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THE DREAMBOYS (interracial)
« on: May 10, 2022, 05:25:40 AM »
Warning! You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non consensual sex. If you do not like such stories, please leave now. We don't advocate rape or non-consensual sex. This is only a work of literary fiction, and if you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. These fantasies are permitted, so long as real people are not hurt, in the interest of furthering artistic and educational discussion.

All characters featured in this story are at least 18 years old; the words "teenage", "teen girl/boy", "college girl/boy" and “youth” refer ONLY to girls and young men of 18 or 19 years of age.


Note: I will most definitely write a consensual version. The blonde cheerleader is so adorable!

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The Dreamboys

After five years of owning it, my Buick Riviera 1953 was still working just as fine as when I bought it new from the dealer in Montreal. I was presently on vacation from my desk job, hitting the road somewhere in Kentucky, on my way to a friend of mine, a fellow weightlifter who had his home and training camp in Georgia. He wasn't just any weightlifter, he was the heavyweight olympic champion of Melbourne!

I competed too, but finished way down, 11th in the heavyweights, which included all lifters 200 lbs and up; I was happy with my experience all the same.

I loved driving in the open country. I was making a nice detour, as I had always wanted to visit Kentucky and Tennessee. After Cincinnati, I had taken the I-27 Highway and passed through Paris—not the one with the Eiffel Tower—on the way to Winchester.

The A.M. radio station was a fine one. They didn't bother with rock'n'roll, which was music for kiddies. They featured the sexy female voices I had loved all through my teenage years. I listened to Jo Stafford rejoicing about the Shrimp Boats returning (https://youtu.be/6RUxgfmz03I) and possibly some well-endowed fisherman who was going to fuck her hard. Then I recognized Betty Hutton's warm voice... Yes! She was singing one of my favorites—Hit The Road To Dreamland (https://youtu.be/wAvOiM-Lqg4); this was from two years before, the year I competed in Melbourne, Australia.

I had just driven past Clay City, now approaching the Natural Bridge State Park, heading East under a darkening twilight sky. I was looking for a motel where to turn in for the night, when I spotted a roadside diner with a surprising number of parked cars on the gravel in front of it; this was quite unusual for such a small diner in the back country; it didn't even sell gas.

Since I was starving and the gas station owner from two miles before had highly recommended the place, I pulled in. Two signs said “OPEN” and “WELCOME AT HARVEY’S!” A third, smaller sign said “DINING ROOM, WHITES ONLY”.

When I walked through the door, I was hit in the face with this youngster's nonsense music, this accursed rock'n'roll that teenagers were so crazy about.

The place was filled with ten or twelve youths and girls. They were all between 18 and 20 years old, a fact that Harvey, the diner owner confirmed to me by explaining that most of them attended college or worked a day job. They had gone to the same highschool, and this was Betty's birthday party, which they had every year. A few of them had just graduated from highschool. The folks who had supper with them were gone, and now she was having fun with her best friends.

As he said "Betty's birthday", the slightly overweight middle-aged man pointed at a cute brunette who was dancing by the Juke-Box along with two college boys wearing khaki trousers and a white sport coat. In the tune blasting out of the Juke-Box, Elvis Presley was asking his belle to let him be her Teddy Bear—https://youtu.be/RF6zpWgc-L4.

I didn't like that music very much, but I had to admit it; this singer had a very unique voice! I sat in a far corner and ordered my food, a hamburger, French fries with a Pepsi "on the house" as the owner put it while once more apologizing for this noisy inconvenience.

Well, there was some definite charm in this inconvenience! The girls were not too shabby! I discreetly took a look and quickly concluded that these teen girls were fine specimens of Kentucky Love.

I noticed three spicy brunettes, all of whom wearing the proverbial long wide skirt with the hem just high enough to display their pale lower legs as they danced in their equally proverbial saddle shoes and white socks. They wore a green sweater with a large white “K” letter adorning their breast shapes.

Two of them were petite, standing not more than 5'2". The other one was Betty, a tall leggy beauty with shoulder-length raven hair, standing perhaps 5'8" and looking remarkably like singer Betty Clooney, the sister of Hollywood-famous Rosemary. One look at her pretty face told me this must have been her 19th birthday at the most.

