and placed her mouth over one of the older woman's nipples. She suckled like a baby, chewing at the pink teat while she twisted and turned the buzzing plastic inside Faith's cunt. The vibrator probed and poked into places Faith never knew existed. It seemed to fill her like Bill's cock never had. She wanted to resist, she really did. It wasn't right that she should feel so much pleasure from a bit of buzzing plastic. Sex was something you did because you had to - and for making babies. It was not for pleasure.

Her body did not seem to be listening. Involuntarily, her hips began to twist and move in time with the girl's thrusts. Her head rolled from side to side and she began to moan.

"You like this don't you?"

Faith opened her eyes to find the girl's face very close.

"No. No," she panted, shaking her head. "It's wrong."

The girl twisted the vibrator viciously. "You can't deny it. Tell me you like it."

"Can't… Mustn't…" Faith gasped, moving her hips faster.

"You can. You must. Tell me," the girl demanded, ramming the hard plastic in and out of Faith's cunt.

"Yes! Yes, I like it," Faith cried, her back arched, her face contorted as the second orgasm of her life rippled through her body.

The girl's smile was one of pure triumph. The truth was that she got almost as big a thrill from forcing some uptight bitch to admit she enjoyed being tied, fucked and humiliated as she did from sex. She wondered if she should summon Cindy but decided the big maid would blow this uptight bitch's mind completely.

Faith opened her eyes but they remained unfocussed.

"I'm going to untie you," the girl announced. "You won't try anything silly, now, will you? You'll be a good girl."

Faith nodded weakly. She felt the girl release her wrists and ankles and groaned as the strained muscles protested. She knew she should do something but was unable to concentrate. Her body still tingled all over from the power of her orgasm. Meekly she let the girl sit her up and spread her legs. She sipped the proffered water gratefully. She was hardly surprised when the girl sat between her spread knees and hooked one leg over and one leg under her own.

"This is nice," the girl crooned, stroking her blonde hair. "I'd like to keep you. Would you like that? Would you like to stay with me? I could tie you up and whip you and make love to you and make you cum. Yes, I'd make you cum again and again. So many times you'll die from pleasure. And I'd train you to make love to me. Oh, yes. You would learn everything about giving me pleasure. I would teach you and train you. You would be mine, all mine."

Faith was appalled. Her mind reeled. She couldn't stay and be tied up and whipped and forced to make love to this girl. Was this to be her fate - a slave to this hard, black girl? No, she'd rather die first. But, deep inside her a little voice suggested that it would be rather nice to be looked after and be pleasured as she had been pleasured today. No more worries, no responsibilities - only pleasing her mistress. She shuddered at the word and pushed the voice away. No, it wasn't right: it wasn't proper.

The girl hitched herself closer. Their breasts were almost touching; Faith's large, soft white ones and the girl's small, firm brown ones. She felt the girl's hands, caressing and fondling. Her touch was gentle but electric. Faith caught her lower lip between her teeth. She could feel her nipples responding to the softly insistent touch. It was such a nice touch, so much nicer than Bill's frantic pawing.

The girl shifted closer. Now their breasts were touching, white against brown. Faith could feel the girl's nipples, hard as nuts and knew the girl could feel hers. She raised her head - and they were kissing. Quite without thought Faith parted her lips and felt the girl's tongue explore her mouth. She began to kiss back. Softly, lovingly, they explored each other's mouths. The girl's arms tightened around her and she put her arms round the slim, young frame and hugged back. Their breasts were squashed tightly together, their bellies touched and their pubic mounds met.

Slowly, subtly, the girl began to move, rubbing herself against Faith. She liked Faith's body; it's softness, the large breasts, the smooth skin. Faith liked the feeling, too. She began to rub back, twisting her shoulders and hips to feel the lithe brown body with its velvet skin shift and slide against hers. She was aware that their genitals were pressed together but, somehow, that only added to the feeling of closeness.

The girl's pubic bone pressed and shifted against hers, pushing against her clitoris. A slow heat spread through her. She kissed the girl harder and the girl responded. Their movements became more pronounced, each trying to rouse themselves and the other; breast to breast, belly to belly, cunt to cunt. She clutched at the girl's shoulders as the girl's fingers raked her back. They were both fighting for breath but unwilling to break the kiss.

