Two chairs for the boys were placed next to the bed. The naked children sat there and watched the giant negro fuck their mother. They were mostly unresponsive. Either form shock or exhaustion, their internal systems had mostly shut down, and they were unresponsive. Samuel would have to attend to that. He wanted them nice and responsive in the days to come. Responsive to what was going to happen to their parents and to them.

I say mostly unresponsive, but not totally. If one looked closely, they would have seem that ten year old Jared's small pink dick was rock hard as he watched the big black man force his baseball bat thick prick into the boy's mother's cunt. They would also have seen the eyes of both boys grow wide at the unbelievable size of the negro's fuckmeat. It seemed almost inhuman. Peter and Maggie were also taken aback by the length and girth of the fucker. Maggie protested that she could not take such a slab of fuck sausage in her pussy.

"Aw, come on now, Lady...I fucked bitches much younger and smaller than you. You know how elastic the human cunt is. I fuck cunt as young as ten or twelve. Yeah it hurts them something fierce, and sometimes I tears the cunt hole a bit, but I still gets the job done. After a while, some of them even gets to likin' it. It's when I fucks the asshole that it really hurts." His meat hung down to his knees, like some giant hose. Maggie crawled to the other side of the bed, terrified. Wilson grinned. "Don't go crawling away on me now. I don't wants to get rough. I wants to start by licking and sucking on your titties." He turned his head to the naked boys. "And you boys look good now...I wants to show you how to fuck a bitch proper. Your daddy's a faggot, so he don' know how to do it right. You gots to make a bitch scream when you fuck her."

And scream Maggie did. It's a wonder the neighbors didn't call the police. She grunted and howeld and passed out twice from the pain of the fucker in her cunt. He battered her cervix and still had inches to go. He forced the plumb sized head of his black dick up into her womb. On each outward stroke, cunt juice and prick slop squirted from Maggie's pussy and dripped from the fucker, until the bed sheets were soaked with slime. It was halfway through the fuck, eleven minutes into it, when a sweaty and stinking Wilson ordered Peter to suck his black ass.

Up until that time, Peter had stood there next to his sons watching. He had stood there naked, with his fat pink dick limp. He too had become somewhat unresponsive. What could he do. An hour before Wilson's arrival, he had gone to the boys' room to speak to them about the horrors they had had to witness and endure. Eight year old James just stared at his father as if he were looking at a stranger. But ten year old Jared, who had suffered the brunt of the abuse, being forced to suck dick among other things spat at his own father.

"I hate you!" he shouted. Words Peter never thought to hear from his dear son. "I hate you. This is all your fault!" It was not difficult to tell that the boy really loved his father deeply and simply needed an outlet for his pain and anguish, but the words stung poor handsome Peter like nothing he had ever heard before.

"Part of it was my mistake, Jared. I screwed up years ago, and I tried to get out of the mess and got in deeper. Samuel Charlston is a bad man, and now to keep our family together, we have to do as he says. For Now! I promise you, I will find some way out of this horror. We need to stick together and support each other. I'll find some way out." The fact that he had absolutely no plan was irrelevant at the moment. He had to keep his boys safe and sound.

Peter reached out a hand and stroked Jared's naked shoulder. At first Jared pulled away, but then with a huge sigh, he threw himself into his father's arms. Peter held his son and rocked him there on the edge of the bed. Little James crawled over and curled up in his father's lap. All three were naked. While Peter held his boys in his arms to calm them, two strange things happened. First, Peter's tummy rumbled a bit, and some Japanese cum leaked out of his raped asshole onto the bedsheets. Second, for a reason Peter could not understand, his penis grew thicker and longer as he held his naked sons.

"Squelch, squelch, squelch," the sound of the black dick pumping in and out of Maggie's cunt filled the room, along with the heady musky smell of a black man fucking a white woman. Maggie grunted as the forearm long fucker dug deeper and deeper into her insides. Peter had his face buried in Wilson't muscular sweat coated black ass.

He licked up and down the ass crack. It no longer made him sick to suck ass. He had spent part of the afternoon sucking the asses of numerous Japanese Businessmen. However, the one big difference was that the Japanese were scrupulously clean, whereas Wilson stank as if he had not washed in days. But Peter was so worried about his wife, that although he reeled from the stench and bitter taste, he obediently licked and sucked Wilson't ass.

