Under the Flag

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Under the Flag Ch. 5

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Jahon and Kelly had followed Patrice Simmons back to her bedroom at the rear of the trailer, unmistakably smelling the scent of her vulnerability. Side by side, the two teenagers stalked Patrice down the narrow hallway until she disappeared into her bedroom.

They could easily tell that the 36 year old woman was on the verge of burnout from the weight of her own dependency as they sized her up from behind. Knowing it wouldn't take long for Staci's mom to do what she had to do to get $20 to buy some crack, both Kelly and Jahon disappeared into Patrice's bedroom as well, confident that all three would eventually get what they went back there for.

* * * * *

Patrice Simmons had been a rather voluptuous and outgoing girl growing up on the bad side on Montgomery. She had gotten the constant attention of boys ever since she entered puberty early, around the age of 10. When she had fallen in with the wrong crowd around age 16 and ended up pregnant and a junkie, her life began a ridiculously complicated spiral down. A downward spiral she still was spinning on.

Without any consistent male role model to help raise Staci, the litany of men darting in and out of Patrice's life did little to instill a belief in Staci of how a reasonable adult should act. Unfortunately, the lessons Staci had learned had given her quite a jump on going down the same exact path as her mother.

* * * * *

Jahon and Kelly patiently slipped into the bedroom behind Patrice and closed the door firmly, locking the three inside.

Taking stock of the demoralized woman that was twice their age in front of them, both boys had a hard time believing that this was the same woman they had known from the neighborhood since each was in middle school. The Patrice Simmons they saw now barely weighed 100 pounds and her flannel shirt and sweats hung off of her as if they were two sizes too big. As they openly glared at Patrice, they could also see the wrinkled lines of age spread out across the woman's brow, a result of the stress she felt every sober moment of her life.

"She's just a shell of a woman, Dawg," Jahon commented to his friend.

"Her mouth still works though," Kelly crudely replied.

Wasting little time, Kelly and Jahon separated and spread out around the room, leaving Patrice standing helplessly between them. Silence shrouded the bedroom as all three participants stared at each other with heated intensity, waiting for another to make the first move.

Patrice felt as if the two boys were circling her like sharks as they sized her up. Feeling a frozen chill choke her spine, Patrice held her breath as Jahon disappeared behind her.

"UUMMMHHUUMMM," She heard Jahon and Kelly groan approvingly as they methodically watched her.

Claustrophobia started to set in for Patrice when Kelly eased up directly in front of her and closed of her exit route to the door. Even though she was in her own bedroom, she felt she had absolutely no control over what was about to happen to her.

When Jahon's warm, rough fingertips drifted down and collided against the back of her neck, Patrice felt goosebumps well up all over her body.

"Sooo pretty," Jahon fibbed as he looked down over Patrice's frame.

"Why don't you...you...don't you...just go...leave me...alone," Patrice urged meekly. "You just ain't gonna use me like you do my slut of a daughter!"

"We can't huh," Jahon rolled his eyes as he gently played with Patrice's stringy brown hair. "So you're saying you're not a slut...right...haha?"

Hearing the truthful irony in what Jahon said, Patrice was no longer able to maintain eye contact with Kelly in front of her, dropping her gaze to the floor from her embarrassment.

In the process of lowering her sight lines, Patrice couldn't help but see Kelly's hand massaging his re-hardening cock through his jeans, no more than 10 inches in front of her.

"Leave me alone," Patrice whispered, almost inaudibly.

"Leave you alone," Jahon mocked. "When we got exactly what you need?"

"I can get some dick anywhere," Patrice hissed coldly.

"UHHHUUHH," Kelly laughed as he continued rubbing his crotch. With his free hand, Kelly rested his weight heavily onto the front of Patrice's chest, playing openly with her small titties as if they were his personal play toy. "Lady...you can go out all you want...you ain't gonna find to many cocks like these!"

Patrice only closed her eyes and didn't answer.

Jahon took his fingers that were playfully brushing through Patrice's hair and deliberately twisted his hand into a fist, causing the brown strands of the woman's locks to curl around Jahon's rotating fingers.

"Looks like you could use a favor, Bitch," Jahon told Patrice through clenched teeth.

Knowing the boys weren't playing games, Patrice wasn't a bit surprised when Kelly's hands dropped from her chest, down her thin torso until he firmly planted them on the sides of her narrow hips.

With one fell swoop, Kelly closed his hands around Patrice's waist and Jahon did likewise on her shoulders, forcing Staci's strung out Mother, down to her knees.

As she dropped to the floor, Patrice couldn't help but notice the bulge in the front of Kelly's pants as she lowered and could also feel her shoulder blades grind against Jahon's erection behind her as she was forced down.

