"Frank, you nitwit!" his exasperated wife Millie exclaimed. "You took the wrong turn, now we're hopelessly lost."

Frank slowed the big Caddy to a crawl as he tried to make out a street number, but was having little luck staring into the pitch dark.

"Now what?" Millie groaned. "Well, you've done it again. Now we're never going to make it to the reception on time. I told you to get directions, but no, you had to try it on your own, now look where we are."

"Oh, shut up, Millie!" Frank retorted. "Don't worry, once I get turned around and back on the main road I'll stop at a service station and get some directions." He pulled the nose of the big car into a dark alley and was just about to put it into reverse, when both doors were flung open and both of them were jerked out of the car and thrown to the ground.

The two car jackers hopped into the Caddy and calmly drove off, leaving Frank and Millie stunned, and dazed in the middle of the dark alley.

"Are you all right, Mil?" Frank asked.

"Oh, god" she moaned, "it feels like they ripped my arm out of its socket."

After helping her to her feet, Frank suggested. "We gotta find a phone and call the police, let's go."

Just as they were turning to head down the street, a sinister voice from the darkness said. "I don't think you'll be going anywhere for a while." Seconds later, the middle aged white couple was surrounded by a group of young black thugs.

"Ya know what," one of them stated, "you're in a lot of fucking trouble."


"Bring'em along," ordered a tall muscular man of about twenty. "If they give you any trouble, cut'em!"

"W-where are you taking us?" Millie sputtered, as one of the gang grabbed her by the arm and fairly pulled her down the alley.

"Not far," one of them replied. "In fact, were here," as he kicked open a pedestrian garage door and threw Millie inside. The rest of the gang soon followed, accompanied by a stumbling Frank.

The door was quickly closed and someone turned on the lights revealing a club house of sorts, with a few old chairs, tons of empty beer cans, along with a smattering of drug paraphernalia. "Whadaya wanna do with them, Ron?" One them asked the obvious leader."

"Well," he replied with a sick laugh. "I think I wanna fuck the old lady here, and show her hubby just how it's done."

"F-Frank," Millie pleaded. "Y-you can't let them touch me. Please stop them."

""Now see here," Frank began, but was brutally cut off by a hard shot to the mouth and an admonition from Ron.

"Now, shut your fucking mouth, I won't fucking tell you again, got it?" With blood spurting from a split lip, all Frank could do was slip to the floor and nod in agreement.

RRon quickly turned his attention to Millie, who stared in disbelief at her injured husband. "Okay pretty lady, you came into my 'hood, so I must assume that you wanted to meet me up close and personal, am I right?" Millie slowly began backing away as Ron moved towards to her. The horror of her situation was finally beginning to sink in.

"N-now you stay away from me," she ordered in a stern but shaky voice. "T-this is illegal and you know it!"

"Uh oh," Ron replied with a bit of fake fear in his voice. "I-I hope a cop doesn't come in and arrest me. Don't you boys?" >The garage rocked with laughter at the sinister joke, but all at once his voice turned hard when he asked. "You ever been fucked by a brother, bitch?"

Still backing away she replied. "Now you keep away, or I'll scream."

RoRon looked at one of his buddies and remarked while shaking his head. "White bitches are so fucking stupid, they don't know that it's over even when it's over." Taking once last step, Millie was abruptly stopped by the garage wall against her back, and a second later Ron was pressing against her.

She struggled to move, but he was strong as an ox, so he easily held her in place with one hand. He grabbed her dress by its front collar and gave it a hard tug downward, tearing it away and leaving her standing there in only her bra and panties.

"Whoooeee," someone whistled. "Look at those titties, the bitch has got some fucking guns on her."

"Yeah," Ron replied softly. "Look at them titties," as he grabbed her bra and casually tore it off her like it was so much wrapping paper. Millie's big boobs swung free, and in the cool dank air, her nipples immediately stood at attention.

"Hey, bitch," Ron said while kneading the big knockers in his large hands, "you gonna take off those panties for me, or do I gotta rip them off too?"

From the other side of the room, a small voice came from the corner that said. "P-please leave her alone, don't hurt her, please."

Ron turned around and spat to one of his men. "Take that piece of shit and shove a cock in his mouth. That'll keep the little cunt quiet."