"Fine girl, made in Kentucky with the stamp of approval given in July 1940!" jested a nerdy-looking blonde wearing glasses. All right, then she was 18. The day had been warm, but this chill-air night could turn out hot! This blonde kept looking at me from time to time!

I could make out all her perky assets with my experienced eyes, seeing all I needed to see through her cheerleader’s outfit—long skirt, saddle shoes, white socks, and a long-sleeve green shirt with a white collar and a big white "K" letter displayed over a gold loudspeaker.

"Hey young lady! What does this K stand for? I'm not from around here; just curious!" I asked her as she passed by my table, finding this lead to start a conversation. Gee, I loved the way her breast shapes stood high on her lovely chest!

"Hey man! The lady's with me! Take a walk!" The accompanying guy didn't take my question too kindly. I immediately got up, all six feet of me, and took off my sports jacket, displaying my green polo shirt, X-Large and stretched by the massive muscles forged through many years of being an olympic weightlifter.

"Well, Sir... Uh... Sorry. I mean uh... She's my younger sis, only 18, and I'm kinda protective with her. You know how it is!"
"Don't mention it, sonny! A propos, my name is Willy." I said, standing tall and offering my hand.
"I'm Steve!" the youth said as we shook hands. I squeezed just enough to give him a taste of my raw power without being rude.

"The K letter stands for Klay City High Team!" said Steve's sister, the nerdy-looking blonde with a lovely soprano voice, and smiling at me with her dreamy eyes under glasses that made her face look even more delicate. She was very pretty!

At this moment, the Juke-Box started playing a romantic slow, and I did the natural thing to do. I asked her for this dance. She beamed at me, and moments later, I was holding her little hand in mine and my head was resting on top of her beautiful head of long hair, my nostrils filled with her wonderful girly perfume atop a shadowy cascade of gold threads under the room's dim lights, while the too-short song from the Tune Weavers played... (https://youtu.be/lfy18ynhWNU)

“What’s your name, pretty girl?" I whispered to my belle, as I led her in our smooth dance, feeling her firm breasts against my torso.
"Shhhh... No names, Mister! Please, it's so sweet being with you as a stranger..." she whispered back, her breath going heavier. Then, this rather short woman propped herself up on her toes and started kissing me. I stooped down a little to accommodate her. Our tongues met.

I vaguely noticed the others. Steve, her elder brother, was leaning back against the front counter while looking at the one girl who hadn't been asked to dance; she was fidgeting with her empty Pepsi glass while four other couples were softly dancing and leaning against one another, perhaps kissing and making out.

"You're tall! I like tall, well-built men!..." she whispered again, while covering my cheeks with her lipstick and quietly leading me in the most shadowy corner of the room, her hand guiding mine toward one of her breasts.

Suddenly the owner barked at someone...

"Hey you! Can't you read the sign? We don't serve your kind here! Now go away before I call..."

The lights were brutally turned on as the music died. A tall, giant black man stood at the front door. He was so large that he'd make me look small next to him, and I stood 6'1" with a 230-pound frame.

"DON'T GO FOR YOUR GUN, SIR!" he added, pointing a large revolver at Harvey while many cronies, all colored men, passed the door on either sides of him. Some of them had a gun too. The last man inside the diner closed the door behind him. Then I noticed that all of them, except their leader, sported a black coat with its right upper side adorned with white letters that said "DREAMBOYS". Most also wore a fedora or trilby had. They were in their twenties or thirties. There were twelve to fifteen of them!

The 6'6" tall leader pointed his revolver at the eleven youths and girls, who looked at all these black men whose ominous presence, vibe and scent now filled the entire room.

"ALL RIGHT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... PUT YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" he barked.
"AND YOU SIR,” he yelled at Harvey, “STEP OUT FROM BEHIND YOUR COUNTER AND COME JOIN THE OTHERS! YEP. THAT'S IT! NOW STAND IN LINE WITH YOUR HANDS UP. SEE? IT'S NOT HARD TO BE OBEDIENT, LIKE YOU WHITE FOLKS ALWAYS EXPECT US TO BE!"

"YOU... YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS! NOW TAKE THE MONEY AND RUN! AND GOOD LUCK WITH MAKING IT OUT OF KENTUCKY ALIVE!" the owner shouted, anger and frustration thick in his voice.

