Under the Flag Ch. 7

"He was probably there watching the whole damn thing!" Tammy dreadfully told herself.

Now the two boys had taken advantage of her in her own home, fucking her not only on her marital bed but also like a dog on the cold and dirty basement floor. Now her husband of 17 years was on his back, making no attempt to protect her, instead, he was slid up underneath Tammy, like a mechanic underneath a car, brazenly sucking out her cum filled pussy like a cat lapping at his milk bowl.

"You sick son of a bitch," Tammy cried, a stream of tears leaking out from her blindfold and down her ashen cheek before dripping to the floor below.

Even though she was dead wrong in her assessment of the situation, Tammy would take that belief of how her tortured nightmare had came about, all the way to her grave. As she continued kneeling there on her knees, unable to do anything but let her Husband willingly clean out her pussy with his tongue, all Tammy could do was wait for whatever was inevitably coming next.

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Looking down at Carl Scroggins as he feverishly lapped up their discarded cum from Tammy's snatch, Kelly and Jahon couldn't help but see the prominent stain that covered the front of Carl's trousers.

"Think he came watching us plow his wife upstairs earlier?" Kelly asked casually.

"Either that...or he pissed himself!" Jahon replied, shaking his head disbelievingly.

"Look Dawg...its getting hard again," Kelly pointed out, seeing Carl's dick start to push up the soaked fabric of his tan slacks.

"Sick Motherfucker Huh," Jahon said, crystallizing the feelings of everyone involved.

Both teenagers giggled slightly, seeing the 6 inch long tubular ridge of Carl's cock dimple out from the wet spot covering the front of his pants. Swinging his right foot like a bored football placekicker, Jahon kicked Carl in the thigh, causing the married man to jump as he dug his face deeper inside his wife's snatch.

"Dick's gettin' hard you little pantywaste," Jahon mockingly informed Carl.

"Looks like you already used it once," Kelly added. "When was the last time you were able to get it up twice in one night old man?"

"Yeah Carl!!" Jahon said, kneeling down closer so Tammy's husband could clearly hear him. "Why don't you just unzip those pants and take that little wiener out again if you're so fuckin' desperate."

Even though the orders he heard were muffled from having his head buried between his wife's legs, Carl could feel his prick straining the wet fabric of his underwear and couldn't hide the fact that he did want sexual relief for the second time in less than an hour in this most horrendous of personal situations.

A moment later, Kelly and Jahon looked on in stunned amusement as Carl blindly dropped his right hand down to his crotch and started to fumble with the zipper of his pants, in a blatant attempt to fish out his sticky, cum-covered penis to use in his own hand once again.

Covering their mouths to keep from bursting out laughing, Kelly and Jahon watched as Carl twisted and turned his wrist until he was finally able to fish his cock free from the unzipped opening of his pants.

Both boys took a step back to give Carl all the room he needed as the married man furiously wrapped his hand around his twitching erection, jacking it off madly as he lapped at his wife's buttery pussy.

Kelly and Jahon both leaned back and crossed their arms, resting against the side of the pool table as they visually took in the perverse scene.

"Thirsty?" Jahon smiled over to his friend.

"Yeah," Kelly smiled back, licking the sweat of the top of his lip. "I could use another beer."

"I'll go gets us another round from the fridge...this shit can work up a thirst," Jahon nodded.

"All right," Kelly agreed. "Think you should get one for them too," he added , pointing down at the intertwined couple who owned the home.

"Nahh...looks like he's already got his mouth full dude," Jahon observed. "The after taste's gonna be a bitch though!"

Echos of laughter bounced through the Scroggins house as Jahon bolted nakedly upstairs to get two more beers.

Kelly could hear the sound of Jahon's heavy footsteps trample across the floor upstairs mingling with the wet squishy and muffled sounds of Carl's lips and tongue eating out Tammy's pussy in front of him.

"MAN," was all Kelly could find to say as he blankly shook his head, looking down the husband and wife before him, joined up in such a carnal and crude partnership.