"No, no," Frank pleaded, but it was useless. A big black pecker was soon pressing against his mouth and forcing his lips apart.

"Look, cunt," Ron crowed. "Your bitch husband is suckin' some dick, and that's just what you're gonna do," as he pushed her to the floor in front of him and pulled out his big thick black satisfier.

"Okay, bitch, open wide for daddy, that's a good girl, do a good job on big daddy's dick for him." The garage was filled with whoops and hollers from the other members of the gang, as both Ron and Jake got their big peckers sucked by the fifty year old couple.

"Hey, Ron," one of them yelled out, "the old guys got a hard on. I think he likes suckin' cock." That remark was met with regales of laughter by the gang, but a wet tear slid down Frank's cheek. He watched helplessly as his wife of thirty years orally serviced the young black stud.

After several more minutes of sucking, Ron ordered. "Okay, now it's time for a line up boys, get out the mattress and let's all have some fun."

Ron dragged Millie by the hair over to the old cum stained mattress and threw her down roughly face first. "Him too, lay him right next to her, so they can watch each other," he said slyly.

The gang formed a line of four each, one behind Millie and one behind Frank. Ron dropped to his knees behind Millie and pulled her ass towards him. His erection was pressing firmly against her now swollen pussy lips. A big dicked gang member did the same to Frank. Only in his case, it was Frank's virgin asshole that was about to get fucked.

"On three," Ron said. "One, two, three, now, give it to'em," and with a mighty shove, his thick black pecker rammed its way deep into Millie's dripping pussy, causing her to orgasm within the first three strokes.

Frank, on the other hand, didn't have it quite so good. His asshole had never been penetrated, and as the thick freight train like cock bored into him, he screamed in pain. The black man furiously jack hammer pounded away at his tight virgin asshole. After a short time the man let out a grunt and filled Frank's asshole with hot, creamy cum. Millie's assailant almost instantly blew a load of cum deep inside of her sore old puss.

Over and over they got fucked, Frank in his ass, and Millie in her pussy. Even though she was totally repulsed, Millie's pussy betrayed her with a series of blinding orgasms. The hard thick peckers that filled her were bigger than any dick she had ever had.

After awhile, the pain in Frank's ass was slowly replaced by a sense of fulfillment that he had never before experienced. All at once he could see how a woman was at times almost desperate to have a penis inside of her. His own cock had turned hard as a rock, openly displaying the devotion he was feeling towards the thick black invaders.

When they were finished, both Millie and Frank lay side by side, stunned into utter submission, and with a torrent of cum oozing from her pussy and his asshole.

"Well," Ron opined, "we're just about done, but for a last little fling, we want you to fuck your whore wife for us. Frank, show us how you make the little tramp scream, climb into the saddle and ride that hot little cunt!"

When he didn't move, a hard smack pierced the air, as a leather belt bit into his ass cheeks, causing him to yelp in pain and scramble on top of his shaken wife. It was unreal, but true, even under these circumstances he was fully erect and fucking Millie like there was no tomorrow. A nasty mix of the gangs hot cum swirled around his cock, and sloshed out, as he pumped her pussy.

He began grunting as his nut sack tightened in anticipation of his ejaculation. Incredibly, Millie was panting hard and approaching an orgasm of her own. Both of them stiffened at the same time, while their genitals wrenched together as a mutually satisfying orgasm pulsed between them. It wasn't for a few seconds that they felt a sprinkling of hot wetness dousing their bodies.

"W-what's that?" Millie stammered. "Is it raining in here?" And it was, in a way. All eight gang members had taken a place around the fucking couple and circle jerked themselves to one last cum, showering unsuspecting love makers.

Now drenched in cum, both Millie and Frank were getting prepared for more humiliation. Then all at once the lights went off, a door opened, and a shuffling of feet could be heard exiting the garage.

Just before the door closed behind them Ron's voice could be heard through the darkness. "Now you take care of her, Frank, you got one mighty fine fuck doll for a wife. Seeya around, kiddies."

Both of them were holding each other close and just glad to be alive, when Frank said. "He's right, you are a fine little fuck doll."

"Oh, Frank," she whispered softly. "Let's get the hell out of here."