"OH... YOU'RE MISTAKEN SIR! WE'RE NOT HERE FOR MONEY! WE'RE HERE FOR, SOMETHING ELSE...” The girls all started screaming as they felt the leader’s gaze on them while all these black men were eye-raping them!

The leader raised his ominous revolver and ordered the girls to “shut the fuck up or I’ll blow a hole in you!” and added “One step forward and you’re dead!” for the angry youths. He resumed speaking...

“CALL IT REVENGE! SOME OF US FOUGHT THE WAR IN KOREA AND IN EUROPE OR THE PACIFIC, DEFENDING OUR COUNTRY JUST THE SAME AS YOU DID, AND YOU WOULDN’T EVEN SERVE US FOOD IN YOUR FILTHY DINER!"

Turning at his men, the giant leader gave sharp orders...
"ALL RIGHT! TIE UP THESE BOYS AND MAKE SURE THEY AIN'T GOING NOWHERE!"

As five black men, one for each white boy, were tying up their hands behind their back and their ankles together with solid ropes they had brought with them, the girls started screaming again, at the top of their lungs in shrill notes of despair. They knew what was coming next.

"SHUT UP, YANKEE GIRLS! SHUT UP OR I'LL SHOOT YOUR LOVERBOYS LIKE DOGS!"

The six white girls hugged each other and tried to comfort one another amid their uncontrolled sobs and wails. They had been having a birthday party, and all of a sudden they were living a very bad dream!

I took a step toward the nerdy-looking blonde I had just been dancing with.

"STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE, BIG MAN!" the leader predictably barked at me. I looked straight at him and into the barrel of his revolver, which looked like a .44 Magnum.

"Hey! I know this daddy-o! Down in our gym in Philly, we have a poster with him on it! He can press 300 pounds overhead!"
"297 pounds and a half, actually." I corrected, forgetting where I was for one moment, and shocked at being recognized. No one gave two cents for weightlifters and we always remained incognito in public.

The man who had spoken was about my height, and his leather jacket looked about my size. He was a fellow lifter all right. I saw him speaking low to his leader.

"Vernon says he saw you giving a rough shake to two men who had been beating up one negro boy. He says we should give you a favor!"

As he finished this sentence, the leader looked at the tied-up boys and the equally tied-up owner, satisfied they were all powerless...

"HEY, YOU! TURN DOWN THOSE LIGHTS DIM AND PLAY THE JUKE-BOX!... AND YOU, YOU AND YOU, USE SOME TOWELS TO GAG THESE WHITE GOLDEN BOYS! I DON’T WANT THEM TO GET TOO NOISY! THIS TIME WE'LL HAVE PROPER MUSIC!"

He was promptly obeyed. Within five seconds, the lights were dim again and the Juke-Box was playing; this time it was Fats Domino singing "When My Dreamboat Comes Home”—https://youtu.be/uoVvvV5nfbM.

"NOW, THAT'S BETTER! AND FLIP THAT SIGN ON THE DOOR! THIS PLACE IS CLOSED!"

Then the leader spoke to me while Fats Domino sang...
"WE'RE THE DREAMBOYS! WHO WE ARE IS A LITTLE COMPLICATED. WHAT WE ARE IS SIMPLER! WE'RE THE POLAR OPPOSITE OF THE KU KLUX KLAN! NOW WE'LL DO YOU A BIG FAVOR! WE'LL LET YOU PARTAKE WITH US AS WE HAVE SOME FUN WITH THEIR GIRLS!"

As the leader said this, all the girls shrieked and wailed in sheer panic! I looked at the nerdy blonde in her cheerleading outfit and felt unspeakably sorry for her. I also felt an all-powerful erection that started to push the front of my trousers. I knew I actually wanted to see her gang-raped by these colored men!

"... WELL, WHAT DO YOU SAY SIR? ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS SWITCHING CAMPS! WHAT DO YOU SAY? PICK YOUR SIDE! IT'S THIS OR GETTING TIED UP LIKE THE REST OF THEM DOGS!"

I looked at the black crony who stood next to me, ropes in his hands, and I took another look at the girls, especially my ex-dance partner. I had to decide which camp I was in. Now!

"WELL?! WE DON'T HAVE ALL NIGHT! THEIR FOLKS ARE GOING TO START LOOKING FOR THEM IF THEY'RE NOT BACK HOME BY 1 O'CLOCK! I RECON WE HAVE ABOUT THREE HOURS OF FUN AHEAD OF US!"

