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"Natalie"
   by A. G. Thomas


Within minutes of making love to her Ralph as usual had fallen
asleep, his smooth even breathing broken now and then by a snore
that in truth sounded more like the grunting of a pig. Rolling
onto her side she turned her back to him ignoring his presence as
unbidden memories that she had thought long repressed once more
began to worm their way into her consciousness. It hadn't always
been like this, but ever since the birth of their daughter more
then a year ago he seemed to have changed even more and she
wondered why in hell she stayed married to him because other then
a five minute quickie once, sometimes twice a week he paid little
attention to her anymore.

Oh sure there was still the peck on the cheek and maybe a playful
fondling of her buttocks every now and then, but things just
weren't the same. The old spark was gone. For a moment the
memories that had begun to engulf her faded as she thought back
on her three years of marriage. What had it been, six months,
maybe a little longer when after graduating from high school her
father had been transferred. The uprooting hadn't been easy but
it had allowed her to escape her past life, so in truth she had
welcomed the change.

She had gotten a job with a little help from her father, but that
wasn't the only thing he'd done. With a little meddling on his
part along with encouragement from her mother she had started
dating a young executive who was also new to the company and
fresh from college. She just eighteen, and he going on twenty two
seemed to be made for each other, and after barely eight months
of going together they were married.

Life at first had been good, Ralph couldn't seem to do enough for
her and he spoiled her terribly, just as her father had. As time
went on though his attention span shortened until now after the
birth of their daughter his love making was more like an
obligation, a duty he had to perform, almost as if, how did that
old saying go? Bim, bam thank you ma'am. A shiver racked her
still slim body as the memories of her youthful life before the
tumultuous move topped off by her meeting and marrying of Ralph
engulfed her.

Oh yes, she was very familiar with that old phrase because in her
last year of high school, more boys then she could remember or
wished to recall had climbed between her legs. Boys that with but
a knowing smile or sometimes just a nod of their head had been
able to use her however and whenever they wished. They cared
little about her needs or desires, she was their slut, their cum
bucket, and her only purpose as far as they were concerned was to
appease their sexual hunger and desire in whatever manner they
choose. Most of them, after rutting like sex crazed animals left
her wanting, taking perverse pleasure in making her beg for yet
another boy, another hard cock to quell her needs. Such thoughts
as this hadn't always been tickling at her mind, in fact she had
sought hard to forget them. But now because of the events that
had taken place over the last week along with her increasingly
growing dissatisfaction with her husband and married life in
general the memories lingered on.

Unbidden her thoughts spiraled inward to a time three years ago
when she was but seventeen and in her senior year of high school,
and as the vivid memories of that time washed over her it seemed
as if it had only been yesterday. Unconsciously her hand slipped
between her legs, her fingers slowly and softly fluttering over
her just fucked moist pussy lips as the vivid memories of her
wanton behavior washed over her. She recalled the first boy she'd
really had anything to do with,

Henry. Yes, Henry had been the first boy, well not just the first
boy but the first negro she had kissed, and the first negro whose
dick she had sucked, but after him there had been others, dozens
of others. After Henry, but before all the others though there
had been Treat and Lester. As the memory of the two boys swam
before her closed eyes her fingers glided down over her flat
smooth stomach and between her legs to slip between her moist
pussy lips. Slowly at first and then faster her fingers began to
rhythmically saw in and out as she recalled how with the
apprehensive but yet willing surrender of her body to them she
had become the slut of every black boy in school.

Her breathing quickened and her fingers moved even quicker,
harder and she rolled onto her back letting her legs fall open
while at the same time drawing her feet up almost to her slowly
but increasingly faster gyrating buttocks. That she might wake
her husband, the father of her child, never entered her mind as
that fateful night all those years ago blossomed anew, making it
seem as if it had happened only yesterday.