"God Damn I need it," Patrice groaned helplessly to herself as she was forced to submit.

"Nigga loving whore," Jahon laughingly whispered to Patrice.

"Just...like ...her...Daughter," Kelly added sarcastically.

Bent down helplessly between the two black teenagers, Patrice instinctively licked her lips in anticipation of what she was about to do. Watching as Jahon and Kelly confidently undid their belts above her, she anxiously awaited the sight of those two cocks spilling free. She didn't have to wait long because moments later her entire view up was blacked out by nothing except nearly 20 inches of steely black meat.

Her arousal burned inside of her despite the fact that the cum glistening on Kelly's jock was a result of the pounding Staci had given him only a half an hour earlier. The selfish part of Patrice's psyche had now completely kicked in.

"Think Staci learned what she knows from her old lady, Dawg?" Jahon inquired.

"'Bout to find out," Kelly quickly answered. "Open your mouth ...NOW!" he added, straight down at Patrice.

Before the word "NOW" was out of Kelly's mouth, Patrice's head vaulted forward and she opened her mouth to devour the cock closest to her.

Sighing loudly, Jahon's eyes rolled to the back of his head feeling Patrice's wet and hungry mouth close around his jock. Swirling her tongue around the thick slab of meat like a blade on a saw, Patrice sucked off the 18 year old boy just like the desperate woman that she was.

Extending both her thin arms out to support herself, Patrice grabbed Jahon by his parted legs while she attempted to let the boy's cock slid down her throat.

"Eager ain't she," Kelly observed, stroking his cock right in front of Patrice's blank face.

"There's two cocks here baby...Better suck 'em both," Jahon not so subtly hinted.

An instant later, Patrice spit out Jahon's black log and turned her head with breakneck speed before closing her tingling mouth around Kelly's erect joint.

"UUMMMMM...Now that's the way to suck a cock Baby," Kelly admired.

As her saliva drifted down her gullet, Patrice couldn't help but taste the glossy, pungent nectar already coating Kelly's dick, knowing exactly where that slickness had come from. Working the boy's sloppy, throbbing knob around her mouth, Patrice's pussy tingled when she realized she was sucking the same dick that had just fucked her Daughter.

"Forget about me...HUH," Jahon scolded.

Quickly, Patrice removed her mouth from Kelly's crotch and returned her focus to Jahon's swinging manhood.

Ten seconds later, Kelly did the same thing, then Jahon, then Kelly, until Patrice had gotten so dizzy from going back and forth, her shoulders started to sway, leaving her on the verge of passing out.

"Look a little woozy there Momma...tell ya what...Why don't you just try sucking both our dicks at the same time...save yourself the trouble," Jahon crudely offered.

Desperately needing a dose of fresh oxygen, Patrice tilted her head back and hoarsely breathed in and out several times. As she collected herself, both boys reached down and dug their fingertips into the back of Patrice's head.

Standing side by side, their jutting cocks right next to each other, Jahon and Kelly pulled Patrice's face closer until her wet lips and saliva coated chin smacked up against their gigantic erections.

"Let's see how bad you need that crack, Bitch!" Jahon grunted.

The sensation of complete dominance over someone coursed through both Kelly and Jahon's bloodstream as they gazed down at Patrice below. The fleshy rhythmic sounds of both young men smacking their pulsing cocks down across Patrice's cheeks, chin and nose ricocheted across the room as they teased her mockingly.

"Open your mouth, Wench," Jahon ordered.

"That's right baby...that's it," Kelly sighed, seeing Patrice start to comply.

Seizing the opening, Jahon was the first to shove his prick into Patrice's waiting mouth, forcing his musky, uncircumcised cockhead to bob like a tootsie roll pop between the woman's lips.

Seeing his friend's cock slip into Patrice's mouth, Kelly edged closer and ardently placed his helmet shaped, spongy cockhead right beside the woman's lips as well.

Pulling Patrice's face forward with their hands, her mouth was forced to devour both guys' cocks at the same time.

"ALLLLL...TTHHHAAA...WWAAAYYY...YYEEAAHH...THAT'S RIGHT," Both guys grinned happily. "Good thing she snorts the shit," Kelly added, referring to Patrice's drug use. "Her mouth ain't gonna be good for nothin' after we finish with her. "

Bullying forward as best they could, Kelly and Jahon seesawed their cocks deeper and deeper until Patrice had to flare her nostrils just to breath. Watching with amazement as both their dicks worked inside the white woman's mouth, Jahon and Kelly couldn't help but see that it looked as if Patrice had two tennis balls bulging out from inside her mouth.

Patrice was left with no option but to reach out with her shaky hands and wrap them around both young mens' asses to keep herself from toppling over.

