Deep South Breeding

Part of me was sure that within five minutes Billy would have Lorissa sucking his cock. Unhappily though the sound of an engine caused him to sit up and peer to the rear door. Tom was far to clever to risk pulling up outside in broad daylight. Especially when his truck contained five other black men who had taken the afternoon off to pork the towns most eligible young lady. The slamming of doors echoed and my friend led the way, tripod and camera in hand. 
‘Lorissa!’ he grinned. “Great to see you at last’. Lori stood, brushed her hips and put out her hand. ‘Wow you are gorgeous’ he whistled making her blush. The guests who followed were each between 25 and 35 and their clothes suggested the poverty of their condition. Rough jeans, boots and checked shirts. Lori’s eyes widened and she seemed apprehensive as they lined into the small room. A look of excitement and undue intimidation on her face. She had undoubtedly heard stories of the vulgarity and savageness of the black race from her Aunt. Well, now she was going to find out just how ungentlemanly these men could be. Each held a strong physique and knew what was in store. They gathered around the bed, imposing themselves, looking at the white girl with a combination of lust and determination. Groans from the thick Alabama accents filled the small room and one of the younger men named Tyrone took her hand. She blushed with embarrassment obviously keen on him. 
‘Hot damn!. How ol’ are you sweetypie?’ he asked her. 
‘I’m 17 sir’ replied Lorissa making the man grin as she answered him formally. 
‘You got a 17 year ol’ pussy fo me then?’ he grinned. 
‘Never been fucked either’ came another. 

Tom directed everyone to the beers while he set up, taking time to shake my hand as the smiling Lori enjoyed the attention from her new friends. The young sweetheart looked around at the group and I remained delighted as they teased and touched her. Two were sat on either side on the bed now Billy had been pushed down the pecking order. I wondered how they would decide whom would be the first to pop this sluts virgin cherry. One thing was for certain. Each was here to take serious advantage of this teenage slut. Just as I’d planned. Not even the few who rubbed their cocks with blatant intent could fault her. It was Danielle who put a cap on matters. The 35 year old self confessed “black cock loving slut” was here. Wearing sunglasses and a brown leather top and pants she promoted a confident air as she arrived. Her auburn hair was styled in a perm and her round, tits bobbling inside her top suggesting sure lack of a bra. Danielle had a great figure and everyone in town knew she liked to show it off. She went over to her husband and kissed his cheek, smiling at several of the men she knew.
‘Your pretty cute’ she came at last, her blue eyed gaze resting on the smiling Lorissa. Perhaps amused at the naivety and innocence of the girl. 
‘Thankyou’ Lori answered politely, bringing a smile from Danielle. Maybe she wasn’t as pretty as the younger girl. Not that that bothered her. She was real southern belle and had a great butt. She was pretty eager for it too and joked with the men.

The room, including Tom and myself now contained six, extremely imposing Negro males, Lorissa and Danielle. Though there was no denying who was in charge here for we would not have stood a chance against whatever desires they held. That of course, meant the prime gang fucking of both girls. Having set up the encounter Tom and I remained apprehensive. Partly as to what extent they would go and also how the girl herself would respond once everything began to happen. For a small room it was pretty cramped but we would manage. In fact the closeness with which the men surrounded young Lorissa undoubtedly had an effect on her. Everyone was admiring the new girl; boasts and taunts telling as much as the beer began to flow. She looked cute and a real treat, swallowing dryly and gasping a little because it was all starting to happen now. I managed to lean across and whisper in her ear. 
‘Do you think they like me?’ she asked quietly. 
‘They think you’re lovely’ I told her and the teenager beamed.

I thought directly of Catherine. She didn’t know what we were up too and that excited me. Our old fashioned town was about to learn a lesson and the look of intent on the black bulls faced showed they made to carry it out. One of lean hunger and the intent to dominate the two white cunts. It was time to change and show these bulls what they were in for. It excited me that both should be extremely willing to impress as possible. Tom took his suitcase from the floor and put it on the second bed. Inside were several costumes. From a burger bargirl, to a tightly folded wedding dress which I presumed was Danielle’s own. Lorissa was crammed between two men one of whom had a very broad and deep Alabama accent with chocolate brown skin. The other was called Jim Clay, a foreman and one with whom Tom organised prior sessions. For a moment Lori smiled at me when she saw the wedding dress, perhaps thinking of our own big day. Nevertheless, with slight thought Tom took out a black, leather outfit for Danielle and handed it too her. Lori had her own surprise in her bag so we all waited until, after some minutes in the bathroom, the belle emerged with the outfit on. It was made of black leather with silver studs up the sides and straps across her tits, the underside of which showed through quite perfectly. With black high heels she twirled for the mob and stretched her long, extremely shapely legs. To her, this seemed a game and she winked probably eager to see Lori’s pert teenage breasts herself. Everyone looked pretty excited, smiles all around and there were calls from the horny bulls as she stepped past them and closed the door behind her. 