Her buttocks began to bounce lightly from the bed in time to her
rapidly moving fingers as the glorious feelings that had
overwhelmed her that night as first Treat then Lester, then both
of them together. Soft moans of arousal slipped from her lips but
then were just as quickly muffled as she shifted hands, slipping
two cum smeared fingers of the hand that she had been
masturbating with between her lips and lovingly sucking on them.

As her tongue licked and twirled over and around her fingers she
fantasized that it was not her fingers she was sucking but one of
the dozens of hard throbbing cocks of the multitude of black boys
that she had so often and so willingly performed such an act for.
Faster her fingers moved, both in her mouth and in her pussy, her
ass bouncing higher from the bed as her pelvis humped and rotated
in time to her heightened arousal.

Her mind raced as she remembered how through a weird chain of
events it had been Treat and Lester and not Henry who had been
the first to fuck her, and in the processes show her the
pleasures of joy a hard black cock could give. She remembered how
later that same night, after Treat and Lester had satisfied
themselves in many and various ways and after telling her she was
their whore the two had invited several of their friends into her
home, into her very bedroom so they too could sample the
pleasures her sweet young white body could give.

In her frame of mind, along with her unquestioning desire to
please the two black youths that had given her so much pleasure,
she had willingly, no, eagerly, accepted her fate without
thinking of the consequences. Without hesitation she had allowed
herself to be used in whichever way Treat and Lester's friends
choose, accepting each dark sweaty body without question or
reservation as one after another, then later two and three at a
time simultaneously thrust their hard throbbing black cocks deep
into her orifices and flooded her with sperm. That night her
future as a black cock slut for every negro boy in the school was
a given as there in her own bedroom she willingly took on over a
dozen negros.

Soft whimpering moans escaped from around the fingers in her
mouth and where before she'd only had two of her fingers sawing
into her pussy she now had four pushing and twisting as she
recalled how after that night her life had changed. A
kaleidoscope of her wearing the skimpiest of skirts, of publicly
being kissed and fondled by her black classmates tingled her
nerve endings. Her legs opened wider and her pelvis rose to met
her fingers as they pushed faster, harder, deeper into her
awakened and aroused cunt.

Memories of all the hard thick black cocks that had fucked her
filled her mind as her fingers worked feverishly to bring her the
release she so badly needed. Drawing her fingers together while
at the same time pressing her thumb into her palm she pushed
until the knuckles of her hand slipped into her cunt as with
imagination ran rampant she saw all the dark cocks she'd been
fucked by dance about her head like a giant mobile. Harder,
faster her fingers pushed as her pelvis twisted and bounced from
the bed as she moaned lustfully in her effort to achieve the same
fullness, the same pleasure she had felt in her school days. She
recalled vividly how with but a smile and a slight nod of some
boys head she would let herself be led into some out of the way
empty recess of the school. More often then not though several
other boys tagged along. After all it was common knowledge that
just one cock wasn't enough for Natalie.

Again her husband stirred, mumbling as if in response to her
jostling of their bed as the memory of the time when Henry had
snuck her into the boy's locker room after the homecoming
football game flashed before her. As plain as if it were taking
place that instant she saw herself laying face down across one of
the many benches while behind and before her stood a partially
clothed, grimy and very sweaty black football player, each of
them using a different opening of her small white body as a
receptacle for their lust and nothing more. Behind each, eagerly
but noisily awaiting their turn stood no less then ten others as
she like the whore she'd become took first one and then the other
deep into her body. She could still hear the astonished and
disbelieving mumbling of the white members of the team as they
looked on but were not allowed to participate as their black team
mates along with all the black coach's used her slim white body
in whichever manner suited them.

Beside her, her husband stirred restlessly, almost waking but she
paid not the slightest attention as the release she sought
overwhelmed her like a tidal wave. A quivering tremor burst from
her lips as she writhed in ecstasy, her whole body spasmed as if
from an epileptic fit. Slowly her body relaxed, her buttocks
falling to the damp rumpled sheets as she lay drawing gulps of
air into her depleted lungs. For several moments she lay with her
hand between her stretched pussy lips and then her hand like so
many of the thick black cocks that in the past had used her slide
from her cunt leaving her with a feeling of emptiness that only
another cock, another sweaty dark body atop her could fill.