The girl broke first, leaning back and supporting herself on her arms as she pushed her open cunt against Faith's. Faith was forced to do the same. The girl's cunt felt like a hungry maw, eager to devour her. And she wanted to be devoured. She wanted, simultaneously, to feel the girl inside her, deep inside her, and to be swallowed by her. She braced her arms and legs and worked her hips, fucking the girl's cunt with her own. She could feel the girl's large clitoris, almost like a miniature penis, bumping and grinding against her own.

She lost all sense of time and place. All she was aware of was the hunger in her cunt and the need to cum. Her partner was forgotten, the girl's only role was to satisfy her growing need. She humped and writhed and twisted, gasping and panting as he excitement rose to a peak she would never have thought possible.

The black girl had been paying attention and was measuring her own rising excitement against Faith's. She saw the white woman was close to cumming and deliberately slowed the pace, grinding her naked cunt against the blonde's with deliberate movements. Faith responded by trying to move harder and faster, but the more she did, the slower the girl moved. Faith was desperate. Why did this girl persist in tormenting her? Why would she not let her cum? 'Please," she begged silently. 'Please let me cum.'

Faith may have believed she hadn't spoken aloud but she had. The girl smiled triumphantly. She had the older woman completely in her power now. It was she who could dictate whether the blonde came or not.

"Please. Please. I need it so bad," Faith whimpered.

The girl felt the familiar rush. She thrust her pelvis out and worked her cunt hard against Faith's. Her oversized clit was pulled this way and that as the two open twats mashed together, sending electric thrills through her body. Faith cried out at this new assault. Her overheated senses reacted swiftly and she found the release she'd been begging for. She arched her back, arms and legs trembling with the strain, and cried aloud as waves of ecstasy flowed through her. The girl's moment came too and, while not as intense as Faith's, left her sated and satisfied.

Spent, the two women collapsed in a tangle of legs. Faith, her senses and sensibilities overloaded from the events of the last hours, promptly fell asleep. The girl lay basking for a while then carefully extricated herself. She stood, looking down at the sleeping, dishevelled, sweaty blonde woman.

"Well," she said softly, "you turned out to be quite a hot bitch after all."

She turned and, still naked, padded out of the room.

Chuck came to groggily. His arms ached and his head throbbed. He tried to lower his arms but couldn't. Muzzily he tried to look up to see what was restraining him. 'What the fuck?' he thought. He couldn't seem to get his brain in gear. He tugged frantically at his restraints, anger overcoming good sense. All he succeeded in doing was making his arms hurt even more. He tried to move his feet and discovered they were restrained too. He looked down at the shackles around his ankles. More straining and tugging only made the pain worse. Red anger surged through him. "Someone's going to pay for this,' he vowed. He glanced down again and this time it registered that he was naked. Anger gave way to fear. What was going on? How had he got here? Where were his mom and sister?

A noise caught his attention. He turned his head to see his sister crouched between the spread legs of a black woman lapping enthusiastically at her cunt. His sister was lying with her legs slightly apart and he could see the red and swollen lips of her cunt. It was obvious she had been well fucked. Her blonde hair was spread across the black woman's thighs and the latter was running her fingers through it as Diane worked her cunt. The black woman was cooing and crooning. It was clear his sister was working well.

Fear was forgotten. Chuck watched in growing fascination as the woman prised his sister from between her thighs and strapped on a dildo. He knew his sister was a virgin, she had often boasted that she would remain that way until she was married. Chuck thought this was a waste. If he'd been dating her, he'd soon have told her to get lost when she didn't come over. Chuck liked sex - as often as possible. He thought of himself as bit of a stud.

He watched with growing lust as the black woman parked herself between his sister's slender thighs and began to tease her with the dildo. When Diane eventually let out her heartfelt plea to be fucked, it was all he could do to prevent himself cumming all over the plush green carpet. Even he had enough wits to realise that this would be a terrible social faux pas. Beads of sweat beaded his body as he fought to control himself while he listened to and watched his sister being fucked for the very first time. Part of him was a bit upset. Deep in one of his innermost fantasies, so deep that he hardly admitted it to himself, was the thought that he could be the one to pop his sister's cherry.

