A Statistic From 1951 — A Short Story

A small town in Indiana. Tammy, a 22-year-old housewife, decides to roller-skate. George spots her and decides she’s worth the risk. White pussy time!

A small town in Indiana, near Cleveland. Tammy, a 22-year-old housewife enjoying the day after finding her old roller skates somewhere in the attic. George, a delivery man taking a break, spots her and decides she’s worth the risk (of getting lynched by a white mob).

He calls his brother and tells him to be at the Mr. Maxwell’s warehouse, which is deserted and he knows it. The brother is already hard when he’s told they’re going to have a white girl. George’s brother WILL be there as sure as stars above. The brothers usually prefer their own women, but white women just fascinate them. They’re so curious to see one in her Eve outfit!

George waits for her with his panel truck already open. He grabs her, ties her up and tosses her inside the trunk after putting a bandana into her mouth as a crude gag. Nobody saw him! In that white neighborhood… He can count his lucky stars. This was a bold move. He sweats as he realizes the risk he’s just taken.

He drives his panel truck with Tammy gagged, and still audibly cursing, in the trunk. As he exits the town on the country road, the radio plays a song he loves… Catch ‘Em Young, Treat ‘Em Rough, Tell ‘Em Nothin’.

He can’t wait to get to the warehouse.

He drives by a cop. His hands tense up at the wheel. Cops have a habit of stopping colored men for no reason. No reason other than a reminder of who’s boss. The cop drives by, unsuspecting. Phew.

At last, the warehouse…

George finds his big tall brother leaning on the wall and waiting for the booty.

They get her inside. They love her voice as she curses, resists and writhes in their grasp.

***

She’s gorgeous with her clothes on!

They’ll never forget the ripping sound when they tear her shirt and rip her bra off! She won’t either! She can’t believe she’s sandwiched between two colored men!

Her skirt gets pulled off her legs, so white! Her feet are cock-hardening once those roller skates come off. Her panties will be kept as a trophy.

Tammy can’t wrap her head around what’s happening! She’s both terrified and fascinated. She gets to see what very few white gals actually see… A black cock. No, two black cocks.

Usually, there’s one big brother, one little brother, but here, as Tammy can see, it’s two Big Brothers.

They pin her down on that dusty warehouse floor.

George’s brother, strong as a bull, holds her while George enters.

As she’s being raped, Tammy’s distorted face is just the same as if she just swallowed a dozen of bitter lemons. She’s all tensed up, breasts jiggling under sweating George.

His brown face with full lips is just inches above her…
Tammy can’t help it… As she’s being rocked under the colored barrage of thrusts he’s giving her for free, Tammy thinks more and more of her sensitive tits so close to his mouth. She secretly hopes he’ll suck them. Very few white girls have had their tits sucked by such brown lips.

Tammy doesn’t even realize she’s got her legs all wrapped around George, who frantically pounds her as he passes his edge and then, he screams his delight right against her face, “AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRR White tramp — HRRRNN DDDJJ NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!”

She’s filled up proper! A classy chassis, now with African cream. Good fresh cream and lot’s of it! A Cleveland pudding. Hot and steamy.

“Thank you, Ma’am!” George blurts out, still panting, as he leaves her and gets back up to his feet.

Tammy’s lying there, filled up with negro ammo. She’s silent, shocked and flattened by what just happened. A white girl, filled up by a colored man. It’s like trying to fit a square with a circle… No dice!

Yet, there’s a dice! A big fat dice!

George’s brother is the bigger one of two big brothers. Tammy’s jaw drops as she sees IT. The Thing!

“No… Please… Please, don’t…”

As she pleas, Tammy knows she can’t fool herself. A growing part inside her actually wants that strong negro to put his big stick inside her to fix her clock.

George’s brother lies down upon her. He finds and sucks her tits. The dough of her pale mounds yield under his nose, his kissing mouth, his licking tongue… The impossible is right there, under his nose, and she smells like heaven!

As he tits gets sucked by the large negro, she’s unable to keep herself from moaning.

Both men laugh. The white lass’s loving this.

George sucks and sucks and sucks on… Tammy moans harder and louder, louder… Louder! LOUD!!!

She’s getting her longest and best tit-sucking session ever. She explodes! Her face blushing, sweating all over with her tits swollen. She explodes and lets out a long series of high-pitched groans. If he took more time in the foreplay, her husband would know that Tammy can orgasm from breast sucking alone. Such girls do exist, and Tammy’s one of them.

A white girl’s secret that only black men know.

George’s brother is now done with her slobber-coated tits. He covers her abdomen with hot African kisses, licks her navel and moves further south to get his thick lips acquainted with her white wife’s carpet… a triangle of dark velvet waiting for him.

“Oh, my God!” Tammy moans. “I… Please… Let me go!”

“Not yet! Not yet, Ma’am!” George replies as he looks on.

Tammy’s not resisting. Did she ever resist, actually? She was too frightened and surrendered at once. But now… Oh, God! Those big boys know their way around with a girl! Tammy had no idea that colored men could be this good as lovers.

George’s big brother presently rises from where he was kissing and licking her muff.