By lick and suck I mean that he not only licked up and down the asscrack, but he also swiped his tongue back and forth over the ass pucker itself. Then he thrust his tongue deep into the shithole. While his tongue probed and prodded the rectum, his lips sucked on the ass lips as if he were tongue kissing Maggie. Samuel had spent over and hour the other day, teaching Peter how to properly lick and suck ass. If he fucked up, he was certain it would only go worse for his family as well as himself.

"Oh, yeah, Faggot, suck my ass. Suck my dirty black ass. Take me to Heaven. Nothing like fucking some white bitch while her husband sucks my ass. I do love that. Last week I fucked a white Preacher's wife right in the church, and while I fucked her, the Preacher sucked my ass. But he didn't do it nearly as good as you, Motherfucker."

Wilson paused in mid-fuck. He glanced over at the two young boys in the chairs.

"Hey, either of you little twerps fucked your mommy in the cunt yet?" Maggie groaned and turned her head away so as not to see the look on her sons' faces. But the boys did nothing. They just stared at the black giant as if her were an alien.

"I axed you a question, bitches. Has either of you fucked your mother in her cunt yet? Are either of you Motherfuckers?" The frown and the beady yellow eyes must have stirred the boys out of their safety zone. Both of them suddenly shook their young heads violently.

"You boys ought to try it. Shit, there ain't nothing like fucking some older bitch and stirrin' up her juiced. Lots of boys fuck they own mommas. It ain't talked about much, but lots of boys do it. It's a part of growing up. Throw a fuck into your momma before school in the morning, get you set up right for the day."

Wilson reached around and gave Peter's head a whack because the man had stopped ass sucking, stunned at the negro's words.

"I fucked my own momma twice, course I was drunk and high on drugs both times. First time when I was fourteen, and the second time when I was sixteen. Both times, I had been rejected by some stupid bitch who wouldn't let me fuck her, crying that my meat was too big. What the fuck was I supposed to do, walk around with blue balls all night? Saw my momma as the big titted female she was and knew I needed some pussy there and then. Second time I fucked her I took her ass too.

And right in the middle of the ass fuck, in walks my daddy. He threw me out the house...still don't know why. It weren't like his buddies from the bar didn't fuck my mama. He would bring home three or four to bang her. Guess it was cause I was his son...or maybe he was jealous cause my dick was so much bigger than his. Anyway, I gonna talk to Mr. Charlston about having you boys fuck your momma every day. I think it be good for you. Your dicks grow in no time. It would also teach you that a woman ain't good for nothing except for fucking. That's what God made her three holes for. Dick holes is what they are."

After fucking Maggie's dick hole for thirty-three minutes, Wilson pulled out, his gigantic fuck club dripping pussy juice and cock leak all over and announced that he wanted to fuck Peter in the ass. Peter did not comport himself well in front of his sons. He was not the hero that boys need. Peter sobbed and begged Wilson not to fuck him. He protested that his ass was raw from the gang rape he had received just that afternoon. He protested that Wilson's dick was too large for any asshole, and that it would rip him to pieces. At some point during his frantic pleading, Peter almost lost it and begged Wilson to fuck Maggie's asshole instead. I say, almost. It would reach that selfish station in the future, but not yet.

At this point, Peter still had a shred of dignity and a tremendous protective urge toward his family. So he did not beg Wilson to fuck his wife's ass instead. In the future, as I say, he would lose that dignity. There would come a time when Peter would beg samuel Charlston to inflict any disgusting indignity on his own children rather than have to bear any more pain and torment himself. But not yet! Not now! On this night in the usually quiet, attractive house on Maple Drive, Peter valiantly took one in the ass for his family.

Well, not valiantly. He screamed like a teenage bitch at a Bieber concert. The fucking nigger dick was so huge it took almost fifteen minutes to just get the head in past the swollen sore asslips of the young executive. Across the bed, Maggie studied her own stretched cunt lips, wondering if her pussy would ever close again. Her cunt looked like she had just given birth. Cute little eight year old James piped up and asked, "Mommy, are you okay?"

How totally sweet. Maggie, sniffing back tears, assured her son that she was indeed okay, and everything was going to be all right. Everything was not going to be all right. Ten year old Jared knew that. He studied his mother's stretched out fuckhole with some interest. He pushed the palm of his hand down harder on his stiff ten year old dick. He twisted his legs around the front legs of the chair in which he sat naked. Then his eyes moved over to his father, also naked, huge pink limp dick and saggy balls swinging under him as on his hands and knees, he pushed back to accept the big black dick forcing itself into his already battered asshole.