The moans and cries from the bed reached a crescendo then died away. The black woman rose languidly from the bed. He could see her properly for the first time - and what he saw made his already stiff cock even harder. Those tits! Those legs! That ass! He ached to sink his cock into that fat cunt. She stretched and the tits stood out like mountains on her chest. Chuck had a thing about big tits. She looked around casually then paused, as if noticing him for the first time. She cocked her head to one side and ran a startlingly pink tongue over her full lips and strolled towards him arrogantly, sensually, the open peignoir floating around her like a cloud of flame.

"So you're awake," she said in an amused tone. Her gaze dropped to his rigid cock. "And you've been watching, naughty boy. Did you enjoy watching me fuck your little sister? I took her cherry, you know." She wrapped a hot hand round his throbbing shaft and stroked it gently. "That's a silly question, of course you enjoyed it. Did you imagine it was you - you fucking your hot little sister?"

The suddenness of the question made Chuck start. An image of himself lying on his sister with his cock buried in her pussy to the hilt flashed through his mind. His cock jumped.

"I thought you might like the idea," she murmured.

She stroked him idly for a while as if thinking about something else. The odour of aroused woman assailed his nostrils. He gritted his teeth. If she kept this up for much longer he'd cum all over the carpet. Somehow he felt she wouldn't be too impressed with that.

"Much as I like fucking women," she continued, "I really prefer to have a big, hard cock inside me. Do you have a big, hard cock, little boy? Would you like to fuck me with it?"

Chuck was unable to speak. He tried but it came out as a strangled gargle. Would he like to fuck her? Too fucking right he would. She was sex personified - the epitome of woman.

She laughed, a low, throaty chuckle. "Of course you want to fuck me. And your cock is certainly hard. As for size… it's adequate."

She unlocked his shackles and waited until he had massaged some feeling back into his arms and legs.

"Come with me," she said, taking his cock in her hand.

Chuck had little option but would have followed her anyway. He would have walked barefoot over a bed of hot coals for the chance to fuck her. She led him to a bedroom, climbed on the bed and lay, arms and legs wide in invitation. Eagerly he scrambled up beside her, his cock bobbing.

In sudden panic, he wondered if she would want some foreplay. She resolved his dilemma.

"Get up here and get that big cock in my cunt," she said.

No second invitation was required. Like a dog coming to heel, he crawled between her thighs and pushed his cock into her open cunt.

"Take it easy, big boy," she growled. "You fuck me nice or I'll chain you back against that wall."

Desperate as he was, Chuck took the threat seriously. Fighting for control, he eased his cock gently into her. Her previous exertions had made her very slick and he slid easily and smoothly in until he was completely buried inside her. She pulled him down, her huge breasts pillowing his chest.

"That feels good. Now fuck me. Slowly. I want to feel it go in and out."

Fighting for control, Chuck did as he was bid, lifting his hips slowly out then pushing back down. His cock slid in and out like a well-oiled piston. At the bottom he gave an extra little push and heard the woman grunt with pleasure. She seemed in no hurry to get on with it, shifting her hips gently to indicate how she wanted him to move. Chuck tried his best to meet her rhythm. Normally he was not a very attentive lover. He had a good-sized cock and good stamina. These were generally enough to satisfy his usual conquests. But this woman was different. First she had power over him. He didn't doubt for a moment that she would make good her threat if he didn't satisfy her properly but, more than that, he wanted to impress her; show her he really was the man for the task. But he was close to cumming. He closed his eyes and tried to think of non-sexual things as he pistoned in and out of her slick, hot cunt.

The woman smiled to herself. She could see that he was close and was making a serious effort to control himself. That was the trouble with boys - they came too quickly. On the other hand their youth meant they were usually up for it again before too long. It felt good to have a hard young cock inside her, and even better that this white boy genuinely seemed to want to please her.

She shifted her hips, encouraging him to move faster. Yes, that was good. She could really feel him inside her now. She urged him even faster and harder, lifting her hips to meet his downstroke so she could feel his hardness deep inside her. He was sweating hard in an effort not to cum, his teeth bared and her eyes tight shut. She could feel her heat rising.

"Yes, white boy. Fuck me harder. Make me cum," she murmured.

