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Chapter 79 – Girl Talk
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Copyright 2005
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"Mom and Daddy would just die if what happened at Dr. Freedman's ever got out," said Amanda Morrison softly sobbing as she recounted her recent ordeal at Dr. Freedman's mansion. Amanda had planned to tell no one. It was too embarrassing but once she and Cathy were together, she was unable to resist the urge to describe the horrible things that had befallen her.
She and her daughter-in-law, Catherine Davis Morrison, were in bed at the Arsenal Hill Governor's Mansion.
"Granddaddy and Grandmother Collins are probably spinning in their graves over the very idea of a female Collins having sexual intercourse with Negroes," said Amanda. "I can just picture them up in heaven looking down at me and shaking their heads in shame."
"Tell me everything," said Cathy attempting to comfort her older lover. The two women were intertwined facing each other exchanging kisses.
"I was blackmailed. I had no other choice. He could ruin me. No one in Charlotte would speak to me if they knew what I did," said Amanda. "Sidney Freedman has taken over control of my life."
"You said he had you gang raped and you can't do anything about it," said Cathy.
"Right, I'm helpless. I have to go back in two weeks for God knows what kind of abomination he can think of to humiliate and degrade me."
"He blackmailed you into having sex with a group of young men," said Cathy.
"Yes, African Americans."
"There were twenty five of them?" said Cathy who was curled up in her mother-in-law's arms. Cathy was having trouble accepting the idea that Amanda had allowed herself to be violated by anyone not of the Caucasian race. Although Cathy did not share Amanda's racist attitude, she was well aware of Amanda's feelings about other races.
"Twenty four, I was told but I didn't count. Most of them had me twice and some three times. They were all college age," said Amanda burying her face in the crook of Cathy's neck and sobbing loudly. "They used me orally and towards the end when my pussy got all sloppy anally. I was so sore the next day I could barely walk. The back of my throat was raw from where they held my head back and pushed their cocks in my throat. I thought they were going to choke me to death. The laughed every time they let me up for air and my saliva drooled out onto my tits. They treated me the same savage way they treat their own women."
Earlier that day Amanda had hosted her monthly luncheon for the Preservation Committee composed of wealthy Charleston women who made it their business to raise funds for the maintenance and restoration of Arsenal Hall, the Governor's Mansion After luncheon was finished and a decision made to purchase an ante bellum writing desk that was looted from the mansion during the burning of Charleston by the Yankees, Amanda and Cathy had raced upstairs to Amanda's bedroom.
Between passionate kisses, they had undressed one another as they slowly progressed across the room. Their lovemaking had been intense each woman greedy for the orgasm they knew the other could provide.
Two pair of thong panty was looped over the bedpost of the antique bed that dated from the time when Charleston harbor was busy with ships filled with bales of cotton destined for the grim factories of England. The Arsenal Hill Governor's Mansion was steeped in the tradition of what many considered the most Southern of the Southern states.
A trail of designer clothes was strewn across the carpet from the bedroom door to the bed. A double dildo still gleaming on both ends from female fluids rested on the foot of the bed. Having temporarily satiated her lust, Amanda began her tale of blackmail and defilement to the astonished Cathy.
"Yes, Africans, not even American Negroes, they were foreign exchange students studying at SC under some insane scholarship program that Sidney Freedman's foundation funds," said Amanda unburdening herself to the one person she cared about.
"How do you know that," said Cathy reaching to Amanda's breast and gently capturing her nipple to roll it back and forth?
"Each one made an announcement before he mounted me. Part of their objective was to humiliate me. Brother Markham, that's Sidney's assistant, lead me into the room naked like I was white trash and told them I was theirs for the next five hours."
"Five hours, you were fucked for five hours? You poor woman, it's a wonder they didn't screw you to death. Announcement, what kind of announcement?"
"Jamal Obujongo, I'm a junior at SC, studying textiles. I'm a member of the Kikuyu tribe from Kenya. Each one said something like that before the put his black cock in me. It was like I was in some horrible National Geographic documentary. It would have been funny if it hadn't been so disgusting. I have never felt so dispirited. Even that time I passed out at the Sigma Chi house in college and Kyle let all his fraternity brothers have me."
"Kyle did that and you still married him," said Cathy?
"I almost decided not to but that was how I got pregnant with Michelle. My parents forced him to marry me."
"So Michelle may not be his?"
"I consider Michelle's father to be the University of South Carolina's chapter of Sigma Chi."
"Kyle's a slime ball. That's a terrible thing to say about my father-in-law but its' the truth," said Cathy.