"I... I'LL PARTAKE!"

"NOOOOO!!! YOU DIRTY BASTARD!... ... HEY YOU! GET YOUR FILTHY NEGRO HANDS OFF ME!!! LET ME GO, SCUM!!! LET ME GO!!!" cried my glasses-wearing ex-belle as two grinning black men grabbed her arms. Then she started screaming in shrill panicky notes as they began groping her breasts and her rear end.

"REALLY FINE KENTUCKY STOCK, BOSS!" one of the negroes said, smiling a mile wild. In the meantime, one of the gang members—the one who had recognized me—searched me for concealed weapons, apologizing and telling me they couldn't make any exceptions when it came to safety. He chuckled when he noticed the bulge where my raging erection was pushing my trousers.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! PLEASE!!! DON'T!!!!"
"STOP THIS!!! YOU CAN'T!!! I'M A COLLEGE GIRL! MY FATHER'S A SHERIFF DEPUTY!... YOU CAN'T... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAA NAOOOOOOO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"


The previously merry room was now filled with female-shrill cries of panic and despair and vain begging and pleas as all the girls were brutally seized by black hands, their eyes unbelieving what they were seeing; their bodies unbelieving what they were sensing as the colored men started assaulting their clothes in savage frenzy!

Their boyfriends uttered racial slurs and death threats, but their gag-muffled screams of rage were ignored. Someone turned the music louder. The diner itself being rather distant from the country road, any unlikely passerby on foot would overhear the loud music and think there was simply a party going on. Anyone in a car wouldn't hear them at all! They were screwed!

As Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers sang "I'm Not A Juvenile Delinquent" (https://youtu.be/qITN5xsSlTU), the leader of the pack himself walked right up to Betty, who was screaming and squirming between two black men who held her arms; he was towering over the tall girl. He slapped her hard and then brutally seized and tore open her highschool sweater, breaking the K-letter and filling his eyes with the classic splendor of her suddenly exposed white bra, the last rampart between her forbidden breasts and the savage hands and faces surrounding them!

The leader of the Dreamboys uttered a loud satisfied groan as he savagely yanked the bra off Betty's tender breasts!
"Nooooooooo!! PLEASE! STOP!!! NOOO... RRhhAAAAAAaaaaaahhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." Betty started wailing in long plaintive cries as her intimate flesh was brutally profaned in its bright glory—two teenage-firm pale orbs with brown nipples and a rich complexion intensified by the ragged curtains of her destroyed forest-green sweater.

"AHHrr... YEAH! DID YOU SEE THEM WHITE-GIRL TITTIES?!"
"OH JESUS! SHE'S GONNA BE A GOOD SHOT!"
“YEP! SHE’S A DREAMBOAT ALL RIGHT! LET’S HAVE HER!!!”

All around me, similar grim scenes were occurring; the room was filled with sharp ripping sounds and shrill female screams!

The two light-brown haired girls I hadn't really noticed before kept frantically screaming, their ponytails pointlessly whipping the air as they frantically shook their pretty heads in token refusal while black hands urgently ripped their clothes off! Each of these two was laid on a diner table by two negroes who had first tossed the salt and pepper and the ketchup bottle down on the tiled floor.

Each was pinned on a cleared table and she soon had her delicate plaid shirt and her bra savagely torn off, her naked breasts suddenly exposed and jiggling freely in a fleshy tumult, before one of the negroes crudely tucked her skirt all the way up and tore off her panties to gain access to her white girl’s cunt! Soon, both ponytail teengirls were shrieking in horror and sobbing as they were being raped by the jeering negroes!

The two petite brunettes other than Betty were tossed from man to man, each goon forced-kissing her, groping her or ripping some of her garments. Before long, the spicy brunettes were wailing, half naked as they kept being playfully tossed from one colored man to the other, amid a circle of black faces that were laughing at them with their horrific shows of white teeth!

My nerdy-looking former dance partner "enjoyed" the loving attention of two colored men, whom she kept vociferating against, using the dirtiest racial slurs she could muster. Deep down, she was the racist Yankee girl who was perfectly fine with diners serving only "proper people".

Seeing how racist this bitch was, I felt less pity for her. I even started taunting her...
"YOU SLUT! YOU'RE JUST GETTING WHAT YOU DESERVE!!!"