The wait was longer than necessary. Yet I could picture my young fiancée nervously checking herself in the bathroom mirror. When the pretty teenager finally stepped shyly out from the door she received several shouts and whoops.
‘Hot Damn!’ came the cry. Lorissa was, as planned, wearing a thin see-through lavender leotard, about three sizes too small for her with bunched socks and white lacy boots. She had nothing underneath and her bare tits pushed out amazingly through the fabric, the small nipples firm and hard. Just like the outfit I remembered Catherine had bought Lori to wear in her early teens for her dancing lessons. In addition I had added some extras, namely a long, plastic pearl necklace and clip on matching earrings. With no bra or panties there was little to the imagination. In fact it was quite shocking as she stood magnificently in front of the men, soaking in their attention. The tall heeled boots looked fantastic and exceptionally pretty with white laces up the front. Just as the leotard looked so good on her teenage body. Lori blushed mightily at the response probably shy about being near naked in front of them. Looking away as Jim unzipped his pants and tugged out his long, thick skinned erection. That leotard hadn’t been worn in a few years and was really tight. The darkness of her neatly trimmed pussy showing and tugging tight up her crack.

Walking through the group to the bed, everyone, especially Billy grinned and ogled her. Jim, who perhaps by knowing me, also knew of my relationship with Lori put a big arm around her waist as she sat down. A sure sign of ownership that had my cock hard as a rock. The total teenage slut gripped her knees to stop her hands from shaking. So shy and so very sweet. Her round, curious eyes could hardly peel away from the sight of Jim’s long black girth, standing erect from his jeans. The same look I’d seen when I had shown her the albums of Danielle.
‘Your so fine’ one of them said and leaned across to kiss her blushing cheek. Tom too seemed flushed and well pleased. Lorissa looked so perfect. Everyone was staring at her. Under his instruction the two women stood together between the guys for a few photos. Lori seemed so naturally willing to do it. She was beaming and enjoying herself. Perhaps not fully realising that she would be getting fucked senseless before long. Her hair tumbling down her back, swaying as she did. Everyone was getting an eyeful of that ‘see through’ leotard and the delicious globes that bobbled on every movement. 

‘You wanna be a star Lorissa?’ Tom grinned. ‘We’re gonna make you a star’. The group stepped back, barking encouragement. ‘Spread your legs honey’ he said. Lorissa did so, the leotard stretching tightly up against her crack. ‘Look at this pussy guys’ he said. Glancing at me she did as she was told. Already there was a wet patch growing against the material, probably brought on for the fact that some of the other guys had their big, black cocks out and where jerking off; their fat balls bouncing furiously beneath their fists. 
‘Damn straight’ and
‘Real fine’ came the responses. It was quite a sight to see them all so huge and erect. Lorissa certainly felt so and I felt elated the sight of their dicks had her clearly so wet. ‘Ok honey’ Tom said, taking a hand-recorder out of his pocket. ‘Introduce yourself properly’. We’d already been over it and I’d instructed her to be dirty if she wanted her video. Everyone looked on as she told the men her name and her that she was only two weeks away from her 18th birthday. Lori clasped her hands on her knee and said that since she was six her Aunt had paid for her dancing lessons. Her voice was quiet as she spoke but very affectionately. When she was little she’d always wanted to a Ballerina. The leotard was one she’d actually worn for practise. Lori looked down to the white, dancing boots and said this outfit had always been special to her and that she wanted to lose her virginity wearing it. 
‘An who’ yo’ wanna take it baby?’ Alabama asked. ‘Black guys’ like us?’
‘Uh huh’ she nodded sensing this man was perhaps the last Negro on earth her aunt would want to see her with.

There were hoots of agreement and some clapping. ‘You look s’ah cute honey’ Tyrone smiled eyeing the pert and wonderfully rounded shapes of Lorissa’s beautiful tits. 
‘We sure gonna enjoy fuckin’ you’ added another deep voice. It was true, Lori did look very angelic and she admitted shyly that wearing these clothes made her feel very special. The guys looked suitably pumped up. Particularly after the ballerina speech. 
‘I’ve been practising all week’ she piped up as they made room, pushing the bed effortlessly against the wall. Tom held the camera and began filming her as Lori stood, hands clasped in front of the group. 
‘You gonna dance fo’ us honey?’ Alabama said, slouching back, his big greasy brown cock already in his hand and ready for a show. From the suitcase Tom took a tape deck, popped in a cassette and switched it on. With a crackle some classical music began playing and in the cramped space Lori began her routine.