2 Hot Blondes Get Abducted By Big Black Cocks Ch1-2 (Miri)

2 Hot Blondes Get Abducted By Big Black Cocks

by Miri

CHAPTER 1

COXVILLE

The taxicab pulled up in front of the Summers’ home and a lone, sad figure emerged from the back seat.  Harold Summers looked at his house mournfully. 

Why hadn’t Jenny and Kitty come to pick him up at the hospital like they’d said they would?  He had waited for them for hours, sitting in the lobby like a sad little puppy in his wheelchair until the sassy black nurse finally told him “girl, they ain’t comin for ya”.  He’d called their cell phones, called the house – nothing.  Finally, he’d had to just give in and call a taxi service. 

Harold picked up his bag and started toward the house when he was stopped in his tracks by a loud voice that made him jump.

“Yo, Miracle Whip!” called the taxi driver, an older black man, “this ain’t no charity drive!”

Harold was stunned for a second, then realized he had forgotten to pay the driver.  He flushed with embarrassment and fished out his wallet.  He had been so distracted, worried about why Jenny and Kitty hadn’t shown up and couldn’t be reached.

Harold handed the driver a $50 and waited for the change, but he just took it, grunted, “Aw, cracka’s a big tipper, thanks, Mr. Hellmans!” as he rolled up his window and drove away.

Harold didn’t know why he was calling him Mr. Hellmans the whole drive – he had been very clear that his name was Harold Summers, but… He shrugged and turned back to his house. His worry only increased when he saw that all the lights were off.  At this time of night, they wouldn’t be in bed yet.  It looked like nobody was home.

He opened the front door expecting a tearful greeting from his loving wife and teenage daughter, but they were nowhere to be seen.  A quick search of the house, calling out and looking for them confirmed that they were not there.  Checking the garage, Harold saw that Jenny’s car was gone. 

Harold knew they were going to go to Church in the morning, then to lunch and to run some errands.  But then they were supposed to pick him up at the hospital.  So, what was the hold up?  The longer Harold looked for them, the more worried he got.  He called his wife’s friends and even some of the parents of Kitty’s friends, but nobody had seen either one of them. Even more concerning, multiple people he talked to confirmed that Jenny and Kitty never went to Church that morning!  He looked in their rooms and could see they’d put on their nicest Sunday Church clothes, so they clearly meant to go.  But what happened?  Did they end up doing something else and didn’t tell anyone?

Harold decided to go all “Hardy Boys” on this conundrum and did some detective work of his own.  He checked their e-mail accounts - Jenny had all of Kitty’s account info written down so she could keep tabs on Kitty to make sure she didn’t get into anything dangerous online.  Nothing too unusual showed up in e-mail – it seemed like Kitty didn’t even use e-mail at all.

But when Harold checked Kitty’s laptop, he was in for a shock.  Checking his teenage daughter’s search history and Discord chats revealed a whole bunch of stuff he wished he hadn’t seen. 

For starters, Kitty had a LOT of Discord friends and seemed to have a dozen private chats and chat groups going at once and was a member of several servers with names like “Spaded Ladies”, “Queens of Spades”, “Snobunnies4L1fe”, etc.  All of the people she was DMing were black guys and all of them were hung and horny judging by the hundreds of dick pics they’d cumulatively sent his innocent little daughter.  There were also mysterious exchanges Harold couldn’t decode, clearly some mixture of black slang and Internet speak he wasn’t up on.  But dates and times were exchanged with all of the men, many of them multiple times and the men referred to bringing “friends”.  Harold only hoped they were just meeting up to go to the movies or something like that.  He wasn’t ready for his little girl to grow up so quick, and much less so for her to be some kind of black cock whore!

If the distraught white father had any doubt about Kitty’s proclivities after his Discord digging, going through Kitty’s search history cleared that right up.  It was basically 95% “big black cocks”, “mandingos”, “hot black thugs” and “black bulls” and 5% homework assignments.

Harold was thoroughly disgusted… but he couldn’t stop looking at all the incredibly hardcore images and videos of interracial sex popping up before him.  All those big black, muscled thugs pounding those tight little innocent white girls like animals.  Spanking them, pulling their hair, choking them, pinning their arms behind their back, calling them all sorts of humiliating names… and the girls were loving every minute of it, cumming harder than Harold ever remembered his own wife cumming (the couple times he could remember making her cum at all).