"It was really my fault. Any girl that gets drunk and passed out a college fraternity party deserves what she gets. My best friend, Mimi Roberts, drank half a bottle of Jaggermeister at the spring SAE ball. The next day, her panty was flapping in the breeze from the SAE flagpole with the names of the fellows who had her written on the seat. Poor Mimi was terribly upset. She didn't remember a thing about it other than her female parts were scraped raw."
"Frat boys are awful. Times haven't changed. Several of my girlfriends wound up pulling trains while semi-conscious. How did it happen?" said Cathy.
"I was a silly coed and wanted to have a good time. It was the second semester of my senior year. I should have known better. I smoked a joint with Kyle then drank four Southern Comfort Manhattans. My head started spinning and I told Kyle I needed to lie down," said Amanda.
"You'll be safe in my room," said Kyle and I believed it like the lovesick idiot I was at the time. He took me up to the room that he shared with a fellow named Mark Winston from Greenville. Immediately, I saw there was a potential problem but I was too blown away to exercise sound judgment. Mark was in bed with this girl named Chloe Saunders from Trenton, New Jersey. Her people supposedly had a lot of money but Chloe was nothing but Yankee trash. Strange but now that I think about it she used to hang around after the basketball games waiting for Sidney Freedman. White, black, yellow, Chloe Saunders would screw anything with a cock but she preferred black basketball players. Chloe was always bragging about how their peckers were bigger than white boys and they lasted longer once they were inside her pussy and a black could get it up quicker after they dropped their first load."
"There are a lot of white women who prefer men of color," said Cathy thinking about her own Mother's preference for Hispanics.
"But Mark was a white boy and when Kyle and I walked in she was on top of him ridding his cock. And she didn't stop or anything when we opened the door and walked inside. She was a shameless little whore. She just kept bouncing up and down on Mark's cock and chanting obscenities."
"So there were already two people making love when you got to Kyle's room at the frat house?"
"If you call making love, grunting like a pig and screaming, "Mark, fuck me harder, motherfucker'. There was nothing ladylike about Chloe Saunders."
"Whatever happened to her?" said Cathy?
"She moved back up to New Jersey and married a stock broker who works on Wall Street. We exchange cards at Christmas. She has the cutest little granddaughter."
"So how were you raped? Did Kyle go first?"
"Chloe went first. Kyle spun me around unzipped my strapless gown and there I was in my pantyhose. He pushed me on the bed and ripped them off leaving me buck-naked. If I hadn't been drunk and high, I would have died from embarrassment."
"What did Kyle say?" said Cathy.
"Let's see some lesbo action, Chloe," announced my fiancé. "Chloe hopped off Mark's cock, pushed me on my back and forced me to do sixty-nine with her. Slammed her dripping cunt down on my face and started rooting in my sex like a starving hog in a cabbage patch. She was so noisy and aggressive about it that I didn't have any choice but to go along. Besides, she was half dyke and really knew how to eat pussy. I stuck my mouth on her pussy and returned the favor."
"Was that your first time with a girl," asked Cathy.
"No, but the others were nice southern girls who went to Addison Country Day School with me. Kyle and Mark shared a beer ass they watched us. Kyle hauled out his cock and started playing with it while he told us how hot he was getting watching us. The two of them sat down on the other bed and played with themselves while Chloe and I munched each other's rug. They just sat wacking off while we ate pussy."
"Did Chloe do this," said Cathy sliding down in the bed to lick Amanda's pussy.
"Not as good as you, darling. I love you so much," said Amanda spreading her legs wider to accommodate her daughter-in-law's lust.
"Then you passed out?" said Cathy positioning herself between Amanda's legs to provide her oral sex. Amanda's tale of fraternity rape had rekindled Cathy's lust and she decided to satisfy her desires for oral sex while she listened.
"I'm not sure when I ever passed out. As soon as I reached an orgasm, Mark and Kyle drug Chloe off me. I had to satisfy them both at once. Chloe was playing with my boobs pinching my nipples hurting them while Mark and Kyle pounded my mouth and pussy. When they finished, Kyle came up with the idea of a contest. Cathy, sweetheart, I love it when you eat my pussy. How about a finger or two up my ass?"
"And I love to eat your pussy. It's so warm and sweet. You taste better than any woman I've ever had. What kind of contest?" said Cathy as she dipped her index finger in Amanda's vagina to wet it then pushed the first joint of the lubricated digit into Amanda's sphincter. Amanda grunted her satisfaction when her rectum was penetrated.
"Kyle called it a fuck off. Chloe and I were the competitors. Whoever could get the most guys to orgasm inside of two hours won. Later, when the line got out the door and down the stairs, they extended it to three hours. Sigma Chi had a huge pledge class that year."
"Who won," asked Cathy?