She curled her arms around his back, pulling his hard chest against her breasts. His motion rasped the light hairs on his chest across her stiff nipples. That excited her. She loved the feel of a hairy chest. She worked her hips against his cock, matching his rhythm and compelling him to move faster, fuck her harder. His pubis banged against hers. Each bump squeezed her clitoris and sent little trills of sensation rippling through her body. His cock seemed to swell inside her and she knew she was about to cum.

"Yeah, honey. That's good. You're gonna make me cum," she huffed in his ear. "You gonna cum too? Gonna cum inside me?" For an answer, Chuck could only groan. He was almost over the top: almost to the point where sensation overload would cause him to lose it. But not quite. He felt the woman's cunt contract around his cock. Felt the muscles rippling under her velvet skin of her stomach and knew she was about to cum. His balls contracted. The cum burst out like molten lava. His back arched and every muscle went rigid as, with a groan that was as much of pain as pleasure, he pumped his cum into her eager cunt.

'Shit,' she thought as she felt the first jet, 'this boy can cum.' She wrapped her legs around his waist, dug her heels into his buttocks and held him tightly inside her. She could feel his cock pulse as he pumped his cum into her. This prolonged her own release, or perhaps made her cum a second time. Whatever, it felt good and she held him tightly against her until he had, at last, stopped twitching, which he did long after he had any cum left to give.

They collapsed on the bed. She cradled him, stroking his hair as he fought for breath.

After a time he propped himself up on one elbow and gazed down at her. "I ain't never cum like that before," he murmured, awe in his voice.

"You ain't never had a real woman before," she smiled.

They kissed - a long, lingering, tender kiss. It dawned on Chuck that he was kissing a black woman. He had never been attracted to black girls before. It was nothing racial, they just didn't seem his type. But this woman was different and he realised that he would do practically anything to be fucked like that again. His kiss became more ardent.

The woman pushed him away and made him roll off her. She reached up and pressed a button on the wall above the bed. The movement did interesting things to her breasts and, despite still coming down from the fuck, Chuck licked his lips. A few moments later another black woman entered the room. She was decidedly overweight with heavy, pendulous breasts, wide hips, solid thighs and a rounded belly. On her, though, it looked right. Although she could have been described as fat, it was hard fat. Her skin, darker than the other woman's, was stretched lean and tight across her bulk and reminded Chuck of dark, smooth chocolate ice cream. Perched on her head, almost lost in her thick, black hair and looking slightly ridiculous, was a maid's cap.

She padded over to the bed, smiling broadly, her white teeth a starting contrast to her dark skin. "Did he treat you good?" she asked.

"He certainly did, Cindy," the woman replied with a satisfied sigh. Chuck grinned and wriggled like a cat being petted.

Without preamble, Cindy, climbed onto the bed and began to lick her mistress's cunt. The woman relaxed back with a sigh.

"When you've finished, you can do our young friend, here."

Cindy paused long enough to raise her head and say, "Sure thing," before returning to her task. She took her time. She licked all round the outside of her mistress's cunt, over her pubic mound, the inside of her thighs and even delved into her the crack between her ass cheeks where some of Chuck's cum had dribbled. The woman stretched languidly, splaying her thighs wide to assist the maid in her task. Having thoroughly clean the outside, Cindy turned her attentions to the interior. With long, lazy strokes of her tongue, she lapped at the woman's cunt, sucking up the combined juices with obvious pleasure. The woman's sighs became louder. She covered the tips of her breasts with her hands and squeezed her nipples tightly. The amused thought crossed Chuck's mind that this maid really enjoyed her work.

Eventually the woman pushed her maid away. "Thank you, Cindy. An excellent job, as usual."

"No problem," the maid said licking the last of the cum from her lips.

She turned to Chuck and bent over his soft, sticky cock. He was engulfed by her mouth. Her tongue swirled around, bathing his cock. Her huge, soft breasts pressed against his thigh. As with her mistress, she took her time. It was clear she enjoyed sucking cocks. Holding the tip delicately, she licked up and down the shaft, all round his balls, over his pubic hair and the inside of his thighs. The lazy swipes of her tongue left wet trails across his skin. He found this loving, almost reverential, treatment extremely erotic. His cock began to grow. This seemed to encourage the maid who stopped simply cleaning him and began to deliberately arouse him. She pulled back the loose skin and licked the tip then blew on it as if to dry it then nipped it between her teeth. She sucked him deep in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with the suction. She sucked his balls into her mouth and ran her tongue around them. Before long he was as stiff as a post and groaning in excitement.