Totally disgusting… but the little pup tent in his pants betrayed the fact that he also found it exciting in a sick way…

Deep down the interracial sex video rabbit hole, Harold saw a link for an amateur video of some hot teacher taking it from a student.  The lonely househusband looked around surreptitiously, “oh… what’s the harm?” he said aloud to no-one in particular.  He quickly unzipped his pants and pinched his skinny white 3-incher between his finger and thumb.  He gave it a few short jerks until one weak dribble of thin cum leaked out of the tip and he immediately got drowsy. 

“Ahh, sweet sleep…” he was always tired because he didn’t get good sleep.  He’s been having constant nightmares of big black guys taking away his wife and daughter after that pool party.  The hapless hubby nodded off just as the girl on the video’s face was revealed – it was his wife, Jenny!  She was getting fucked over a desk by a new student – the video Ivana secretly took of the two of them weeks ago… Fortunately, Harold had already passed out and didn’t have to watch his wife get railed by a boy less than half his age but more than 4 times his size…

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CHAPTER 2

COXBURG

By the time they got to the gang’s crib, Jenny was coming to.  She was still being carried by Lowbeam.  Kitty was staggering out of the back of the van, her face a total mess of cum, drool and throat mucus.  She had already swallowed 4 large loads of nigger spunk on the drive.  But her mother Jenny had been left alone for some reason.

Jenny saw her disheveled daughter and reached out for her hand with concern, “oh, Kitty… are you okay?”

“Y-yeah…” Kitty rasped, her voice a bit weak from the rough throat-fucking she’d gotten on the way, “a little raw, but I’m fine.”

“At least it’s over, now,” Jenny sighed in relief.

“Ugh, where are we?” Kitty groaned with disgust at the urban decay around her.  The spoiled white teen had only ever experienced her clean, upper class white suburb.

“Oh God, no…” Jenny’s eyes went wide with fear, “I think this is Coxburg… south central, I’d guess.”

“Holy shit, that ghetto?!” Kitty gagged with disgust.

“Shhhh!” Jenny hushed her insensitive teenage daughter, “these people LIVE here!”

Kitty looked at her angry captors with fear.

Jenny spoke in a conspiratorial whisper, “once they let us go here, we can call Coach Black to come pick us up.”

“Don’t you mean Dad?” Kitty narrowed her eyes at her mother.

“Oh…” Jenny didn’t even realize she had subconsciously looked to her black lover as her savior over her own husband, “um, right.  Of course.  I just thought, since Coxburg is a very… black neighborhood…” she loud-whispered the word “black” as if it were a curse word.

Kitty rolled her eyes at her mom’s weak attempt to cover up her total crush on Coach Black.  She looked down from her at the huge, black man-mountain carrying her.

“That big one wouldn’t let anyone else even come close to you…” she told her mother, “I think he thinks he owns you or something”. 

The thought gave the blonde housewife a thrill and her pussy quivered and leaked a little.

Lowbeam carried Jenny while Donk (the shorter, stockier one) held Kitty’s arm firmly and pushed her forward as the group approached a particularly squalid looking building.  If not for the sound of loud rap music coming from it, Jenny would have thought it was condemned and abandoned.

“Oh God,” Jenny suddenly realized, “this isn’t over…”

Kitty looked up at her mom in fear.  Jenny was a bit surprised at the look – Kitty was a very independent, headstrong teen, on the verge of becoming a woman and now she looked like a scared little girl.  Jenny hadn’t seen her daughter in that way in years.  The blonde mother wanted nothing more than to be able to hug her scared teenage daughter to her breast and comfort her, but she was still draped over the shoulder of the 7-foot black beast that had abducted her.

“Be strong, Kitty,” Jenny squeezed her hand.

Kitty squeezed her mom’s hand back and nodded, tears welling in her eyes.  But she didn’t tell her Mom that she wasn’t scared so much as excited.  She was anticipating the most intense sex of her life with a gang of rough black thugs.  Her tears were tears of joy and her fear was mixed with a large dose of arousal.

“Fuckin’ white bitches, yo,” the muscular one with the dreads and thick lips shook his head as he banged on the rusty metal door with the paint peeling off of it.