Slipping from the bed, she walked from the room and through her
darkened quite home not really knowing where she was going as her
mind raced with what had brought back the memories that had been
slumbering deep in her subconscious.

It had been a little fender bender almost two weeks ago. Nothing
serious but the man whose car she'd hit had tried to make a big
deal out of it, so to shut him up and because she was in a hurry
and didn't want to wait around for the police she had given him
her name and phone number telling him to let her know how much
the damage was.

She hadn't told her husband about the accident, not because she
didn't want to worry him, or because she was afraid he would
start ranting like he sometimes did, but because she thought the
whole thing just a minor inconvenience. Besides, if and when the
man called she'd simply pay him a little money and be done with
it. But when he'd called three days later she had been shocked at
the figure he'd given her. She had argued with him and then
without thinking she had asked for his address while pleading
that they might possibly work out a deal.

Intimidated a little by his blustering but not really frightened
and with the thought that she would be able to get the price down
or at worse pay him over a period of months she had dressed
appealingly yet conservatively, but it hadn't worked out as she
expected. Upon arriving at the address she was informed by a
rather pretty black woman that answered Natalie's nervous knock
that the man in question lived in the garage apartment in the
back. Then with a sly smile along with a wink she had told
Natalie that her brother Scholm was waiting for her.

Lightly tapping on the door she had almost jumped out of her skin
when the door flew open to reveal a very dark, very naked negro.
She had stepped back, her hand covering her mouth to stifle the
surprised and shocked gasp that welled up in her throat, and then
scrunching her eyes shut she'd made a move as if to turn but his
words had stopped her in her tracks. " Well, well lookie here, if
it ain't the stupid white cunt that done gone and fucked up my
car. You done got the money bitch, cause if you don't, you damn
well better come up with a good way to pay my ass or there's
going to be hell to pay."

Timidly she had turned back to him, opening her eyes as she did
so, and though she had tried to keep eye contact with him, her
eyes had wandered slowly down over his hairy chest, over the
middle age, beer guzzling paunch of his stomach to the object
hanging semi limp between his legs. A soft moan had escaped from
her lips and her eyes had widened, her legs had felt weak but no
matter how she tried she couldn't tear her eyes away from his
cock. It looked at least two maybe three inches longer and half
again as big around then her husbands, and it wasn't even hard.
And ohhhh God it seemed to be growing, hardening, and it was
soooo dark.

She could feel her panties getting wet and not even his mirthful
laughter or his boastful remark that he knew how she expected to
pay could tear her eyes from his dark cock or prevent her from
unconsciously licking her lips until he unexpectedly turned and
walked to the bed which seemed to fill the small studio
apartment. Tearing her eyes from his retreating buttocks she
glanced about the room, noticing that other than the king size
bed upon which Scholm now lay, the rather large room contained
nothing but a small kitchenette off to the side. But what drew
her attention, and at the same time caused her some confusion
were the array of lamps placed about the bed. " Why you don't
shuck that fucking old lady housewife dress cunt, let ol' Scholm
get a look at the body of the white bitch that thinks her pussy
is worth the damage to my car." For a moment she stood frozen,
wanting to run, wanting to flee from this man who seemed so sure
of himself but she couldn't move she was too addled. "Come on
bitch I ain't gots' all day. Get your skinny ass in gear, and
while youse at it close the fucking door. Unless of course you so
fucking horny for nigger cock you wants a few of my nosey ass
neighbors joining the party." Without realizing she was moving
she stepped into the room obediently closing the door softly
behind her.