At a signal from her mistress, Cindy stopped and sat back on her heels, a look of immense satisfaction on her face.

"Tell you what," the woman said. "You fuck Cindy, here, real good and I'll let you fuck me in the ass." She turned and bent slightly, showing her bubble butt to the youth. Although it was large and round, Chuck had already noticed it was mostly muscle. She twitched her hips seductively, making her rear cheeks quiver enticingly. "You think you can get it up three times."

Chuck's cock, already hard from Cindy's ministrations, became even harder at the thought. Hers was an ass to lust over. "Sure," he said, then with a sly smile, added, "but I might need a bit of help."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I'll need you to suck me."

The woman laughed, making her breasts and ass jiggle. "You will, will you? You're in no position to demand anything." She passed a pink tongue over her red-painted lips. "Still, I like a bit of arrogance in my men. I might just oblige you. But only if you fuck Cindy real good."

"Sure." He looked at the voluptuous black maid who was smiling broadly. "I'll fuck her real good."

Under instruction, Cindy bent over the foot of the bed presenting her large ass to the youth. Normally he did not find large women attractive, especially overweight ones but this big black woman just exuded sex from every pore and he was so possessed by lust that he would have fucked anything.

The maid swivelled round to look at him. "You want to fuck my ass, too?"

"Maybe. After I've fucked your mistress," he replied.

The maid chortled. "You sure found a sassy one this time," she said to her mistress.

Chuck worked a hand between her fat, brown thighs. Her mound was covered with coarse black hair. He found her slit. The outer lips were fat and puffy and his fingers slipped between them easily. He ran his fingers up and down, seeking her clitoris at one end and her vagina at the other. She was wet and ready. A strong, musky aroma assailed his nostrils. She moaned as his probing fingers prodded her clit.

"What are you doing, white boy," the woman asked. She was reclining at the top of the bed, supported by a mound of pillows.

"Just making sure she's good and ready," he replied.

"Oh, I'm ready," the maid gasped, gripping the foot board more tightly. Chuck had just stuffed two fingers into her twat. "Stick that thing in me, now."

Chuck withdrew his fingers and, with his eyes fixed on the woman, slowly licked the maid's juices from them. He didn't particularly like the taste - it was too strong and musky, but the action had the desired effect on the woman. She let her knees fall apart and slipped one hand between her thighs. As Chuck took hold of his cock and slowly eased it into the maid's cunt, she parted her labia with two fingers and showed him the pink interior of her cunt.

For such a large woman, the maid was remarkably tight. Her cunt seemed to suck him in, surrounding him like a hot, wet glove. He tried to keep it slow but Cindy was impatient. She wanted to be fucked. She churned her hips, her cunt gripping his cock intimately. He moaned as the thrills ran through his body. He gripped her broad hips firmly. If a vigorous fuck was what she wanted, that's exactly what she would get. He pulled his cock back then drove it firmly forward. Cindy moaned as he bottomed out and she felt his hips slap against her buttocks, making them quiver like two brown jellies. He drew back and drove home again, gradually building up speed until he was pounding his cock deep into her cunt.

The slap of flesh on flesh was loud in the quiet room as Chuck smacked against Cindy's fleshy buttocks. This was the sort of fucking she enjoyed. She pushed back against his thrusts, bracing herself against the bed end. Her pendulous, dangling breasts swung about wildly with the force of Chuck's thrusts. Her breath came in short, ragged pants.

Up on the bed, the woman had spread her knees wide and had two fingers of one hand jammed up her cunt. Her other hand clutched a breast, squeezing the outsize nipple hard. She was moaning and panting along with Cindy and Chuck.

Chuck felt Cindy begin to twitch and suspected she was almost there. He fucked harder, ramming into her with short, sharp jabs.

"Oh, yes, white boy. I'm cumming," she grunted.

She thrust back at him. Her cunt contracted around his cock, gripping it like a vice. She blew her cheeks out and ground her bottom against him. He felt a sudden wet heat around his cock. This was too much for him. With a groan, he pulled her hard against him and unloaded his cum deep inside her spasming cunt.

"Aw shit," Cindy growled. "I feel you cum."

