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I went back into the house through the sliding glass doors in the kitchen. There was a tall black youth at the sink filling a cup. He was filling it from a small glass bottle. He didn't seem to notice me until I opened the basement door. Then he turned just as I was heading down the stairs. He shot me a look of pure terror then disappeared as if fleeing a crime scene. I could have gone upstairs and looked for him. But, just as I was weighing that option, I heard my wife's slurred speech. Now come on baby. You know you want it.

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From the TV area came "Don't much matter what she loves. What the bitch wants is a fucking. Now you gonna give it to her or am I gonna have to come over there and do it? The TV was mounted on the back wall. I'd have to step into the room to see who was talking so crudely about my wife. Before I took that step my wife moved and turned her head toward the man behind her and mumbled something. He stepped back and Jill leaned over the table and fully stretched herself out. He unfastened his pants and pressed his black body against my wife's pale white ass.

Jill's mouth opened and I could hear the thick inhalation of her excitement. I could tell by the way she was talking she was very drunk. The black youth bared his teeth as he rubbed head of his enormous cock up and down my wife's belly. You've been wanting some of this all night. Now you gonna get it, not just one but all ours. We gonna give you a enough black cock so that you aint gonna want anything else. Once, twice then a third time he shoved. I heard Jill say "Your not having it". He snarled back "I fucking am" and grabbed her again.

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Now you fucking got it". Jill was in a state of utter bliss beneath the muscular eighteen year old black kid. She reached out to the side pockets of the table and held on as he savagely fucked her pussy. Through his relentless thrusts the black man took off his shirt and threw it on the chair in the corner. Then with a smile toward his friends he said, "I can't be getting my shit all sweaty, I got other bitches to get with tonight. Damn, Darnell you is too ugly. If it weren't for this MILF wanting some black cock, your cock would be as dry as a bone. Through Jill's moans and the clamour from upstairs I could only make out bits and pieces of what he was saying to my wife.

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Now she was nothing more than a receptacle; a white, mature unprotected baby maker. He laid his weight on top of her; sandwiching her between his dark skin and the hard table top. Then he flexed as if trying to push her down through the slate. He was emptying his black nuts into her pussy and making her his own. Jill must have realized this because she began to stir. No don't, don't I'm not on anything. Please don't, Please pull out. Oh my God please, I'm so sorry, please stop stop stop" "Bitch it's too late for all that shit. I busted a big ole nut in your pussy. Felt good didn't it? Yeah, it felt real good, just a couple of minutes ago you were pulling me down on you. Now you all crying and shit.

You best shape up cause you got more coming. But no, he pulled up his pants and put on his shirt. I got to check out the bitches in the yard. See you dogs later. Darnell took the steps two at a time and was gone almost instantly. From above, in the kitchen I heard Darnell say something and the floor creaked as if someone was stomping their feet but the door at the top of the steps remained closed and I turned my attention back to the pool table. A tall skinny black youth approached Jill. She had begun to get up and stand away from the pool table. She had her skirt in her fist but the approaching youth pulled it from her hand and tossed it back on to the floor.

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