“Who dat?!” Came a deep, scary sounding voice from the other side.

“T-Bone!” the thug responded, “got ‘Beam and his crew wit’ me!  Got us a coupla white bitches to party with us!”

Immediately there was the sound of bolts being slid away and the big, heavy metal door creaked open.  Kitty was forcefully pushed inside and Jenny was carried in by Lowbeam, who had to duck down to clear the door frame.

Jenny was amazed at the run-down ramshackle state of the place.  The room was large, but old and dirty - concrete walls with chipped and peeling paint.  There were torn couches, cluttered tables full of beer, liquor, joints, playing cards and guns, a flat screen TV that looked way too expensive and new for the place, a fully decked-out sound system and big-ass speakers… and in the center of it all, an old, dirty king-size mattress on the floor.  It was bare, well-used and stained.

Kitty was even more shocked at the sheer amount of blackness in the room.  There were at least 6 or 7 black guys and 3 or 4 black chicks in the smoke-filled room.  With the 5 guys that had nabbed her and her mother, that was at least 15 black people.  Kitty had never seen that many black people in one place at the same time!  There were probably half as many black people in this one room as in all of lily-white Coxville!  Her heart pumped in her chest with a reflexive fear… but her pussy was dripping wet with excitement.

Lowbeam dropped Jenny to her feet and the busty blonde housewife turned to her possessive abductor, trying to make a bargain.

“Look, um… sir..” she bit her lip realizing she didn’t even know this black giant’s name, even after he had used her so thoroughly the week before, “if you just let me and my daughter go, I promise we won’t go to the police and you can all-”

Lowbeam’s large, firm palm came out of nowhere and Jenny’s eyes went wide with shock when it slapped her across the face - loudly and firmly, but not nearly as hard as she imagined the huge thug could have slapped her.  She could tell it wasn’t really meant to hurt her, but to send a message.  And the message was clear: “shut the fuck up.”

The room burst out laughing at this.

“DAMN! Put that white bitch in her place!”

“The hand say WHAT?”

“I said SLAPPP, Beee-itch!”

“Dat slapped the stupid outta her!”

Then Jenny and Kitty were thrown roughly onto the dirty, stained mattress.

“Strip,” T-Bone ordered them.

Kitty and Jenny looked at each other.  Both looked scared.  But both could recognize some of the mutual thrill they were experiencing in the other… their wide eyes, flushed cheeks, wet lips, heavy breathing…

“Better… do as they say… for now, honey,” Jenny gently advised her frightened 13-year old daughter, “I don’t think they’ll hurt us… as long as we obey them…”

Both girls started unbuttoning their pretty Sunday blouses, but T-Bone stopped them.

“Naw, NAW, ya dumb, stupid bitches!” he shook his head disapprovingly, wagging his finger at them, “strip each other!”

Jenny and Kitty looked at each other in shock.  Could they really do this?  Were these awful thugs really going to make them do this?  It was one thing to be degraded by black men in private, but to do it in front of each other?  And to be forced to help with the humiliation? 

Jenny looked around at the more-than-a-dozen angry, merciless black faces. She had never seen such hatred before. These black thugs seemed to have a grudge against her and her daughter and they didn’t even know them! Why were they so angry?

Then she saw one of the gang members setting up a couple tripods.  He was a darker, cornrowed black man and wore no shirt, but a leather jacket and dark sunglasses, running shorts and unlaced white Adidas. He wore large red headphones around his neck and a thick gold watch that Jenny just knew were way too expensive to have been acquired legally. Jenny saw what looked like cameras being attached to the tops of the tripods. Pointed directly at her and Kitty.

“Mommy?” Kitty asked with what actually seemed like a bit of excitement, “are we going to be live-streamed?”

T-Bone nodded to him and said “hook us up, DJ Skeet, let’s get some multiangles up in this shit.”

DJ Skeet produced a remote and suddenly the huge, 8-foot flatscreen on the back wall lit up and four different live video images of Kitty and Jenny appeared on the screen.

Kitty and Jenny looked up at the TV in surprise. There they were, four times over. One wide angle, two closer angles and one extreme close-up. The two white girls on the screen looked so scared, so vulnerable, so helpless. DJ Skeet settled at a computer and seemed to be able to control the cameras remotely. The extreme close-up panned and focused on their scared, pretty faces as they huddled together in fear.