Feeling his dick harden slightly as it hung heavily between his young sinewy legs, Kelly felt a twinge of guilt over the fact that he was getting aroused watching such a sick display. Reaching down and casually playing with his balls, Kelly patiently waited for Jahon to return with another cold beer.

As the sounds of Carl's palm scrapping harshly across his erect dick filled the basement, Kelly looked down and sensed Tammy's husband was on the verge of getting himself off while he hungrily ate her pussy out.

Looking down at Carl's face buried inside Tammy's snatch, Kelly couldn't help but see the inviting pink target of the married woman's asshole so prominently raised and displayed as well.

"Looking at that shithole too," Jahon gleamed, looking over Kelly's shoulder as he handed his friend a fresh beer.

"Yep," Kelly replied as if he had been busted. "Her mouth's full of cum, her tits have hickeys all over them and now her lame ass husband has his face all the way up to her uterus. That poor asshole of hers is the only thing being deprived."

"What do you think we ought to do about it?" Jahon inquired matter of factly. Kelly looked around the dingy basement and smiled, "I dunno man...what do you think?"

"Well...we could always fuck it...looks like your dick's gettin' hard again...hahaha." Jahon shot back noticing his friend's cock had jutted up once again to a 45 degree angle.

"Yeah," Kelly retorted. " But I ain't stickin' my joint in there with that son of a bitch's face that close to it...he might get all that cum in his eyes and try suckin' my shit by mistake."

With one hand supporting himself against the side of the pool table Kelly's fingers grazed against something that caused a light bulb to go of inside of his head. Tearing his gaze away from Carl and Tammy for a moment, Kelly turned and looked over his shoulder to see if what he was touching was actually what he thought it was.

Casting his eyes on the five foot long cue stick laying on the top of the green felt, Kelly inherently knew he had found exactly the right tool for what he needed to do.

"HOLY SHIT," Jahon gasped when he saw Kelly turn around with the long wooden stick. "A cue stick...are you kidding...you'll kill her!"

"I'm not gonna stick it all the way in, Dawg...just far enough for a reaction...Besides...look at them right now...I don't think it matters to either one for them right now whatever we do," Kelly guessed, sizing up the married couple as he twirled the stick between his fingers.

Taking the stick firmly in hand, Kelly eased up behind Tammy's raised ass and straddled his legs wide above the helpless, spent woman, trying his best not to disturb husband and wife before he implemented his plan.

Crouching down slightly, Kelly rubbed his index finger across Tammy's uplifted asshole for several moments, immediately feeling the combination of sweat and drying cum caking the woman's anal entrance.

As he positioned the cue stick at the right angle for entering Tammy's rear, Kelly looked down and couldn't help but notice Carl's thrashing masturbatory movements, signaling that Tammy's husband was on the verge of getting his nut once again.

Looking up quickly at Jahon who was smiling broadly, Kelly knew it was time to commence his crazy billiards experiment.

Placing his right hand on Tammy's back to steady the weary woman, Kelly could feel her body seem to swim under the vaginal tongue bath her husband was giving her. Aiming the cue stick with his left hand, Kelly guided it up until the rubber knob at the end of the handle was directly in front of the flexed opening of Tammy's bunghole.

Kelly quickly compared the thickness of the rounded cue stick with his own gifted endowment and sensed that the blunt end of the stick would be a perfect way to loosen the woman up if he indeed wanting to shove his cock up her rectum later.

Realizing suddenly that he would need some form of lubricant to facilitate his endeavor, Kelly briskly motioned for Jahon to bring him over a beer.

"What do you want?" Jahon laughed.

"I need something slick to help the stick slide in...hand me your beer.," Kelly asked.

"I ain't wastin' my beer on no girl's ass...here's yours," Jahon replied with gruff sarcasm.

"Alright," Kelly relented, reaching out to take the beer can in his hand.

Kelly took the full can of cold Bud Light from his friend and raised it up directly overtop of Tammy's white ass. Tilting the can several degrees to the side, Kelly allowed 2 or 3 ounces of the foamy liquid to spill wetly down the crack of Tammy's backside.

Turning the can right side up, the beer started to lather around Tammy's puckered pink bud. Kelly then flexed his forearm muscles and pushed forward with his left shoulder until the end of the cue stick collided with Tammy's asshole.