She looked at me in complete shock and horror as her green cheerleader's shirt was brutally torn and pulled apart and her beige bra was swiftly grabbed and snapped broken by a fierce black hand.

"OOOHHH... THE HAUGHTY SLUT HAS A FINE PAIR OF BOOBS!!!" I shouted, feeling my raging erection surging and almost painfully swelling under my trousers. This girl had indeed a very fine pair of boobs—not too big nor too small, perfectly fresh and firm, graced with a rich ivory-white complexion and vanilla nipples that were often seen on blondes.

I almost screamed out of sheer arousal whan I saw these divine breasts getting cupped, pressed and kneaded under assailing black hands! I was going to greatly enjoy watching her getting gang-banged and properly Africanized before I took my own turn inside her!

"LIE HER DOWN ON THAT TABLE!" I told the two cronies.
"GREAT IDEA, MAN! THANKS!" the stockier one of the two answered as he effortlessly lifted the average-size girl, who kept bawling and calling them filthy negroes; the other one helped him to lie her down on the chrome-rimmed table, laughing and making fun of her desperate angry protests. Oh Good Lord! This was going to be fun!

"Nooooooooooooooo!!!" The blonde cried, still wearing her college-girl glasses, as black hands undid her belt and roughly pulled her black skirt down, uncovering sky-blue panties that were immediately grabbed by the other man and ripped off! Her lovely gold bush of delicate cunt hair came into our view, dancing in her destroyed grace as she writhed in panicky motions, trying to jolt out of the men's clutches and now begging for their pity...
"PLEASE!!! HAVE MERCY!!! I'M VIRGIN! I'M VIRGIN!!!"

This was like putting gasoline on a burning fire! The two colored men went nuts!
"YOU HEAR THE LADY, TED? WE GONNA TEAR UP HER CHERRY!!!"
"YEAH CASH! WE'LL SLAM HER NICE AND GOOD!!!"

Her little hands formed small, powerless girly fists as one man restrained her arms above her head, keeping her pinned on the tabletop, while the other negro slapped her hard and then, as she was dazed, forced her legs open and wedged himself between the paleness of her alluring thighs, his black erect dick already out, veiny and ready to defile her!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

The sobbing girl screamed louder and shriller than I had ever heard as her rapist pushed his cock hard against her entrance, commenting on how tough-tight the little white bitch was. Then he lubed his dark meat with a liberal amount of spit and the poor girl screamed even harder when the colored man uttered a victorious growl as his cock finally managed to force her cunt open!

Then he further slammed her, deeper and deeper, ignoring her shrill screams of pain as he groaned and strained with furious urgency!

He was soon pounding her like crazy, grunting like the furious wild beast he was while the table creaked under the repeated strain and the blonde girl cried out loud as she was repeatedly rocked, head bobbing and breasts jiggling, and her small, powerless girly fists clenched as the other negro smiled and kept her tiny wrists from moving. Raping white girls was so much fun!

A few paces away, the beastly 6’6” leader was fiercely raping Betty, whose brown nipples were wildly dancing on top of bouncing breasts with two jeering negroes holding her arms as their boss kept repeatedly pushing hard inside her, owning her with unbriddled savagery! Bouncing her on his lap as he cupped and grabbed her butt under her tucked-up skirt! She took the punishment pinned between these men and against the wall near the Juke-Box.

To further her humiliation, Betty was ordered to tightly wrap her legs around her rapist, whose monster glutes kept flexing in mad frenzy as he kept bouncing her on his lap. From her shrill screams of pain, it was clear that she was probably being deflorated too.

Her pretty face was a picture of mute horror and unbelieving shock as rivers of tears streamed down her spotless cheeks while her shiny black hair kept waving as her head bobbed between the grinning black faces! Her boyfriend uttered unintelligible sounds from under his gag as he helplessly witnessed the crime.

“PL... PLEASE... ST...O O...  O OOOP!!” she kept feebly begging amid her cries, her words stretched and modulated in the same rhythm as the punishing black cock that was presently stretching her white pussy, tearing her up physically and morally.

WELL, THAT’S A NICE BIRTHDAY PARTY WE’RE HAVING HERE! ... AAHHRRR! UURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGHHH!!!” bellowed the man who was raping one light-brown ponytail girl on a table, shaking her up with parting dick thrusts and letting out a wild, long-sustained growl as he blissfully discharged his hot African sauce deep inside the white girl!