T-Bone nodded in approval, “aw yeah, dat’s the shit. Aight, now, y‘all dumb bitches. Do like I tol’ ya. Strip each others!”

Jenny surrendered herself to her fate.  She looked at Kitty who gulped nervously, then turned to face her daughter.  She pulled the girl closer and looked into her eyes.  Her daughter looked up into her mother’s eyes with fear.  Jenny wished she could kiss her forehead and make it all better, promise her everything was going to be okay… but she knew that would be a lie.  Jenny had no control over this situation at all - neither of the white girls did, and they both knew it.  Jenny started unbuttoning her daughter’s blouse and, after a moment’s hesitation, Kitty reached for her own mother’s prodigious bosom…

“SLOWLY,” T-Bone commanded, “make it all sexy-like… yeahhhh, that’s it… real nice.”

The captive mother and daughter obeyed and very slowly, very sexily undressed each other for the gang of horny blacks.  In truth, it came naturally to the two of them.  Over the past several weeks, they had both been well conditioned to submit to big, strong black men and their aggressive sexual needs.

As Kitty removed her mother’s pretty yellow blouse, she marveled at the size of her huge, luscious G-cup sized breasts, overflowing her woefully inadequate bra.  Kitty knew her mom was stacked, but she had never really looked this closely at her mom’s breasts.  They were absolutely mouthwatering.  Kitty wondered if her own breasts (her DDs already impressively large for a 13 year old) would get as big… hopefully bigger!

Jenny admired Kitty’s tight little body as she slipped off her daughter’s skirt.  Kitty had really kept herself in shape and was quite athletic.  As the head cheerleader of her squad, she worked out constantly.  Jenny was a bit jealous of how tight and toned Kitty’s sexy little bubble butt was and how flat her stomach was, even with her big boobs.  Of course, it was easy for a teenager to be fit.  Much harder for a 30-something woman who’s given birth!  Still, Jenny had to admit, Kitty’s tight little bod was irresistibly sexy… no wonder she’d become such a slut!  Jenny really couldn’t blame all those black boys at school wanting to fuck her.  And, of course, she knew as well anyone that those big, beautiful, manly black cocks were impossible to resist!

“Yo, bras and panties, too, bitches,” T-Bone egged the two white girls on, massaging his huge stiffening cock through his thin basketball shorts.

Jenny and Kitty obeyed.  Jenny freed Kitty’s double-Ds from their sporty bra and whistles and catcalls broke out in the room.  Kitty blushed and smiled.  Then Kitty leaned forward and hugged her mom (her face pressing into Jenny’s bountiful bosom) and reached around behind her to undo the hook of her pretty lace bra.  When the mother’s enormous G-cup tits sprang free, the room positively erupted in whoops and hoots and hollers.

“DAYAMMMM!”

“Check out the titties on dis white ho!”

“Yo, bigger than yo cousin Daniqua’s fat ol’ titties, B!”

The black girls in the room scowled jealously.

“PSHH, fuckin’ white bitch ain’t all that!”

Jenny’s face and chest flushed a deep scarlet in embarrassment.  She had never felt so self-conscious about her generous God-given endowment as she did now with over a dozen raucous niggers gawking at her.  The demure blonde housewife wanted to cover up her exposed G-cups, but she didn’t.  She knew T-Bone would yell at her… but she also was getting a shameful sort of thrill from the attention.  She looked up at the TV screen and was shocked at how sexy she and her daughter looked, kneeling on the mattress together, almost completely naked.  She almost couldn’t blame the black thugs for taking them… Still, she shame of being so exposed like this - in front of her own daughter - made her flush and quiver.  The blonde housewife looked at her daughter, afraid to see her shame reflected in Kitty’s expression, but to Jenny’s shock, her little girl was ogling her big tits as well!

Kitty bit her lip and stared at her blushing mother’s beautiful, bountiful boobs.  She couldn’t help herself and reached out to cup them, feeling their weight in her hands.  She couldn’t believe how HUGE they were, and how heavy!  She couldn’t even fit one of the giant boobs in BOTH of her hands!  Kitty imagined how full of milk they must have been when she nursed from them and had a sudden desire to drink from her mom’s oversized, puffy pink nipples…

Jenny was in shock at the look of lust on her daughter’s face as she felt her up!  What was she doing?!  And why was Jenny letting her do it… and in front of a room full of dirty black thugs?!

