The Diary / Part Two
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The more Tracy thought about the whole filthy spectacle her mother had made of her marriage, the madder she got. Her MOTHER was cheating on her FATHER! Had been since before they were even married. How DARE she! CHEATING was not the right word. But she could not think of a more appropriate one at the moment.

Tracy decided she would, come hell or high water, figure out a way to get even with her slut mother. Get even with the diabolical bitch that was using her father for bad bad things!

Tracy decided she had to first know all of what her mother had done. She had to read her mother’s sordid diaries. All of them. Every stinking sordid word of her infidelity. Tracy felt confident that as she learned everything there was to know, the right scheme to get even would emerge, a way to teach her philandering mother a lesson she would NEVER forget!

Tracy strode back into their room to confront Stacy. "So sis, where is mom keeping her diaries? . . . . . . . . . We have to do something. This is not fair to daddy. What she is doing is HORRIBLE!" Tracy burst into tears.

Stacy looked at her sister standing there crying and started laughing, cackling like a hyena.

Tracy blubbered "DAMN IT STACY! Stop laughing at me. I mean this. We have to get back at mom for dad’s sake. WE HAVE TO!" The tears really came now, flooding her, making her nose run like a spigot.

Stacy, seeing her sister’s in sobbing tears, stopped laughing. Her face became serious. "So what you want to do, sis?"

Constantly wiping her nose on her sleeve, talking through her tears, Tracy explained she thought they had to read all of their mom’s diaries, and while doing so, come up with a plan.

"Hmmmm, that sounds like fun, actually," the ever analytical Stacy mused. "OK, count me in. Want me to read parts of her diaries to you every night?"

And so it was that the twin sisters began to hatch a scheme to wreak justice upon their mother.

Stacy picked up the diary and continued to read their mother’s chronicle of their parent’s wedding day.

Ellie Sue again dipped her finger into her vagina and felt around inside her body. Their seemed to be a lot of white sticky stuff inside her. When she stood up, she saw stains all over her sheets. The stains were yellowish and crusty. She spread her thighs and looked at the inner surfaces. There was lots of dried yellow stuff there too. She got up and looked in the mirror at her body.

‘OH MY GOD! They put hickeys allover my boobs and neck!’ Ellie Sue could just picture it now, her low cut sexy white wedding dress that had so perfectly displayed her cleavage would now show nothing but blue hickeys to everyone at her wedding.

Ellie Sue was FURIOUS! ‘I will get even with that damn Julie if it is the last thing I ever do!’ she thought, her infamous temper boiling to a maniacal highpoint.

She stomped to the shower, her tits shaking from the violent way her feet slammed into the floor. She started her shower and waited for the water to turn hot. Then with no less anger, began to plot what she would do to Julie. Her hands and arms became a blur as she angrily washed her cum drenched body. She took pains to wash her pussy deep and well with the hand shower wand.

The damn hickeys would not wash off. She began to swear out loud at her supposed friend Julie. By the time she had finished showering, her anger was near its all time peak.

Ellie Sue turned off the pulsating shower and heard feminine giggling in her bedroom. It sounded like that horrible bitch Julie she was going to absolutely KILL! She hurriedly covered her hair and her body with a large towel, making certain her hickeys didn’t show, and stomped back into her bedroom.

It was indeed Julie and Jeeg!

And they were looking at, pointing at, laughing at, a bunch of Polaroid pictures.

Ellie Sue’s heart sank. "OH GOD, they took pictures of me fucking those black guys last night!"

And they HAD taken pictures! LOTS of pictures! The pictures were in clear focus and incredibly graphic, showing not only Ellie Sues face, but her tits and cunt stuffed full of black cocks. There were even pictures of a black cock in her little white bottom, with her pussy dripping white sperm, her thighs covered with white sperm, and even her mouth dripping white globs of sperm.