“Now, Ma’am, I’m going to punish you!”

Tammy stops breathing! “This is IT! This is IT…” she thinks and braces for the upcoming BOMB inside her…

Nothing?!

She feels kisses on her legs. It gets lower. Lower leg. Her legs are on fire! Why does it feel so good? She’s being raped! By black men! She shouldn’t be enjoying any of it! This is the worst thing that can happen to a Yankee girl! What is she now, a tramp? A tramp?! But she’s a good wife! Is she?

“Yes, Milady, you’re a lovely little tramp! You’re short and petite, but that’s how we like them white girls!” George bellows, hammering her soul with each word.

Being called Milady while naked with two negroes gets Tammy very wet and ready to be fucked. And oh… Those fat lips kissing her feet! No man has ever made love to her with such gusto. Her husband just goes in, bangs her and he’s quickly done.

The brother spends much time learning about a white girl’s feet and their geography where all is dainty, pale and rosy. Tammy finds herself unable to complain. She begs them to please let her go, now and then. She realizes she doesn’t really want them to let her go. She’s just saying this to save face. Protesting actually arouses her even more.

“Oh, Good Lord Jesus! She tastes even better than she looks!” the brother says as he can’t get enough of Tammy’s lovely little feet.

“You sure love her feet, brother!” George says, grinning.

“Help me turn her around. I want to taste her white butt!”

“Oh, my God! Nooo… Please…”

As Tammy begs, she feels her womanhood explode with wild anticipation… A colored mouth, kissing her bum?! Impossible!

Such impossibility translates into a big fat kiss on her soft bum that gets Tammy moaning like a branded tramp.

“She’s a tramp all right!” George says. “All white wives are tramps who secretly wish for a colored man to fill up their pussy.”

“Nice words of wisdom, little brother! But now’s the time to buck Milady! Do you hear this, white tramp? I’m gonna take you like a breeding stallion!”

“A black stallion!” George adds while contemplating the vast paleness of Tammy’s butt, now under negro hands. “Too bad your husband isn’t there to see this!”

Tammy screams as the big brother sinks his enormous cock inside her. He bars her butt with his shadow.

She takes him on her knees and elbows, with her face sliding on the dusty floor as the big man rocks her with his heavy pounding. He’s a bull! A Minotaur! A big African Minotaur!

She feels his strong hands around her waist… She moans like a tramp… “AAaaah, aaaaa- aaaaa- aaaaah Nooo! Noo! Please! Don’t… aAAAa… Aaa– aaaaaa Noo aaaah…— AAAAA-aaA AAAAAAA…”

“Come on brother! Show her! Breed her! Yeah! Breed her! White girls! Very good fuck!” George yaps as he masturbates, waiting his turn.

As he’s about to hit his jackpot, the big brother stoops down on Tammy. He wraps her under him, and cups her tits from behind as he presses himself against her, repeatedly and frantically exploring her with his monstrous cock…

Tammy hits her own jackpot and nearly deafens her rapist with high-flying moans. It sounds as if she’s in pain. This is pleasure that alters. She’ll never be the same wife again.

The big brother growls and groans. It’s a loud victory as he blissfully shoots his ammo inside the white housewife. No more social distance between them. The color line is shattered. He’s just one big cock, pulsating inside her pussy, exploding inside her. One blast of ammo, then another, then another one, even creamier…

Each blast of Cleveland cream leaves him breathless as he exhales and clinches her soft hips while emptying all his spunk…

Tammy’s having a hard time believing this isn’t a dream. She scolds herself for not using the word “nightmare”. Why does her body enjoy this so much? She’s being raped for all that’s holy!

She doesn’t even realize that it’s now George kneeling behind her.

“Let’s see what Milady feels like from behind. Let’s fuck her like the white bitch she is!”

Tammy recognizes the man’s voice. It’s the delivery man. She’s seen him a couple of times before. He seems to find reasons to come and loiter in her white neighborhood. She knows why.

She get’s punished once again. Another round of colored sex. Forced colored sex. No choice but to endure it. Her body betrays her morals. It enjoys it.

Once George has filled the deserted, dusty warehouse with his final scream of bliss, his big brother takes over! He gives Tammy another round! He’s like a bull!

Tammy moans on and on, and on… Her face always sliding on the dusty floor with her now-sore elbows supporting her rocked weight while her protruding butt gives the negro the time of his life. He can’t believe he’s fucking a white wife! No, he can’t!

The impossibility gets summed up by the vastness of his orgasm. This is INCREDIBLE! He never came so strong inside a girl! It feels like there are gallons of semen going inside her.

“We gonna give you a baby! Ohhh… Thank you, Ma’am!” the delivery man says as he gives her his last drop of sap.

After, they take her to a corner of the warehouse when she may take a piss.

Tammy feels beyond humiliated. As she pees in front of them, she learns that there are worse things than being naked and raped by colored men. Peeing in front of them is even worse.

After, they drink a Pepsi Cola each; they come in 8-oz bottles that look small next to their cocks. They give her an 8-oz Seven-Up.