“YEAH! KENTUCKY LOVE EXPRESS!!! ALL THE WAY IN!!! YA-HOOOOHHH!!!” shouted the negro who was presently mounting my glass-wearing ex-dance partner, as he shot his own cum inside her!

The blonde’s expression was beyond words; I felt pity for her now, but at the same time her jiggling breasts and vanilla nipples were hypnotizing me while her colored rapist finished dumping his spunk inside her destroyed virginity as she wailed in a low, heart-breaking groan.

As the two men switched places and the blonde Kentucky belle was already subjected to a second barrage of black-dick pounding on the once-again squeaking table, with her gorgeous legs brushing her rapist’s flanks, I rushed at her feet and feverishly undid and slipped off her saddle shoes and white socks one after the other, discovering her pair of lovely girly feet!

Now I was very impatient for this second rape to be over with! The helpless teen boys all kept shouting and screaming their empty threats, their gag-muffled voices tiring as the Juke-Box kept playing.

Someone had started playing white-approved music again, and rightly so; the black songs would sound suspicious to any late-evening passerby. As the Juke-Box played “Great Balls Of Fire” by Jerry Lee Lewis (https://youtu.be/lgCNOsSYP4I), the 6’6” leader of the pack was finishing raping Betty and shouted...

OH YEAH! OH YEAH! HERE YOU ARE MA’AM! HERE YOU ARE! YOUR GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!!! GREAT BALLS OF FIR... RRRHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNRRGGHHH!!!... Take this white slut!!!

Betty wept bitterly, her small fists clenched and her face utterly broken between the pair of grinning cronies as she received the leader’s hot African seed deep inside her destroyed virtue. Her sense of dignity was utterly crushed. Then she cried louder as she was being penetrated by the next colored man, who proceeded to perform a well-inspired attempt at showing his boss he could rape a white girl even harder and more brutally!

The entire room was filled with horror! White girls bawling, or almost silently weeping; white girls bolting and wriggling with all their dwindling strength in their captors’ hands; white girls conceding defeat and letting the colored goons do all they wanted.


Near where I stood, the man raping the glass-wearing blonde suddenly groaned and shot his cum load! She took the vaginal pollution while looking up at the ceiling in shock as her pinned back slid on the tabletop, her breasts jiggling, her small fists still clenched...

I looked into her eyes intently and what I saw surprised me. There was a hint of arousal in her features. As I entered her pussy and took hold of her upper thighs, I could feel the secret arousal that coursed throughout her violated body!

Entering her wasn’t easy; she was virgin-tight indeed! I pushed and pushed harder and... AHRRRRR... Oh yes!!! She was so delicious to fuck! So young! So adorable! I started banging her hard on the creaking table, greatly enjoying her bouncing breasts and her bobbing head. She was still wearing her glasses through some miracle.

The man who had freshly raped her was now holding her arms above her head; then her first rapist walked up to her and grabbed her beautiful head of golden hair, forcing her to turn her face and look at his advancing cock!

He repeated his threat, that they’d “shoot them all like dogs if she wasn’t a good girl”. Obeying the given order, she opened her mouth and took his black dick! I couldn’t believe my eyes! A white girl taking a negro inside her mouth!

I was now banging this blonde hard on the squeaking table, in a room filled with other white girls being violated by colored men, while the said blonde was getting face-fucked by a large black dick and her breasts kneaded and pressed by the third man's black hands! I felt the rush of bliss surging inside me and I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer.

I reinforced my hold on her hips and violently drove her against my lap and my impaling dick, banging her as deep and hard I could! Making her utter muffled sounds of pain as her mouth was forced full of negro meat, and her wildly jiggling breasts kept being profaned!

Propping her legs up to have her feet right next to my face, I drove her hard, banging her again, again and again!!! “TAKE THIS! WHITE SLUT! THIS! THIS! AND THIS!!!... NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNRRRrrrhhhh Ugh...!!!

I kept banging her as my dick powerfully discharged two thick loads of steaming jizz!!! I contemplated her despaired glass-wearing face with her mouth filled with the black man’s dick and her jiggling vanilla nipples, and also took a whiff of her lovely little feet as I finished erupting inside her, uttering a long-sustained growl of primal relief!