And there were pictures of the men’s mouths sucking her tits, obviously trying to give her a hickey, while her very own face was laughing and grinning like a fool, her hands obviously caressing their heads, encouraging them to suck the bruises onto her tits. Her nipples were hard, erect, obviously aroused, and of all things, a tequila bottle was firmly lodged deep inside her cunt. ‘OH MY GOD! I can see my own hand fucking the bottle in and out of me!’

‘No wonder my pussy is so sore today!’ she thought distractedly.

Then in an utter panic, it occurred to her, ‘Stephen will NEVER believe I am a virgin now!’ All those lies about being a shy discreet virgin that she had so carefully told, spun into the fabric of their relationship, were going to come home to roost tonight, during, and after, her wedding. If it still occurred.

She made a mad dash for the filthy degrading pictures strewn over the bed, hoping to take them and burn the evidence.

In Ellie Sue’s frantic haste, Julie was able to trip her easily. Jeeg’s bulk was on top of Ellie Sue in an instant.

Ellie Sue immediately felt claustrophobic under the weight of the large woman.  Jeeg’s thick thighs pressed hard against her ears, and her flabby belly seemed to shut off all light.  The hot, musky scent of her thick lipped pussy was all that Ellie Sue could smell.  ‘My god!  Look at how thick her lips are!’  Ellie Sue could not help but wonder at the meaty width of the woman’s vaginal lips.
 
Ellie Sue squirmed with all her might, but to no avail.  Jeeg had all of her considerable weight on Ellie Sue’s thighs, pinning her arms and legs tight to the floor.  After a brief struggle, Ellie Sue lay still, breathing hard, wondering what was going to happen to her.  Suddenly she began to scream at the top of her voice.
 
Jeeg simply lowered her cunt over Ellie Sue’s mouth, muffling her scream to a few pitiful gurgles.
 
Ellie Sue again struggled till she was sure she would pass out from lack of air.  In a last ditch effort at survival, in deep desperation she tried to bite Jeeg’s thick meaty cunt.  Ellie Sue had no more than opened her mouth to chomp down than she felt a powerful blow smack her stomach, driving any remaining air out of her.
 
Ellie Sue passed out.


 
  
When Ellie Sue came back to consciousness, she was tied on her own bed, each limb pulled tight to a bed post.  She was blind folded.  She could vaguely hear voices, both male and female.  Listening carefully she could hear both Julie and Jeeg’s voices.  Ellie Sue realized that she was not only blindfolded, but her ears were also plugged, allowing only the most distinct noises through.
 
A brief struggle convinced her she was not going to escape.
 
Near panic, Ellie Sue lay there, breathing hard, waiting, wondering what was going to happen to her.
 
One thing had become perfectly clear to her:  Julie was NOT her friend.  Julie seemed to be doing everything possible to ruin her special day of all days, her wedding day. 
 
Ellie Sue could feel the tears coming into her eyes, coursing down her cheeks.
 
The sensation of sorrow was a strange one to Ellie Sue.  Ellie Sue was used to being in total control of any situation she was in.  After all, she was a southern belle.  Southern belles were always in control of those around them.  Unless of course they were around other southern belles.  Then there always was a carefully choreographed means of compromising that seemed ingrained in each girl, or woman as the case might be.  It was simply part of what all southern belles learned, starting from their days in the cradle.
 
But Julie, and of course Jeeg, were not playing by the prescribed rules.  Ellie Sue was mystified, out of control, near panic, and beginning to doubt she was actually awake.  ‘This HAS to be a dream’, she decided hopefully. 
 
That Jeeg would not understand the rules southern belles lived by was understandable, after all, she was not a southern belle.  She was poor white trash from the northern states that had moved there in high school. 
 
No, Jeeg was an outsider, unaware of the finer things of life, of being a southern belle, of knowing how to get along under the prescribed and carefully memorized set of protocols that a good southern belle knew better than anything else in her life..  And my god was she heavy!  Ugly in her overweight condition.  Ellie Sue sniffed in distaste at the thought.  She had always starved herself and worked out and was in fine shape.  The fact she was anorexic didn’t even cloud her thinking.  No, she was gorgeous and sexy and thin and curvy like every other good REAL southern belle.
 