"I did. You know how horny grass makes me. Kyle's dealer had a mule that worked for United Airlines. It was coming in from Hawaii, real Maui-wowie, none of that cheap Mexican shit. I went sort of crazy. Chloe was also a cheerleader and I guess you could say we were competitors. Kyle told me later that I was like a sex machine. I made them lay on their back while I sucked them hard. Once they had an erection, I climbed on and rode them until they blew their load. I'd grab a tissue and wipe out my snatch while another took their place. After three hours, I'd done five more guys than Chloe."
"Then you passed out?" said Cathy taking long slow licks of Amanda's pussy.
"Yeah, and when I woke up next morning, there was this pimply-faced kid fucking me in the ass dog style. That hurt like hell."
"Anal hurts at first. Where was Kyle?" said Cathy slowly inserting one end of the double dildo in Amanda's vagina.
"Yeah, Catherine, fill my hole up. Shove that dildo in me and work my cunt," said Amanda adjusting her position.
"I'm going to put the other end in your ass. Tell me you want me to ass fuck you," said Catherine bending the long double dildo in the middle and pushing the faux cock head against Amanda's sphincter.
"Yes, darling, please stick that rubber dick in my ass. Please, I need my rectum filled," said Amanda straining to push her sphincter against the latex cock head.
"Tell me where was Kyle while this pledge was packing down your shit," said Cathy?
"He was lying right there beside me rubbing the pledge's butt and squeezing his balls. Kyle's bisexual. When's he's drunk, he likes to suck the occasional cock or bury his prick in a boy's ass. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw my intended was licking the boy's butthole. As soon as he got him wet enough, he mounted the kid. He made this cute little squeaky sound when Kyle filled his butthole. I don't think it was the first time that Kyle's dick had been in the kid's rear. I was on the bottom getting crushed. The pledge was getting a sandwich fuck. When I looked over at the other bed, there was Chloe watching us with this big stupid smile on her face. As soon as the pledge dropped his load in my rear, Kyle released in the boy's butt."
"Sounds totally depraved. So what happened at Doctor Freedman's? How was it compared to the other time you pulled a train?" said Cathy.
"It was more humiliating. Sidney made me undress and play with myself while he and Brother Markham laughed at me. He stuck his fingers in my orifices. I thought he was going to fuck me. You know that stupid darkie always had a thing for me. He even asked out on a date when we were at SC together," said Amanda.
"You didn't go," said Cathy using both hands to force the U-shaped dildo into Amanda's vagina and rectum.
"No, I told him I didn't date coons. He's always hated me for saying that," said Amanda.
"And now he has power over you," said Cathy recalling that whatever goes around comes around.
"Enough power to force me to lie down on a wrestling mattress on the floor and let all those Africans have me."
"And all twenty four were from Africa?" said Cathy her mouth working Amanda's clit as she dildo fucked her.
"Yes, all over Africa, Zimbabwe, Uganda, Angola, even South Africa, they covered the continent," said Amanda. "Sidney said he wanted me violated by pure Negroes uncorrupted by Caucasian or American Indian blood."
"You poor thing, it must have been horrible for you," said Cathy before taking Amanda's labia in her mouth and gently pulling and twisting it.
"Michelle was there and so was Traci," said Amanda. "That made it more terrible."
"No, no fucking way, that's crazy. Your daughters, what were they doing there? Surely they weren't involved in anything sexual," said Cathy totally shocked.
"They're both sluts. I know that sounds harsh coming from their own mother but my two girls are whores who'll sleep with anybody."
"I've heard rumors about Michelle but Traci's just barely a teenager. She's only fourteen."
"Traci may be fourteen but she bragged to me she's been performing oral sex since she was eleven," said Amanda. "Both my girls have been fucking Sidney Freedman. They're hoping he gets them pregnant so they'll have his cute little black baby. I'll kill myself if they do."
"Heaven help us, what is the world coming to?" said Cathy placing her mouth on Amanda's clitoris then slowly taking it in her mouth and tonguing it. Cathy was rhythmically working both ends of the dildo into Amanda whose heels were digging into the bed contracting her core muscles.
"Your hands are always so warm and soft," said Amanda arching her back to push her sex against Cathy's hand. "Michelle was present when I was gang raped. She helped them defile her own mother. She kneeled on the edge of the mattress and sucked them hard before they raped me. Later, some of them fucked her too. You should have seen her. She was in cock heaven. Michelle could not get enough black dick. Upstairs, my sweet little Traci was ridding Sidney's cock while she watched me being raped on television."
"It was on television," said Cathy?
"Closed circuit. Brother Markham had a fancy digital video camera mounted on a tripod filming my gang rape," said Amanda.