Then the black man face-fucking her twitched inside her mouth and also erupted with a thick load that was just as massive as mine, if not more. I saw the complete horror and disgust on the girl’s face, as tears streamed down her cheeks and she fought for her air while her gullet was being filled by the slimy interracial sludge!

Suddenly the big black cock exited her mouth and she was shot with an epic bolt of jizz all over her face, the brunt of it landing square on her glasses, as the negro let out a powerful, victorious groan!


The squad of five black men had long finished tossing the two petite brunettes around. They were now taking or retaking their turns in raping them from behind as they stood while each girl always had a throbbing dick inside her mouth! Someone said that deep down, all white girls craved this and laughed!

All around me, there was lots of movement. I saw the man who lifted weights in Philly stark naked, looking like a stud with massive ebony muscles, and kneeling behind a naked light-brown haired girl, using her ponytail as a rein to ride the whimpering girl as he mercilessly took her from behind!

While the last colored men consummated their own first crack on the sobbing white girls, the tactics changed.

The leader untied the diner owner, and under threat of his .44 Magnum, he forced him to fuck Betty! Reluctant at first, the overweight, 50-year-old Harvey ended up taking the beautiful brunette doggystyle as she was held and restrained, bent over a table. He had his greasy hands holding her youthful hips on either sides of her curvy butt, milky-white and teenage-firm!

Harvey was now gleefully raping Betty, banging her hard, with unrestrained abandon! He kept calling her a dream girl! He finally screamed out loud like a banshee and blissfully discharged a massive load inside the sobbing college girl...


Other girls received whipped cream on their breasts and had the tasty blanket of whiteness avidly licked off their ivory-pale skin by a bunch of pouty African mouths! This became a trend. All girls had this wonderful experience. None of them would ever look at Dairy Queen’s the same way again.

I too tasted the blonde’s tits in this way. It redefined the word sweet! Then I had an idea and put some on her feet! I licked it all off; it was even better! The foot fetishists among the black men thought this was great idea. They thanked me as they licked the whipped cream off the girls’ lovely feet next to their discarded shoes!

More forced sex followed. At one point, all six girls were ordered to kneel down and take every man’s cock inside their mouth. Every white girl received her fair share of African cum on her pretty face! A lovely sight!

Another time, Betty had her nipples pinched hard and was forced to confess that the “K” letter in front of the highschool’s sweater stood for “Ku Klux Klan”, an organisation that the founding director had been a proud member of.

She was properly rewarded for her honesty by being bent over the front counter and spending the next 15 minutes shrieking in agony as three successive Dreamboys raped her ass with their big fat dicks! I love watching negro cum spewed on a white girl’s butt!

I finished off my rape party by having this same Betty and her amazing butt doggystyle with her face sliding on the black-and-white tiled floor as I grunted my primal fury inside her! I praised the Lord for having given me sufficient strength to sustain this and teach this white girl a hard lesson in humility!

I was doing her a favor! And at the same time, I was realizing a wild dream of mine! Raping a Betty Clooney lookalike after watching a bunch of negroes gang-raping her!

I cummed with unfathomable force inside Betty, utterly filling her up as she silently took my punishment while her cum-polluted mouth only emitted feeble whimpers...

The round clock above our heads indicated it was almost a quarter to one. The Eve-naked girls were tied up next to the men, except Betty and the nerdy cheerleader, whom we both took with us! We left the diner with the juke-box playing “Praise The Lord And Pass The Ammunition” (https://youtu.be/HVQ3ourS8BI).

The black men had come in six separate vehicles, which they had parked behind the diner to hide them from eventual passersby. In this small place, everybody knew everybody’s car.

One Dreamboy was from this place and had been endlessly victimized and tormented by the white folks. He knew Betty had her birthday party at that diner every year. He knew the sheriff was always dead drunk on a Saturday night. And we all knew the tied-up people in that diner wouldn’t be discovered or free themselves before we’d be long gone!

We drove three hours and a half, crossing back into Ohio. The black man who trained in a gym in Philly had a deceased uncle who had left him a small cabin at some secluded spot in the deep country. Before dumping them somewhere in the country where they’d be rescued, we lay low and spent the next few days repeatedly whoring Betty and the blonde girl, whose glasses were now shattered; like the dreamy girl she used to be.


The End.


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