Chuck collapsed across her broad back, panting hoarsely. Overweight or not, this black woman could fuck.

"Well, Cindy, did he fuck you well?"

"Sure, did," the maid grinned.

She straightened, forcing Chuck to stand and his cock to slip stickily from her cunt. She spread her thighs to show the cum trickling down her legs.

"He sure unloaded a load of cum in me. I think he enjoyed it too."

"I hope he's left some for me. D'you think he deserves his treat?"

Cindy grinned broadly, the white of her teeth contrasting with the darkness of her skin. "I reckon so." She glanced at Chuck who was leaning against the bedpost, still somewhat weak at the knees. "But he might need some encouragement."

The woman laughed. "Let's see what we can do. Hey, white stud boy. Come up here." She patted the bed beside her.

Eagerly, if gingerly, Chuck clamber onto the bed. The maid crawled after. She took his flaccid cock delicately between finger and thumb and began to lick off their combined juices.

"You like that?" the woman murmured.

"Sure," Chuck said, "but I'd rather it was you."

"We'll see," she chuckled.

She urged Cindy to lie flat on the bed, crawled in between her thighs and began to lick the cum from the maid's cunt. Cindy gasped and moaned, obviously enjoying the sensation of her mistress's tongue exploring her cunt. The woman's butt stuck up into the air. Chuck studied her columnar thighs, wide but shapely and her broad hips. Her round butt. Large but tautly muscled, shifted around as she worked on her maid's cunt enthusiastically. Between her thighs, the puffy lips of her labia gaped open showing the glistening pink interior of her cunt. Above, in the deep cleft between her buttocks, winked the crinkled brown hole of her ass. Despite his exertions, Chuck found himself getting aroused at the thought that, very soon, he would be sticking his cock into that dark, tight, brown hole.

The woman lifted her head and twisted round to look at him. "What you waiting for. Get busy." She wiggled her ass to indicate exactly what she meant.

Chuck was startled. He had never been one for muff diving. He considered it… not quite clean. He insisted his girlfriends went down on him but that was different. Still, he wasn't in any position to argue. He scooted round and brought his face close to her cunt. The smell of sex was almost overwhelming. Inadvertently he took a deep breath. He couldn't say he found the smell pleasant but it made his cock twitch. He breathed in again. No, not exactly pleasant, but very exciting.

He stuck out his tongue and licked up the pink gash. The woman's juices were slightly acrid. A hand clamped itself on the back of his head and suddenly his mouth was jammed against her pussy, his nose in the crack of her ass. He gagged, fighting for breath. The woman ground her cunt against his mouth. 'Shit,' he thought. 'The bitch is gonna suffocate me.' There was nothing else for it, he'd better do what she wanted. He began to lick for real, lapping his tongue around inside her sopping pussy. To his surprise he began to enjoy it. Once he'd got used to it, the taste wasn't too bad - not bad at all. He could hear the moans and sighs of the two women and felt he must be doing okay. Perhaps there was something about this cunt-licking after all. He tried to remember what he'd heard about it. The clit, oh yeah. He shifted his attentions to the woman's clit. The hard nub that wasn't too difficult to find. He flicked it with his tongue and was rewarded with a wriggle and a muffled squeal.

Another thought came to him. He shied away from it for a moment but then thought, 'what the hell'. Pulling his head back slightly, he licked up her slit and carried on up the crack between her butt cheeks. She went still for a moment then, when she felt his tongue at her anal hole, reached back and pulled her buttocks apart as if trying to open her sphincter to his tongue.

"Shit, Cindy, he's licking my ass," he heard her cry.

There was a shuffling on the bed which he ignored as he was quite taken with the effect he was having. Hands pulled at his thighs and his cock was suddenly engulfed in a warm, wet mouth. 'Must be Cindy,' he thought. He would rather it had been the woman but then he would have wanted to watch her. Whatever, the mouth was expert and it and the excited wriggling of the butt in his face were serving the purpose of getting him hard again.

"Is he hard yet?" he heard the woman say. "I want that cock in my butt."

Cindy took her mouth away from his cock to reply. "Sure is."

The realisation that he was going to actually be sticking his cock into the hole he was assiduously licking made his cock twitch.

"Seems like he's quite looking forward to it," Cindy said. There was a smile in her voice.