Do you have any conception of the pain...the searing, burning, scraping pain of taking a gigantic dick into your already gang fucked red, raw sore, asshole? There is no way, even for a wordsmith to describe it. Peter clawed at the bed sheets, tore at them, ripped them, so great was his ass pain. Maggie by turns, watched him and studied her raped cunt.

"Poor Peter," she thought, and then patted her cunt lips with her fingers, hoping they would tighten up and close a bit, and thanking God that she was not getting fucked in the ass by that big black battering ram. Wilson wrapped an arm around Peter's stomach and pulled him into his muscular black body. The black dick went in three inches, and Peter howled. Taking three inches of dick may not seem like much, but when the dick is as thick as your forearm, believe me it stuns. None of the Japanese dicks had been nearly this big. Four, five, six, seven inches of black dick. Eight, nine ten inches of black dick.

Wilson built up a rhythm, a fucking rhythm. Did he hear some street song in his head? He banged Peter's ass. Eleven, twelve...inches of black fucker raping Peter's raw shithole, stirring up his bowels, churning his guts. Peter began to black out. He slumped. The black man slapped him on the back, hard.

"Come on, white boy, give me a decent fuck, Or I swear to God, I gonna fuck your sons!" Both boys gripped the chairs with their little hands, as if that would protect them from such a thing. Peter cried out to God, like the Lord on the cross, and pushed his ass back onto the black sledgehammer. Let it spit roast him. Let the big black fucker come out of his mouth. Let it kill him. He no longer cared. Maggie watched in silence. She did not know how she felt about the ass rape of her husband. She loved him. She still loved him. But she had to think about herself and her children first. Didn't she? She was confused. She studied her husband's swinging prick and balls that slapped from thigh to thigh and back and forth as he was ass fucked. She studied the twisted, agonized look on his face. And she prayed to God that Peter be fucked like this a hundred times rather than her children being touched. In a way, she would get half her wish. Peter would be fucked like this a hundred times, but her children would not be spared. We don't always get what we wish for.

Wilson's egg sized nuts slapped against Peter's flesh as the massive dick bottomed out in the young executive. Peter was certain he could feel it in his stomach. At last it was in all the way.

"Good Bitch," Wilson said, reaching out to rub Peter's head, like rewarding a pet dog for fetching. And then, Wilson commenced fucking in earnest. The two little boys watching shut their eyes. They could not stand to see their father in such agony. They curled their naked toes and made fists with their hands, fists so tight that the knuckles turned white. They screwed up their cute little faces and cried. But Jared's dick never lost it's tumescence.

Peter thought it would never end. Finally, he felt Wilson's scalding cum fill his guts like lava from an erupting volcano. Wilson pulled out, and rolled Peter over off the bed onto the carpet. Peter just lay there crying.

Wilson flopped onto his back. He glanced over at Maggie who eyed him warily.

"Want to clean me up, Bitch?" Wilson asked with a grin. His fuckmeat was still rock hard and covered with cum and ass slime. Maggie curled up near the headboard of the bed and shook her head. "You sure you don't want to clean my dirty dick for me? Can't expect me to go to sleep with a dirty dick!"

"Oh God, he was going to sleep there. He was going to stay all night." Maggie thought to herself.

"No, you don't want to clean me up. Okay, that was your last chance, bitch. YOU," Wilson thundered at eight year old James who had opened his eyes when his dad hit the carpet. "You, get your little ass over here, now!"

Maggie jumped. "No, I'll do it, I'll do it...it's okay. Stay where you are, James. I'll do it..."

But Wilson was not mollified. "Stay where you are, fucking Bitch. You had your chance. James, you have five seconds to get your little naked ass over here onto the bed, or I am going to hurt your mommy!"

It was darling the way James scrambled. His tiny dick bouncing, he crawled onto the bed in front of the big black man. Wilson reached out and cupped the boy's soft pale cheek with his big black hand.

"How you doing, James? You gonna be a good boy, right? I need you to clean off my dirty dick with your tongue." Wilson had to laugh out loud at James' "icky face."

"I know it smells pretty bad, cause your daddy's ass was all shitty and not clean. And I know that it's gonna taste just awful. But James, if you don't want me to hurt your mommy, then you gotta do it. Okay, buddy?"

James looked so vulnerable, so pathetic that Maggie could not bear it. She buried her face in her hands.

"Don't cry, Mommy..." James said. Still in his chair, Jared opened his eyes and stared daggers at the big black man.