Deciding she needed a little more lubrication, Kelly tipped the can once again, dropping even more grainy fluid down onto Tammy's ass until several yellowish bubbles danced right on top of her anus.

"There goes half my beer," Kelly laughed, taking a swig of what was left before plowing ahead with the cue stick.

"I'll go upstairs and get you another one if it means so much," Jahon laughed back. "Hurry up with that stick before the beer dries."

Wasting no time, Kelly did just that.

Pressing the rubber head of the handle as snug as he could against the miniscule opening of Tammy's pink asshole, Kelly flexed his naked muscles once again until the rounded tip entered Tammy's rectum.

The woman's whole body immediately started to vibrate and shake as if it her spine was a needle on a pressure gauge after an devastating event had occurred in the system. Twisting and turning his arm with cruel, grinding patience, Kelly corkscrewed the handle of the cue stick deep into Tammy's unsuspecting poopshoot.

From a distance, Jahon could easily see Carl's expression change between Tammy's kneeling legs, not having a clue the black kid above had done what he had with the long wooden stick to the mother of his children. Carl's expression seemed to say he thought his wife was having the onset of a seizure as inch after lurid inch of her asshole filled with smooth Louisville hardwood.

Egging on Kelly to get as much of the instrument into Tammy's ass as he could, Jahon could also tell by the way Tammy's body seemed to lurch to the left , then to the right, that the overwrought woman was on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. As much as his lust was imploring him to go on, his rational sense told him that Tammy's power supply had nearly reached empty.

Sensing it was time bring the fun to a close, Jahon pushed away from the pool table and strutted over to the other three on the floor When his feet nudged the side of Tammy's naked white shoulder, Jahon knelt down beside Tammy's head so he could whisper into her ear.

"You like the way that stick feels up your ass, Baby?" Jahon warmly questioned as he lifted Tammy's sweaty blonde hair away from her ear with his black fingers. "Never had it in there before have ya?"

"All that and your punk ass husband's still got his ugly face buried between those slimy thighs of yours giving you a douche," Jahon bitterly continued hissing into Tammy's ear. "Can you believe that's the same mouth down there you kissed on your wedding day...huh."

Jahon looked back quickly to check on Kelly's progress with the stick just in time to see Carl's dick explode once again under the furious hand job he was giving himself.

Patting Tammy gently on the head as if she was a helpless school girl, the young black kid politely informed Tammy that her loving husband had just brought himself to orgasm once again while two black intruders towered over him, using his wife like a piece of slut trash.

Jahon sensed Carl's lustful weakness might ebb now that he had gotten himself off and the young kid feared what would happen if Carl suddenly started feeling guilty over his disgusting display of weakness and wanted to atone. Giving Kelly the signal to work the cue stick back out of Tammy's ass, both boys started scurrying around the basement to get their stuff together.

Looking down at husband and wife in such a compromising position on the floor, both boys nearly fell down laughing when they saw Tammy's legs finally give out from the stress and exhaustion that she had been through, causing her to collapse forward onto the floor, effectively smothering her husband's cum and saliva smeared face against her crotch as she fell flat.

Each young man finished his beer as he threw his clothes back on. Making sure they had the camera in tow as well as anything that might ID them, Jahon made one final visit over to Carl and Tammy before he left.

Buttoning his pants, Jahon couldn't help but look down and see Carl try to push away Tammy's thigh from his throat as he desperately tried sucking in some fresh air. Reaching up with his sticky hand, Jahon took a firm grip of the Rebel flag hanging on the wall above the carnal scene and with one swift and efficient tug, pulled down the Stars and Bars like a curtain from a window.

Shaking out the wrinkles patiently, as if the flag was a garment that had just been pulled from of a dryer, Jahon spread it out like a blanket, right over top of the fallen bodies of the Scroggins, who lay in a sexualized heap on the floor, until their bodies underneath were completely shrouded under the flag.

Jahon looked up just in time to see Kelly smile back mischievously.

"Nice touch Dude," Kelly winked, slapping Jahon a handshake as they left the basement for good.

- THE END -

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