There was the sound of a door opening.  “OK guys, I want you all to fuck her non-stop until three o’clock.  She had to go to her hair appointment then.  But until then, her cunt and asshole and mouth are yours to enjoy.”  It was unmistakably Julie’s voice. 
 
Ellie Sue’s anger seethed, and she began to struggle against her unyielding bonds.  She heard male voices chuckle as the bed sagged from the weight of a body climbing up between her thighs. 
 
“Dis one’s got fight in’er, I likes dat!”  a voice said from above her head.  It was clearly the voice a black man. 
 
She felt his hardness against her vulva, then felt it probe her dry frightened opening.  She winced, her vagina already sore from the abuse it had taken the night before. 
 
His cock felt wet, as if it had been previously lubricated.  It also felt blunt, as if it were very thick and large.  The head of it began to part her, wedging into her gap as if it already owned her. 
 
Ellie Sue tried to move her pelvis to the side in order to frustrate his entry, but only succeeded in making it easier for his prodigious size to slip partially inside her.  She stopped struggling when she felt how widely opened her pussy felt from just the head of the man’s being prick inside her.
 
“My GOD!  This guy must be a monster,” she thought even as her cunt screamed in pain from being so widely stretched open again.  It felt like her cunt was being spread as wide as it had looked in the picture of her with the tequila bottle plugged into her.
 
It occurred to Ellie Sue that this man was most likely not wearing protection.  She was probably being fucked bareback.  She had visions of white wiggly undulating worms swimming toward her precious eggs, racing, and to beat all the others to her ova.  A black baby.  It would obviously be a black baby.  She would obviously bear a black baby from this.  She flushed red with shame.  All of the brain washing that had been fed into her head since she was a small child came rushing in, blinding her to anything except the shame of a southern belle conceiving a black man’s child. 
 
She felt the huge thickness wedging its way on down her tender tunnel.  It spread her open inch after inch of its seemingly endless journey into the very depths of her body.  ‘My god, is it possible, is it longer than that tequila bottle???!!!
 
“God’s she’s not near’s tight as I thought she’d be!” 
 
“Yeah bro, but she be taken that whole damn thang a your!” 
 
Sure enough, Ellie Sue felt the man’s testicles caress her bottom as he bottom out inside her.
 
Ellie Sue, despite the lingering sensitivity in her too used vagina, had to admit to herself that the sensations in side her were not altogether bad. 
 
No, in fact, she had to admit that the cock inside her body was actually giving her some slight sensations of arousal.  Her body began to respond to her situation, began to feel slight tingly pleasures from the intrusion of the massive penis as it filled her.
 
In fact, she admitted to herself, the pain seemed to be adding to the growing tightly erotic sensations she was beginning to feel.  Her head began to tilt back as her body began to crave more of the sensations that were consuming her.
 
The man stopped his motions, allowing her body to acclimate to the size and depth of his penetration.  Ellie Sue could smell his cologne, a lightly masculine, slightly sweaty smell.  She felt her body begin to pulse slightly, making her body seem to welcome the intrusion of so powerful, so mighty a prick. 
 
The voice above her started to grunt in pleasure.  “Her cunt be startin to work my dick inside her man!” 
 
A new voice spoke.  “I knew she be a slut since I first seen her last month!  Ya’ll watch, she’ll be cummin in a few more fucks!  Ya’ll just watch!  She be a real slut.   Her an her hi’falootin south’n belle tude!  Yeah, she be half way to being a black cock slut white whore, ya’ll mark ma words!”
 
As the thick penis began to move in and out of her stretching cunt, the voice above her kept the room informed as to how Ellie Sue’s own body was betraying her.  The combination of the soreness and the fullness was driving her to places she had never been before. 
 
Julie’s husky aroused voice urged the huge black cock to fuck the white woman deep and hard until the little whore slut screamed for more black cock.
 
Deeply shamed by her unfathomable reactions, Ellie Sue heard herself begin to grunt in growing arousal.

Part Three