The blood rushing through her veins was like a raging river,
causing her ears to ring and blotting out everything else as long
repressed memories washed over her. Because of it, not that it
would have made a bit of difference even if she had of heard, his
scornful remark about her getting off fucking a bunch of bros
didn't register. Mesmerized by the ever hardening dark cock that
continued to hold her eyes she took three steps further into the
room, drawing ever closer to the bed and the negro who lazed upon
it.

Without conscience thought she dropped her purse, then as earlier
instructed she began to loosen her dress. Seductively she let the
dress slip from her shoulders slowly sliding it down her small
curvaceous body until finely she stood before him in but her bra
and panties as he, with legs widely apart sat propped atop his
huge bed stroking his cock and smiling mirthlessly. She saw his
cock jerk, saw it grow slightly harder, longer as his eyes
feasted on her small tight girlish figure. Cloudy, indistinct,
and long thought forgotten remembrances of servitude and
obedience fluttered like the wings of a butterfly on the edges of
her memory as she tore her eyes from his cock and looked into his
smiling, expectant face.

Without a word leaving his thick lips she instinctively knew what
was expected, and with a willingness born from an ingrained
hungry desire to please, and yes pleasure a man of another race,
she first removed her bra to proudly reveal her small but firm
breasts, before slowly, enticingly slipping her panties from her
hips and down her unbelievably long legs. As she watched him jerk
off a noticeable shiver raced up her spine, and her nipples,
already beginning to swell as her own arousal grew, became like
two hard, aching nubs while her silver dollar size aureole
darkened slightly. Mesmerized, she watched as his stubby fingers
tightened around his dark cock, pumping, stroking his growing
hardness at first slowly and then faster and faster.

Unconsciously she stepped forward, her tongue licking over her
dry lips as she listened for, prayed for, the expected command to
suck his dick but then she remembered her place and stopped. With
difficulty she tore her eyes from his cock and looked again into
his broadly smiling face, her mind awash with past memories. "You
likes what you see don't you whitie. I'll bet that pussy of
your'n is leaking like a faucet, so why don't you carry your ass
over here and show this nigger just how much you likes and wants
his licorice stick."

As if in a dream she moved, not remembering doing so until she
was beside the bed, where, quicker then she had thought possible
his hand snaked out to first squeeze then pinch her breast before
slowly sliding down her body and between her legs. Her legs
parted slightly to accommodate his crude efforts as he
unceremoniously pushed two of his fingers into her cunt and
though she tried vainly to stand still it was hopeless and she
finally had to brace herself with a hand upon his broad shoulder.

Distant repressed memories washed over her and goose bumps
prickled her flesh at his jovial remark that she probably
couldn't wait to get a taste of his black snake. A heart beat
later and with her cheeks flushed and her breathing coming in
shallow quick gasp she obediently crawled between his dark hairy
legs, reaching for and grasping the dark cock swaying before her
eyes. She paid no attention to his chuckling as her small white
fingers began to slowly, lovingly stroke up and down his hardness
before finely rolling over the head of his cock and pulling back
the skin covering his thick knob. "You done had a taste of nigger
cock before ain't you white girl, yea. I'll just bet you have.
Well don't you worry your pretty little head cause ol' Scholm's
going to see to it that you gets all the dark meat you wants and
then some. Yes sir, Scholm's going to see to it you never wants
for it again.

In answer to his chuckling remark and with her face flushed with
arousal she moaned softly as she lowered her face, flicking her
tongue out licking down one side and up the other before opening
her mouth and taking his tangerine size knob between her soft red
lips. Her nose wrinkled slightly from the sweaty stale odor
wafting from between his legs, but instead of being repulsed the
smell was like an aphrodisiac and again she moaned, only louder
as her lips closed and then tightly clung to his torrid member
while her small delicate hand continued to slowly pump and
lightly squeeze his now burgeoning dick. Her tongue swirled over
and around his cock head savoring its taste, her mind giddy with
desire as her nostrils inhaled deeply of the all too familiar
musky odor of a body washed but infrequently, a wonderful
glorious smell that for the past three years she had all but
forgotten.