"Technology has brought so many changes. There are video cameras all over downtown Charleston and in the malls. We're all being watched. Perverts are sneaking them into the Ladies John to film a poor girl taking a pee. I haven't asked the one obvious question. What does Sidney Freedman have on you?" said Cathy.
"I'm so close to orgasm. Please let's finish and then I'll tell you," said Amanda.
"All right, Amanda, you just relax and think dirty nasty thoughts while I get you off," said Cathy reapplying her mouth to Amanda's clitoris.
Amanda's heels strained against the mattress as she arched her back pressing her sex to take more of the double dildo lodged in her vagina and rectum. Amanda's pleasure built as Cathy stimulated her sensitive areas. Eight inches of thick latex was pulsing into her cervix while the same length was forcing its passage of her bowels. Inside her, she could feel that a thin wall of tissue separated the two objects. Cathy's mouth engulfed her clitoris pulling and teasing it with her lips and tongue.
"Fuck me you black bastards," screamed Amanda as her orgasm started. In her mind, she was back at Dr. Freedman's. When she looked up, there was a dark chocolate young man with beautiful white teeth on top of her. Two dozen black men surrounded her fisting their cocks anxious for their turn. Her daughter Michelle's hand was racing up and down a long black cock as Michelle's tongue swirled around the reddish cock head.
"He's fucking you next, you slut," silently mouthed Michelle when he stopped licking the man's dick for a moment.
Minutes went buy before Amanda recovered from her orgasm enough to speak.
"Sidney has a digital video of your batchelorette party, the one at the hotel," said Amanda pulling Cathy back into her arms.
"I don't understand. I didn't see anybody taking pictures," said Cathy.
"The cameras were concealed," said Amanda. "There must have been more than one. It was a very professional job. Sidney showed it to me. You and I along with the rest of the women were filmed from all angles. It was like a Roman orgy."
"I thought it odd that nobody was willing to admit they invited male entertainers. I just assumed that you or Mom arranged for them. They were all so good looking. And they were hung like horses. One of them told me he lived in the Silver Lake area of Los Angeles. Christ, we went crazy that night. If they have that on video, we're all finished," said Cathy despondently.
"Exactly, your mother was the first woman naked and the first to go down on a dancer," said Amanda. "I remember thinking this is getting out of hand and I should do something about it. A minute later I was naked on my knees sucking one of those incredible cocks for all I was worth. But your Mom did lead the way."
"I don't know how Dad puts up with her. She is nothing but a slut that goes crazy for Latino pricks. Last year, she and Dad were at the hospital Christmas party and he caught her in a utility closet fucking one of the waiters, a Puerto Rican. She actually paid him to screw her," said Cathy.
"There are hours of video of every woman present including the bar tender the hotel provided dancing naked, performing oral sex and getting fucked in all three holes. I never understood what got into us. We've all done some crazy things but that was too insane," said Amanda.
"Not that it matters now, but I think we were drugged," said Cathy. "A friend of mine who is normally very shy likes to go to Rave's and take Liquid Ecstasy. She claims that once the X kicks in, she'll take on any man or woman in the place. She loses all her inhibitions. She strips and walks around naked offering herself to anybody who'll take her. She does it right on top the tables."
"Sidney also has a video of the two of us," said Amanda.
"At my batchelorette party?" said Cathy.
"No, at your apartment in your bedroom," said Amanda. "He threatened to turn over pictures of us making love to Kyle's political enemies. He was also going to post the video on a WEB site for anyone to download."
"So that's why you allowed twenty four Africans to rape you," said Cathy.
"That's not all. Sidney insists that you come with me this Saturday," said Amanda. "This time I am to be your fluffer and you will be gang raped."
"No, no way, I'm not going to become Sidney Freedman's fuck toy," said Cathy.
"Then he'll ruin all of us including your Mother, sister, friends plus me and my daughters. Those images will be all over the Internet. We'll never be able to appear in public again," said Amanda.
"Blackmail never ends," said Cathy.
"The Amazon's who kidnapped me and took me to Sidney's place assured me that after May 12 it will all be over. They work for Senator Williams. I have her word on this. I talked to her personally," said Amanda.
"May 12, why May 12," said Cathy? "What's Senator Williams got to do with this?"
"That's the day after the state's Democratic Primary election. Senator Williams is controlling all this. Doctor Sidney Freedman works for her," said Amanda.
"So I get to spend five hours on my back getting fucked by two dozen black college students," said Cathy.
"Yes, if you don't want your life ruined," said Amanda.
"And you will be there with me?" said Cathy.
"Sucking every dick before it goes in your sweet pussy," said Amanda slipping down in the bed to lick Cathy's clitoris.
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