“Oh, SHIT, y’all!  Shawty feelin’ up her own Momma!” the shortest of thugs (tatted “Dawg”, apparently his name) hooted, “bitches be dykin’ on each other!”

“Fuckin’ intestivous and shit, Dawg!” said the one with all the gold teeth named Grille.

“Goddamn, Grille, man - that’s inCESTuous, you ignorant-ass nigga,” T-Bone corrected him.

“Yo, that’s what I said, T!” Grille got the room laughing uproariously.

“Yo, let’s see them fat white azzes,” T-Bone directed the two Summers girls.

Jenny obeyed and pulled Kitty’s pink & red “hearts” panties off. Jenny let out a small gasp of surprise as she saw how slick with pussy juices her daughter’s stained panties were. It was her daughter’s turn to blush deeply when Jenny looked up into her eyes. Jenny got a little grin, shook her head at her daughter disapprovingly, then pulled her cute little panties off the rest of the way, exposing the teen’s tight little bubble butt.

“DAAAAAMMMNNN!!!” Dawg strolled up and started rubbing Kitty’s firm cheeks, “Little shawty gots a NICE little bubble on her!  MMM!  Gonna get up IN dat azz, white bitch!”

FWACK!!  Dawg gave Kitty’s cheek a firm, loud smack that echoed in the room and made her yelp.  It left an instant red handprint on her bare ass.

“Fuckin’ baby ho be shavin’ her pussy already, too!” another thug with lots of tattoos (named “Ink”) had stepped up and was fingering her puffy, wet vulva, “damn, bitch, you look like you only just got a bush an’ already you trimmin’ it?”

“Ooohh…” Kitty’s eyes lidded as she moaned at the rough thug’s invasive fingering.

“Damn, got us a real slut here, my niggaz!” Ink sneered and took his slick fingers back.  He looked at Jenny, who gazed up at him with wide, fear-filled blue eyes.  Without words, he stuck his wet fingers against the blonde bimbo’s big pink lips and slipped them inside.  Obediently, the submissive captive MILF licked and sucked his thick fingers clean of her own daughter’s pussy juices.

“Oh, we gonna have some FUN!” Ink grinned broadly, a large mass twitching involuntarily in the pantleg of his sweats.

Kitty was now pulling Jenny’s underwear off.  For a white girl, she had a pretty generous booty and when her meaty cheeks popped free and jiggled for all to see, the room exploded in another round of cheers.

“Fuck, white bitch got a black booty on her!”

“Straight-up PAWG!”

“Becky got BACK, yo!”

“Coco ain’t got nuttin’ on DIS bitch!”

“White girl WHOOTY!”

“Donk-a-DONK, yo!”

“Pffff,” one of the black girls angrily scoffed, “that butt ain’t NOTHIN’!”

“For a WHITE girl, tho?” a skinny thug (“Bones”) rebutted enthusiastically, “she like the Nicki of white girls!”

“WhatEVER!” the black girl flipped her palm up at the drooling Bones and strutted away.

“TWERK dat azz, white bitch!” barked a muscular black man with a do-rag named “Python”.

“Yeah, SHAKE dat shit!” another covered in gold chains (named “Bling”) chimed in and soon the whole room was shouting for Jenny to make her ass jiggle.

“What are they telling me to do?” Jenny was so confused, “what’s a ‘twerk’?”

“Omigawd, Mom,” Kitty sighed, “just shake your ass like this!”

Kitty then spun around and pointed her ass in her mother’s face and started twerking it like a pro.  She didn’t have much to work with, but she did it well.

“Yo, shawty got some moves on her!” Donk laughed.

“God DAMN, bitch can work dat azz!” Dawg started rubbing his painfully throbbing cock through his sweats.

“Oh, Kitty!” Jenny blushed again, “how do you DO that?!”  She gaped in awe at the tight, white muscular butt bouncing up and down vigorously in her face.  She could see EVERYTHING -  Kitty’s bubbly cheeks bouncing and smacking each other, opening again and again to reveal her pink little winker, and Kitty’s dripping slit rising and falling, the strong scent of her hot pussy filling the mother’s nose.  It was positively hypnotic.  Jenny reached out and put her hand on her daughter’s twerking ass, as if to absorb the technique through the transitive property of touch.