“White drinks for the white lass! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!” George says as he hands her the soft drink. They seem to love the sight of her lips sealed around the tip of that empty 8-oz bottle.

Tammy likes Seven-Up, but it never tasted so good!

As she finishes her soft drink, she becomes aware they are staring at her. Staring at her mouth as she sucks in the last drops.

“Now, let’s see how Milady sucks!” George says.

“You can start by kneeling down and licking my snake!” the big brother adds.

Out of fear, and perhaps even more out of sheer fascination, Tammy readily kneels down.

The big brother comes to her and she touches his enormous cock. Her pale hand intensifies its darkness. It’s like a big stick of licorice!

“Now, Milady… Lick! Come on, lick! Imagine your husband’s here to see this. Lick!”

And Tammy licks!

She’ll never forget the strangely suave taste. The left-over sugar from her Seven-Up gives a strange zest of sweetness to the mix. And she licks, licks and licks on, feeling more and more aroused as she does so.

She grabs his wiener and keeps licking its full length. God, he’s so big!

George sees Tammy licking his brother. He loves the sight… The white wife kneeling at a negro’s feet. Licking his sex!

The big brother’s going big again.

Tammy holds IT in her hand and massages IT. She keeps licking IT, very actively, like a good girl should.

Before she realizes what she’s doing, she already has IT in her mouth! The white housewife now has her mouth filled with a big black cock! Cleveland sausage from the black meat market.

The muffled sucking sounds are filling the warehouse as Tammy looks up at the thickly muscled torso of that big brother. He raped her shirtless. He’s now standing shirtless, his grunting face so far above her… Six feet tall!

She feels so dominated! Her white skin’s burning and sweating all over!

Tammy keeps it up. Her lips are sealed around the slobber-coated cock. Everything slides so well with a white-girl spit-polish!

He’s grunting. The big brother’s grunting!

“Oh, Milady… Would you like it if I came on your tits?”

“Yes!”

Tammy didn’t think. She just said it.

Both men laugh.

What was she thinking?!! Why did she have to say yes? She’s being raped! Forced to do things she would normally never consider doing. Forced to do the unwatchable. Thank God her husband doesn’t see this! He must never know!

Her hand keeps massaging the big brother. He’s sounding almost hurt as he now grunts powerfully, and it’s increasing!

Tammy suddenly feel the change. The big man is shivering!

“AAah! Aaah, aaah yeah! Yes! The white girl!” he blurts out.

He pulls out of her mouth and grabs his cock and masturbates, just as he enters his own African kingdom of no-return.

And like a Zulu warrior enjoying a white captive girl, he bursts out in a wide splattering of cum!

“AAaahh… AAAAAa–AAAAAAAAHHHH YES!!!” he yells out as he forcefully shoots several hot ropes on Tammy’s exposed tits. One of her rosy nipples almost completely disappears under a dollop of milky semen as the rain of sperm graces those pale tits with a warm coat of shimmering stickiness.

George has been masturbating. He joins in the fun.

He pressure-masturbates himself frantically, coming just at Tammy. He releases a massive load!

Tammy gets all of it on her tits.

“You shouldn’t be so gorgeous! You shouldn’t be so white! This shouldn’t be allowed!… We… We… AAAAaaahhh, GOD!!!” George hollers in a scolding tone as he gives Tammy’s breasts a second coating of rancid stickiness.

She’s smelling like negro sperm all over!

George takes her brown hair and uses it to wipe his cock. His brother follows suit.

They leave her like that.

***

Tammy remains alone in the deserted warehouse. She hears the panel truck as its motor comes to life. The humming motor sound gets weaker, weaker. Then, it’s no more.

She dresses herself back, secretly wishing that a bunch of colored kids would stumble into this place and find her there.

She’s very much relieved, with a stinging note of secret disappointment as she slowly makes her way back toward the town. Walking isn’t easy. She’s sore all over. She’s hurting nearly everywhere.

There’s a gas station. There, the man and his wife notice the state of her clothes, the mess of her hair and how exhausted she is. But they say nothing. They let her use their phone and give her food.

She does NOT call her husband. She calls her twin sister, Judy. She knows she can trust Judy to keep the secret.

Ten minutes later, she’s back home. Her husband isn’t even back from the office yet. If she hurries, she’ll be able to take a shower, put on a neat dress and cook dinner, almost just in time.

The husband kisses his young wife and compliments her about how lovely her hair smells.

“Oh, it’s that new shampoo,” she replies with a voice lower than usual, her face blushing. There’s a light that’s no longer there in her now-duller eyes.

Her husband doesn’t notice.

“I’m starving to death, honey… Oh, macaroni and cheese! Nice!”

“Yeah, I felt like having something creamy.”

***

George had the time of his life. He was curious to know what it’s like with a white lass. He got one. Once. He even got away with it.

But will he stop there? Won’t he do it again now that he’s tasted white pussy?

That’s how criminals get caught. They get greedy. They get bolder. They do it again. And again.

Tammy’s back at her house with her one-year-old son. She secretly hopes George will strike again. She’ll never tell her husband and prays to God she doesn’t get pregnant.

*** The End. ***

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