ON the floor, Peter seemed too out of it to even care. With trembling lips, James brought his face close to the hard, stinking dick. Twice he pulled back. He looked up at Wilson.

"I'm going to be sick..." he said.

wilson shook his nappy haired head. "If you get sick, I am going to get some nails and a hammer and pound those nails right through your brother's dick! You don't want that, do you? So you better not vomit. You better do a really good job of licking my dirty dick clean. And don't forget the balls." James swiped his little pink tongue over the plumb colored head of the black dick and it came away coated with brownish yellow slime.

"See, that don't taste too bad, now does it?" Of course it did. It was horrible. James eyes watered from the taste and smell. The taste was dark, like popcorn that got burned in the kettle. The texture was thick and slimy.

He licked again. The taste, even stronger. He blinked and tried to swallow the mess in his mouth. It slid down over his tongue and clogged in his throat. He was swallowing fuck and shit and ass slime. He gagged, but managed not to puke. He couldn't puke or Jared would be hurt. He had to lick the entire prick clean. He felt the cock skin move under his tongue. Fuck slop filled his mouth. He looked around, as if seeking some place to deposit the foul mess, but the only place was down in his own stomach. Eight year old boys cleaning dicks with their tongues grow up quickly. They learn.

Later, the boys ran to their rooms. James did puke into the toilet first. The crawled into Jared's bed and clung to each other in terror. Wilson passed out on the big bed, and Maggie stayed curled up in a fetal position near the headboard. Peter passed out on the floor, cum leaking out of his battered ass.

But the morning brought new adventures. Peter, freshly showered and dressed in one of his best suits, toilet paper shoved up his burning ass to keep leakage from staining his pants, entered the office with Wilson at his side. wilson wore the same dirty tee shirt as the evening before. Peter was stunned to see the entire office staff gathered. He was informed that Mr. Charlston had called an all staff meeting. Even the workers from the floor below and the floor above had gathered. Everyone stood around chatting about what the purpose of the meeting might be. Peter had a sick feeling in his stomach. About ten minutes later, Samuel entered all smiles and looking like a million dollars. He was dressed immaculately. Even his finger nails glistened. He said some kind, kidding words to this employee or that and then called the room to silence.

"Hello everyone. I am sorry to take you away from the excellent work you are doing. You are all valued members of the Charlston Corporation. Every single one of you are family to me. However, sometimes even a family member can cause concern. Peter will, you please step forward?" Peters legs hardly worked as he stumbled toward his sadistic boss. Everyone was watching him with keen interest.

"Please..please God, not in front of my co-workers. I know these people. I am friends with them..." Peter prayed silently.

"Here at the Charlston Corporation, we don't desert workers in trouble. We don't simply fire or abandon them. We take care of our own. Take Peter here. Just a few weeks ago, he was in line for a big promotion. But his private life has caused his work quality to fall off. He has become lazy and inattentive. His dedication to our firm has flagged. I won't go into his numerous indiscretions, but suffice to say, he let us all down. What do we do?" Peter hung his head. Mike, Jeff, all the other guys were looking at him like he was some kind of freak. They gauged the chances of their own advancement at Peter's expense. For some reason, Peter felt like such a loser.

"What do we do? By rights, Peter here, whose work has been pathetic in recent weeks, should be let go. But times are hard, and Peter has a wife and to fine boys to support. We can't just throw him to the mercy of a cruel, uncaring world. No, we are going to give Peter another chance. So staring as of this morning, Mike, you will be taking over Peter's space and his accounts. Make us proud Mike. And Peter here will be working under Wilson, our excellent maintenance supervisor. Be kind to Peter and let him feel he is still a part of our family. When you see him mopping the halls or cleaning the restrooms, give him a kind hello and a friendly smile."

And hour later, Peter was instructed to take off his expensive suit and don his janitorial uniform, a tight pair of blue gym shorts that were much too small for him, and a three sizes too small tee shirt. The shirt was so small, it tore out at the armpits and rode up revealing six inches of Peter's naked stomach. The shorts were so small that Peter's dick and balls bulged out obscenely, and if he moved wrong, his large pink dickhead stuck out of one leg hole. In the rear, half his ass crack showed. He was given an old pair of Wilson's ripped sneakers for his feet. Wilson handed Peter a small brush and told him to scrub the executive wash rooms spotless.

Wilson grabbed Peter by the tee shirt and it tore more. "If those urinals and toilets are not gleaming and spotless, you will clean them again...with your tongue!"