Faster her head moved, further down his torrid length her lips
traveled before again raising back up to the crown where her
tongue like that of a snake darted against and about its very tip
before pursing her lips and kissing it. Saliva dribbled from her
mouth and trickled down the shimmering length of his cock pooling
around her fingers before she again took him deep into her mouth.
Soft whimpering moans came from her cock stuffed mouth in answer
to his words telling her she would never want for black cock
again and in response and with a hungry desire to show him how
much she indeed loved black cock her throat muscles relaxed
allowing the thick knob of his cock to enter her throat.

Natalie was again a teenager doing what she had learned and loved
to do so well to so many young black boys, and as she had so
often done in the past she hummed softly as her throat muscles
hugged and massaged the hard black hunk of meat sliding back and
forth between her lips.

Memories of servitude and lust washed over her and her small
tight rump rose higher into the air wiggling about invitingly as
if subconsciously expecting one of the multitude of cocks that
had so often thrust into her while she had sucked a black class
mates cock. But the reaction that she expected, even hoped for,
never happened so in desperation and in a mad desire to please
this middle age negro and at the same time quell her sexual
hunger she pushed her face downward taking ever inch of his
manhood into her mouth and throat, stopping only when her lips
pressed into the kinky hairs surrounding his stiff rod.

A deep soulful moan filled her ears letting her know that she was
indeed pleasuring this black man that she had only just met but
then she was pushed backwards and the cock she had been so
hungrily sucking pulled from the tight confines of her throat.
"Enough bitch, it be time to see if you's fuck half as good as
you suck." Falling onto her back she spread her legs while
reaching for and guiding his thick dark member to her snatch,
almost screaming in joy as he pushed his hips forward burying
himself deeply.

For the next half hour or so he pumped his hard thick dark cock
into her, at times so hard and fast that her head would spin,
while at other times his actions were agonizingly slow and once
or twice he even paused before again thrusting back into her with
quick rapid strokes. His constant changing of pace almost drove
her crazy and she began pleading and whimpering for him to fuck
her, to shove his black cock into her and fill her with cum. In
response he hissed she was his bitch, that her mouth and cunt
were his to pleasure himself with whenever he wanted. As she
moaned repeatedly that she was his he gripped her tight giggling
ass cheeks tightly literally lifting her lower body from the bad
while rapidly and forcefully thrusting into her, then with a
satisfied groan and with a force like an erupting volcano his cum
blasted into her filling her to over flowing.

As he rested she curled up between his hairy muscular legs
obediently sucking and licking his cock and scrotum clean of all
traces of their juices and when finely his cock again hardened,
and in obedience to his command she eagerly knelt before him
pushing her small tight buttocks into the air wiggling it about
in expectation of what was to come. It had been years since
anyone had fucked her ass and though she knew it had hurt like
hell at first she yearned to again feel the pleasures such an act
had so often given her and she humped back against him whimpering
and pleading with him to shove his cock into her ass and fuck her
like the slut she was.

As his cock wormed into her ass hole filling her, stretching her,
it felt as if a thick lead pipe were being shoved into her but
despite her discomfort the pleasures she'd once felt whenever
she'd been ass fucked again surfaced, and she began forcefully
pushing back against him, wiggling and gyrating her ass in a
tight circular motion. At first his thrusts were long, deep and
slow, but this time unlike earlier his pumping grinding movements
only increased in quickness and savagery.

As his fingers dug into her jostling hips rocking her forwards
and backwards in time to his deep hurtful, but never the less
pleasurable animalistic thrust, she whimpered soulfully she was
his to fuck whenever he desired. In between grunts and with
hissing breaths he belittled her, calling her a whore and a white
trash slut who got off fucking black men. In response Natalie's
whole body quivered, and repeatedly whimpered sobs of agreement
spilled from her lips as she savagely and animalisticly impaled
herself on his bone hard pumping rod.