“Come on, Mom!” Kitty encouraged her mother, “you can do it!  Just do what I do!”

Jenny gulped nervously and raised herself to a squat and carefully studied her daughter’s bouncing butt one more time, then looked back and tried to jerk it… with pathetic results.  The “boos” and jeers in the room let her know that she had failed miserably, and she stopped.

“Aw, NAW, bitch!!” Python stepped forward and SMACKED Jenny’s thick ass so hard both cheeks jiggled obscenely, “ya ain’t givin’ up like dat!  You SHAKE that shit til you got it, ya feel?!”

Tears instantly welled up in the blonde housewife’s eyes from the stinging pain in her butt, but she obeyed and immediately resumed trying to twerk - with similarly disastrous results that evoked a round of mocking laughter from the room.  But this time Jenny didn’t give up, she just kept trying to shake her ass more and more vigorously.

“Damn, white girl got NO rhythm!”

“What a fuckin’ waste of a fine, fat azz, yo.”

“Yo, man, an azz is a terrible thing to waste!”

“Black butt, white game!”

Kitty took pity on her poor, ridiculed mother and went behind her, watching her technique up close.  She shook her head in disapproval and grabbed one of her mother’s fat cheeks in each hand.

“Follow my hands, Mom,” Kitty instructed, “like this…”

Kitty moved her hands in circles to make the cheeks move up and down and in an out like a kind of figure eight so that they rose and fell in a firm, steady rhythm.  Jenny focused on the pattern and began to match it.  Before long, Kitty was able to remove her hands and, to Jenny’s surprise, her butt cheeks seemed to keep the beat all on their own!

“Yeah, girl, that’s it!  Yo gots it now!”

“Hoooo, damn!  Look at dat big booty CLAP!”

“Awwww yeah, boy-eee!!!”

Even the black girls had to shrug and begrudgingly admit that Jenny’s twerk was pretty “fly”... for a white girl.

“You got it, Mommy!” Kitty clapped in glee, “shake that healthy butt!”  Kitty smiled broadly and smacked her mom on the ass a few times at the apex of her gyrations.

Jenny let a smile cross her face as she twerked like a black ho for the room full of black thugs, completely naked except for her heels and stockings.  It didn’t really occur to her that she was shaking her big, fat naked ass right in her teenage daughter’s face… all that mattered at that moment to the blonde housewife was that she was pleasing all these big, strong, aggressive niggers...

T-Bone grinned a huge, evil grin and looked back over his shoulder to DJ Skeet at the computer, “Yo, DJ, mix us up some phat beats, yo!” DJ Skeet passed off the computer to one of the other gang members. He stepped behind a mixing table and put on headphones.

Immediately, loud, thumping bass exploded from the huge speakers in the corners of the room so loud and so hard that Kitty and Jenny could feel it in their chests… and especially in their pussies!  Somehow the vibrations of the heavy rap beats actually made their pussies quake and they flushed at the feeling.

The black girls in the room hooted and whooped and jumped out into the middle of the room, surrounding the two white girls and started expertly twerking up a storm around them.  Kitty giggled and jumped up next to her mom and began twerking in time with the beats.  T-Bone and the rest of the gang had a perfect view of the two white girl’s assholes and dripping pussies as they twerked their hearts out for them.  And the cameras were catching it all in extreme close-ups displayed up on the big screen.  There was shouting and hollering as the black men showed their appreciation for the white girls’ work.  Several of the thugs got out their phones and started recording the X-rated dance session for themselves.

DJ Skeet flipped a few virtual switches on an app on his phone and strobe lights and spot lights lit up – they were smart lights that changed color and flashed in time with the music.  All night the DJ spun a series of crude, sexually explicit rap songs for the nasty party that was about to go down.  The playlist included:

Anaconda - Nicki Minaj

Get Low - DJ Snake

Get Low - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz

Jigglin’ - Ying Yang Twins

I’ma Make It - Buzz Trillington

Da Wop - Lil Chuckee

Turn Down For What - Lil Jon

Mo Bounce - Iggy Azalea

Shake That - Eminem & Nate Dogg

Bubble Butt - Major Lazer

You Can Do It - Ice Cube

Shake That Ass Bitch - Booty Bass

Rumpshaker - Wreckx-n-Effect

Bend Ova - Lil Jon & feat. Tyga

Pound The Alarm - Nicki Minaj

Pop That Coochie - 2 Live Crew

Bootylicious - Destiny’s Child

My Humps - Black Eyed Peas

Shake it Off - Taylor Swift

Booty - J. Lo & Iggy Azalea

Baby Got Back - Sir Mix-a-lot

Work - Iggy Azalea

Bouncin On My Dick - Tyga

Make It Nasty - Tyga

As the black men watched the girls dance, the room quickly filled with smoke from cigarettes and weed.  They made Jenny and Kitty dance and twerk for what felt like hours -  no sunlight was visible through the blacked-out windows so they had no sense of what time of day it was.  Even the front door went through a vestibule, like an airlock system and was very secure.

The black men plied the white mother and daughter with beer, liquor and weed as the night went on.  Kitty had looked over at her mother questioningly when T-Bone handed a bottle of Jack to her to take a swig from.

“Don’t look at that bitch!” T-Bone yelled at the teen, “*I* says you gonna take a swig!”

“But I’m a minor-” Kitty had begun, but T-Bone grabbed her by a pigtail and pulled her head back violently.

“BITCH, I don’ give a shit!” T-Bone pulled Kitty’s hair so that her head bent back awkwardly and he shoved the mouth of the bottle into her mouth, forcing her to take several gulps of it before pulling it away.

“GASP!!!” Kitty inhaled, then coughed, her face twisting up at the burning sensation in her throat.

T-Bone smiled and nodded, then turned toward Jenny and held the bottle up at his crotch level like a big, glass dick for the kneeling mother to drink from.  She did so obediently, submissively leaning forward, taking the mouth of the bottle into her mouth and chugging from it until he pulled it away from her.  He nodded at her, sneered, then stepped back, taking a swig from it himself.

Kitty had never drunk alcohol before and got instantly tipsy.  She got looser and freer with her twerking, really feeling the music.  She loved that all the big, scary black guys were watching her shake her tight little bubble butt completely naked.  She could smell their hot, throbbing black cocks, even through the smoke and weed.  But she noticed one of the thugs, in particular, was really staring her down, never taking his hungry, predatory gaze from her ass.  The one called “Dawg”, who had left his handprint on her ass earlier and promised he’d be “up in it”.  She knew for certain that he was dead fucking serious and it was only a matter of time before that big dick making a huge tent in his white sweats was deep in her tight little butt.  Her pussy oozed a little just thinking about it.  She turned her ass towards him and looked at him seductively as she twerked for him personally, winking her sweaty browneye as she made her bubble butt clap for the horny thug.

Kitty’s eyes widened when Dawg stood up and strutted over to her with a serious look on his face.  Suddenly she was very nervous.  She had taken big, black dick in her ass before, but not in front of a bunch of people – and especially not in front of her mom!

“Take a hit a’ this, shawty,” Dawg put his half-smoked joint to her lips.  Kitty didn’t even look at her mom this time, she just looked up at the big, imposing black thug and sucked on the “spliff” as she heard them call it, taking in a deep lungful of the weed she’d already been inhaling second-hand for an hour or two.

Jenny saw this and was shocked that her daughter had so readily agreed to do drugs – and right in front of her own mother!  She couldn’t believe how depraved her daughter was for black dick… what had become of her sweet little “bitty kitty” as she used to still call her just a few short years ago?!

“Yeah, dat’s right, hold it in long as ya can,” Dawg instructed the blonde teen, “then let it out when you can’t no more.”

Kitty dutifully obeyed the instructions of the black thug, keeping her eyes locked with his.

Jenny was about to protest – she wasn’t sure what she was going to say, but she felt that, as a good mother, she had to say something – but then the skinny gangster named “Bones” slid up beside her.

“Yo, Mrs. Summa, don’t think we gonna leave you out!” Bones smiled a big, toothy grin, “suck on my fatty, bitch!”

Bones pushed his own blunt to the naked housewife’s lips and she hesitated for a moment.  The whiskey had gotten to her, too, and all the dancing and flashing lights and booty-bouncing music had created a mood of total decadence.  Why should she resist if even her daughter was getting into it?  And what would happen if she did resist?  She was pretty sure the black guys were all going to fuck them anyway, but maybe they would get violent if she started causing trouble or was rebellious.  So Jenny decided the best course was to play along and hope everything would be okay.