"C'mon lover boy. Get up here and feed me that hard cock," the woman demanded.

Eagerly he scrambled to his knees, his cock bobbing around in front of him. The woman was still kneeling with her face down on the bedcover, her huge breasts squashed beneath her like living pillows, her butt high in the air. He shuffled up behind her. Cindy gripped his cock firmly and, wanking him slowly, pulled the tip towards her mistress's waiting hole.

The tip met the crinkled, brown opening. Eagerly Chuck pushed forward. The woman pushed back. With a grunt and a deep sigh, her sphincter opened and the purple head of his cock popped inside.

"Take it slow," the woman ordered. "I'll tell you when to move."

He restrained his impatience. It was hard as the woman's sphincter gripped his cock so tightly it was almost painful. She continued to push slowly back and he watched in fascination as her butt hole gradually swallowed his cock. She paused for a moment then made him push forward. He put his hands on her buttocks, thrilling at the feel of the firm, elastic flesh. Inch by inch, his cock slid into her ass until, at last, he could feel her bottom pressing against his groin. Her ass was hot. It felt like his cock was in a furnace. The sphincter encircled the base of his cock in a vice-like grip.

"I'm in your ass," he groaned. "Feels so fucking good, baby."

"You like my ass?" she said. She twitched her internal muscles, making him groan again.

"Sure do."

"You wanna fuck it?"

"You better believe."

"Then go ahead but take it slow and easy."

Slowly, carefully, Chuck pulled back. He felt he was trying to extricate himself from molasses so tightly did she grip him. He withdrew until just the glans was embedded in her sphincter then, equally slowly, drove in again. His instinct screamed at him to forget all this shit and start pounding but he knew he daren't blow it so kept his cool. The woman gusted a deep sigh as he bottomed out and his groin once again met her large, round cheeks.

"Hoo, boy," she said. "That's good."

Guided by the woman, Chuck began to fuck her ass, slowly at first, then, as she became used to him inside her, faster and faster. Finally her was pounding into her, his groin bouncing against her meaty bottom, sending ripples through the elastic flesh and pushing her face into the bed covers. Her anal canal was an oven: he could feel the heat flowing in through his cock and spreading through his body. She tightened her muscles around him as he withdrew and relaxed them as he thrust forward. Her anal ring. Like an air-tight seal moved in and out with his cock. It felt she was sucking his dick; sucking his very being out through his dick. He was aware of her fingers at her clit: they tried to capture his balls every time they swung forward at the end of his stroke. His eyes were closed, his face screwed up in concentration as he focussed on the sensations in his cock. 'If all ass-fucking is like this," he thought. 'I want more of it.'

The woman began to dip her back in time with his strokes, making her ass thrust out towards him as he smacked against it. As their bodies met she let out a sound somewhere between a pant and a moan.

"Yeah," she panted. "Gonna cum. Do it harder. Faster."

She humped her ass back at him, urging him on. He gripped her hips tightly and pounded away for all he was worth. He could feel the cum rising in his balls and tried to control it, not wanting to cum until she did. Just as he thought he could keep it in no longer, she began to wriggle her ass, her fingers flashing over her clit. Her anal ring clamped around his cock like a vice. The pressure was so tight he feared his cum wouldn't get through and he would simply explode. But his need was great. His cum forced its way past the restriction and burst into her bowels with the force of a fire hose.

The woman screamed. "Sweet Jesus, yes," she cried.

Chuck held her ass tight against his groin until he had finished twitching then, totally drained and utterly exhausted, he toppled sideways onto the bed and passed out.

The woman gave a moan of disappointment at his abrupt departure until she realised what had happened. Levering herself onto her hands, she turned to see Cindy grinning at her.

"What's so funny?"

"He sure fucked your ass good."

The woman groaned as she knelt upright. Cum dripped from her sphincter onto the bed. "He sure did. He turned out to be better than I thought. I wouldn't mind keeping him."

"No," Cindy grinned more broadly. "Put him back. There's plenty more fish in the sea."

The woman shook her tangled hair out of her eyes. "I guess." She held out a hand. "Help me up. I need to get cleaned up."

The maid helped her groaning mistress to stand on trembling legs and half escorted her, half supported her to the bathroom.