With mirth in his voice as he watched his thick black cock spear
between her jostling grinding ass checks he told her she was his
bitch, his white slut whore to fuck whenever he wanted and then
his testicles exploded, sending his cum rushing like a tidal wave
upward through his cock into her clinging rectum and flooding her
bowels with hot thick spunk. After once again using her mouth and
tongue to clean his cock of all traces of their sexual activity
she lightly caressed and massaged his cock waiting expectedly for
him to once again grow hard and use her, but instead he surprised
her by pushing her away. "You done had enough dark meat for today
bitch, but don't you fret none about getting more cause you mine
now, and I's see you get all you wants."

Now as she walked through the darkened house her thoughts of
Scholm intensified even more then they had over the last week for
the summons that she'd been expecting had finally arrived. Not in
the form of the expected phone call but in the form of a package,
a package that until this very moment while everyone slept she
had been reluctant to open and look upon. Reaching into a drawer
of her daughters dresser she retrieved the padded envelope from
beneath a pile of baby clothes, a slight shiver touching her
shoulders as a feeling of excitement coursed through her in
anticipation of opening the package that she had received that
very evening only minutes before her husband had arrived home.

Clutching it to her breast she made her way through the darkened
house to the living room, where with the aid of the dim light
from the street light coming through the window she opened it to
find a video tape and a note. Turning on the TV and VCR she
inserted the tape making sure as she did so to turn down the
volume. As the tape began to play she saw herself slowly closing
a door and begin removing her clothes, and then in shock and
through disbelieving eyes she watched the events of that day a
week ago again unfold, almost exactly as she remembered them
except for something she couldn't quite put a handle on.

Mesmerized she watched as not once but three times she willingly
and eagerly fucked the overweight grotesque negro, and in the
silence of the darkened house her repeated whimperings for him to
fuck her, to make her his slut and give her a nigger baby sounded
unnaturally loud. In addition to the, for want of a better word,
normal fuck scenes of a negro fucking a white woman, there were
several close ups not only of his hard thick black cock
slithering rapidly and forcefully into her cunt and ass but also
between her lips. There was even a closeup of her smiling broadly
into the camera while swirling his thick creamery spunk around in
her mouth before slowly swallowing it.

Even the scene where as he was fucking her in the ass and she had
lunged back to met his thrust, grinding her buttocks against his
groin like a nymphomaniac possessed while telling him how much
she loved his big black cock and how much better it felt then her
husbands skinny little white dick was there, and then she almost
screamed aloud as she realized what was missing, his voice.
Scholm's voice was missing, no where on the tape was his voice to
be heard, only hers. There was no indication that the words she
spoke had been prompted by or were in response to anything the
negro said. It was made to appear that she had instigated the
whole sordid thing instead of what had really happened.

As the screen went blank her eyes fell to her lap and the note
clutched tightly in her hand, a note that she had only just
started to read before the video tape had begun to play. Bringing
the note up so that with the help of the light coming from the TV
screen she could read what he had written, she mouthed each word
silently and then her eyes widened as she read and then re-read
the part that Scholm was having several friends over the next
day. The note went on to say that he expected her at his home no
later then 5:00pm and that she was to wear something sexy because
she would not only be entertaining him but all his friends as
well.

As she sat dumbstruck starring at the note she didn't hear her
husband approach, didn't even realize that he was awake, until he
put his arms around her hugging her tightly. As his lips pressed
into her neck and his teeth nibbled playfully against her flesh
she shuddered, and despite her best effort she groaned
mournfully, in response he pulled back asking if there was
something wrong. She didn't answer, she couldn't. There was no
way that she could think of to tell him that instead of being at
home waiting faithfully for him with his supper on the table when
he got off work she was going to be across town entertaining
Scholm and God only knew how many other black men and that more
then likely it would be like that for many an evenings to come.


                          -- The End --


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