As Jenny took a deep suck of the “fatty”, Bones grinned from ear to ear and nodded his head while his other hand was feeling up the thick white woman’s healthy ass.

Jenny heard Kitty finally exhale and then gasp, “oh wow… that’s strong stuff!”  Jenny looked over and saw Kitty grab onto Dawg’s waist to hold herself up as her eyes lidded and she swooned a bit.

“Bitch, the night only just startin’!” Dawg slapped the teen on her ass, prompting her to start twerking it again, involuntarily now, to the music.

Over the next hour or so, Jenny and Kitty had become expert twerkers, with even the black girls giving them props. They learned it wasn’t just about bouncing their asses up and down, or shaking them left and right, it was about making them open and close, isolating the individual cheeks so that they bounce, jiggle and clap, and getting their thighs into it, too.  They learned to twist the legs to make the booty “pop”.  Not just squeezing, but a whole thigh twist, turning the body to make the booty flex.  They learned to get down in a “twerk squat”, hands on the inside thigh by their knees.  Then moving the ass in a circle, squatting up and down, alternate legs, dropping it to the floor, knees in and out, hands to the floor, down low, jiggling it.  The mother and daughter would watch and learn from each other.  It was extremely obscene doing it naked, dripping sweat and flinging pussy juices around, but neither of them seemed to care anymore.  They had gotten used to it.  They had completely forgotten that they were being recorded the whole time, creating an obscene twerking music video in real time for all these black thugs.

Jenny got the hang of it and eventually it just came naturally to her.  She didn’t even have to think about it anymore (the alcohol and drugs were clearly helping).  Her mom got so good at it that Kitty was getting extremely jealous since Jenny had a lot more ass to jiggle and the black guys were loving it.  Kitty tried to show her mom up by doing an upside-down wall twerk, but then Jenny came over and did that, too. 

Kitty sat down on the floor while her mom put on a show.  She pouted, upset that her own butt was so small and tight and muscular.  Fuck! she thought to herself, I hope *I* get a big fat ass like Mom some day…

Over the next couple hours, Jenny and Kitty were plied with more liquor and more weed.  The black gang even made them each put a couple small tablets of some sort on their tongues and swallow them with more liquor. 

Jenny had no idea what the pills were, but a half hour later they had made her warm all over, made her clit throb and her pussy swelled up and got so wet that her juices ran down her thighs freely.  The whole room seemed to be dancing with the music and she felt her anxieties melt away.  She felt more comfortable with the black men and women around her and let her body go more freely.  She actually felt blissfully happy, dancing completely naked to the thumping music, happier than she had ever felt in her life.  She never wanted it to stop.  And she could tell by Kitty’s expression and body language that she felt exactly the same way.  She loved her daughter more than ever at that moment and wanted nothing more than to hug her and tell her so, so she did.

Jenny crawled over to her daughter on her hands and knees and embraced her.  Kitty welcomed the embrace readily and the two blondes knelt upon the dirty, stained mattress and hugged, saying “I love you, I love you” over and over again.  All the black guys and chicks were laughing at the display.

“Yo, dem bitches rollin’, yo!” Donk cracked up laughing so hard, he fell off his seat.

The one covered in tats, “Ink”, sauntered up to the two hugging blondes and dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around them, “Awww, ain’t this some sweet mother-and-daughter love shit…”  An evil grin spread across his face as he raised his hands to the backs of their heads, “yo, girlie, if ya love yo Moms so much, why doncha give her a kiss?”

Ink watched Kitty look up at him with wide eyes, then at her mother, who looked down at her with a look of pure maternal love, a big smile on her face.  Neither of the girls resisted as Ink slowly pushed their heads together… their eyes locked with each other and just let it happen, still holding each other’s sweaty, naked bodies in a firm, loving embrace.

The instant the mother and daughter’s lips touched, the whole room erupted into shouts of disbelief, cheers and raucous, bawdy laughter.

But Ink wasn’t satisfied.  He kept pushing the two girls’ faces together, mashing their lips against each other.  Jenny and Kitty’s eyes lidded with the pleasure of feeling each other’s lips and they instinctually opened their mouths