Faith awoke aware that she was far from comfortable. She sat up abruptly, realising she had been sleeping sitting up. How had that happened? The last thing she remembered… she jerked as the memories came flooding back and banged her elbow on the steering wheel. Steering wheel? She looked frantically around, images of where she was now fighting with memories of the previous night. She fought for control, breathing deeply and trying to calm her pounding heart.

She was in her car. Oh, God, had there been an accident and she had been having a terrible nightmare. She didn't seem to be injured. She looked across at her son, slumped against the passenger door, his head tilted slightly back, mouth open and snoring slightly. He didn't seem to be hurt either. Twisting round she saw Diane lying across the back seat sound asleep.

Taking a deep breath to quell the rising panic, she tried to take stock. She wasn't very good in emergencies, she knew. Diane was so much more level headed. Okay, so not an accident. No signs of injury or damage to the car. She looked outside. There was nothing - no houses, no cars, no people. They seemed to be in a wood, at least there were trees all around and on some sort of lane or back road. Where were they? They hadn't been on this road last night when…

The effects of her treatment began to make themselves known. Her pussy ached, her lips felt raw and chapped, her nipples hurt as did her wrists and ankles. She collapsed across the steering wheel and gave free reign to her emotions, sobbing uncontrollably as the memories washed through her of the black woman and her daughter and the terrible degrading things she had been forced to endure. When her tears had eventually run their course, she sat up. Chuck was awake and looking at her with some concern.

"You okay, Mom?"

"Tell me… Tell me it didn't happen," she begged.

A slow, lazy grin spread across his face. "Sure did, Mom."

Colour drained from her face. "You can't… You don't… You mean you enjoyed it?" She practically screeched.

He nodded, blowing air from his cheeks. "Fucking awesome."

She stared at him unbelievingly. Was this really her son? How could he speak like that, think like that? She hid her face in her hands, shaking her head. It was too much to take in.

"What's the problem, Mom?" Chuck wasn't the most sensitive of boys.

"Those horrible, depraved, disgusting things they made us do." Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Yeah," he agreed. "I'm gonna be sore for a week."

"Chuck," Diane's voice came from the back. "Go take a walk."

"What?"

"You heard. Mom and I need to talk. Go take a walk."

Startled at the commanding tone in his sister's voice, Chuck got out. Diane took his place and pulled her mother into a comforting embrace. She sat and stroked her mother's hair, so fine and blonde just like hers, as her mother gave vent to another round of racking sobs.

Eventually Faith's weeping died away to sniffles.

"Oh, Diane, what have they done? What have we done?"

Diane was silent for a moment as if in thought. "Listen Mom. There's no denying things. We were kidnapped. Right?" She could feel her mother nod. "And we were raped." Another nod. She could feel her mother trembling on the verge of another panic attack. She hardened her voice. "But we're not dead. We're not injured. We're sitting safely in our car. We can just start the engine and drive home. Right?" At each statement her mother nodded against her breast.

Faith hauled herself upright and stared into her daughter's eyes as if seeking something she wasn't sure she wanted to find. Diane managed a wan smile, her eyes giving nothing away.

"But, Diane, all these revolting things we were forced to do…"

Her daughter was silent for a moment, feeling the aches and pains from her ravishing. "Mom, we could have been killed, or tortured, or beaten or anything. So they drugged us a bit and forced us to have sex…" she shrugged. "It's just sex. They didn't hurt us. They made sure we got something out of it, too." She stopped and looked at her mother. "I assume you came, had an orgasm? More than one?" Faith felt her face burning in shame but nodded. Diane shrugged. "Then stop and think about it for a moment, Mom, and be grateful that's all they wanted."

Faith gave a few, deep, shuddering breaths and forced herself upright. "I suppose you're right. It could have been much worse." She didn't sound like she really believed it. And yet… the memory of the black girl's tongue in her vagina, of the ecstasy of the vibrator made her clitoris tingle.

Chuck rapped on the window. "You guys about done? It's cold out here."

Faith shook herself out of her reverie and unlocked the door.

Diane turned to her mother. "Look, Mom, take us home. I need a bath; a long, hot bath. And I need food. You do to. Once we're safely home we can talk about it again."

A misty look came into her eyes. 'Yeah. Once we're safely home…' she thought. Despite her aching twat a small but persistent itch somewhere deep inside her was starting to make its presence felt.