Having already blew his cumload inside Staci minutes earlier, Kelly knew he had to work a little longer to bust a nut than his friend Jahon did. Seeing Jahon's face begin to contort joyously, Kelly pulled back slightly and let his partner have his moment in the sun.

"That's right J...choke her mouth with that shit...make the hungary Bitch swallow every last drop," Kelly cheered on his friend. "She doesn't look like she's ate anything in a week...Bitch needs some nutrition...GIVE IT TO HER!!"

"MMMPPHHH...AAAAHHH...MMMMPPPPHHHHAAAHHHHHHH...EEEEEAAAAHHHHH," Jahon shouted as he came violently, holding his cock inside Patrice's mouth until every last drop dripped out and what wasn't swallowed coated the woman's tongue, teeth mouth and lips like warm glaze.

Seeing Jahon's lust reach a crescendo as Patrice helplessly balanced herself on her knees below, Kelly couldn't hold back either, sending what little seed he still had in his balls like tiny white raindrops right underneath Patrice's left eye, smudging her cheek with his sticky semen.

Gazing down at the cowering and overwhelmed woman below, Kelly and Jahon pulled their cocks free from Patrice's mouth, watching with amusement that she didn't even make an attempt to wipe away the cum that now covered 70% of her face.

Stuffing his slowly deflating cocks back inside his jeans, Jahon reached inside the breast pocket of his shirt, took out a crisp $20 bill, balled it up slightly and dropped it right across the bridge of Patrice Simmons's nose. The money bounced off her face with a sticky thud before coming to rest on the floor, right between her kneeling thighs.

"There's your money, Cunt...well earned," Jahon laughed crudely, as he tossed it down.

Leaving Patrice behind, Jahon and Kelly strolled back up the trailer's hallway with all the cocksure moxey of victorious gunslingers. Making their way into the living room, both young men cast a daunting and scathing glare towards Staci who was now in the kitchen smoking a cigarette at the small cluttered dinner table as if to say to her, "We'll be back...anytime we want!"

* * * * *

The vacancy sign that flashed on and off outside Room 17 of the Montgomery Truck Stop Motel seemed to hypnotize Carl Scroggins as he finished off the rest of his fourth Camel Filter of the afternoon.

Rubbing his eyes with his knuckles, Carl watched as the young girl who had just left his room dodged the raindrops, jittering across the parking lot hurriedly, evidently in an attempt to get back to the truck stop to pick up her next customer.

"Could have paid $40 for a simple blow job asshole, but no, you had to shell out $150 for the deluxe treatment, " Carl scolded himself bitterly, mashing the cigarette butt out in the ash tray on the window sill.

Torturing himself ruthlessly for cheating on his wife for the first time in 17 years, Carl also kicked himself for spending $150 that he really didn't have to give up. That was money that he was planning to use to help save his hide from his bookie who had him so completly by the balls.

"Hell...Gabe's probably that girl's pimp too...one way or the other...he's getting his fuckin' money the son of a bitch!" Carl spit out loud, lighting another smoke.

After slowly inhaling Camel #5, Carl flicked the cigarette butt towards the ashtray, his luck of the last few days holding as it missed the circular target completely. Gathering up his wallet and keys, Carl headed out of the room for the checkout desk, his head shaking continuously from his overwhelming frustration.

It had only been 24 hours earlier that he was on his knees, giving another man a blowjob, for the simple reason of getting himself a little more time to come up with the money to cover his steep gambling debts.

Carl had tortured himself the whole night after it had happened and decided sometime during that long dark ordeal that he would find the first prostitute that he could to re-prove his masculinity to himself, desperately needing to show that he wasn't 'like that'.

Now, after the afternoon romp was over, Carl Scroggins was still haunted by what had happened in Gabe Giavoni's office and on top of that, he was also now $150 more in the hole.

The thought of Gabe having those incriminating photos, documenting Carl's vile act, also did nothing to improve Carl's mood as he stoicly began walking over to the checkout desk.

Running the rest of his weeks schedule through his head, Carl was thankful that he was leaving the next day for a 2 day business trip to New Orleans. Besides the fact that he sorely needed some time away to put everything in perspective and to clear his mind, Carl also saw a glimmer of optimistic hope in the chance to spend two nights on the riverboats on the Mississippi trying to win enough money to cover his debts. Like an sick gambler, knowing he only had half of the money Gabe was demanding, Carl actually thought he could take the money he had to New Orleans, double it, and then bring it home to make everything OK.

* * * * *

In a scene pulled straight from Tammy Scroggins's most macabre nightmare, she looked straight up at her bedroom ceiling imagining the sky was falling down on her as she waited for the boys that had been blackmailing her to arrive.

"Leave the back door unlocked," they had said.

She had complied.

"Be lying on your bed...completely naked," they had demanded.

She had also complied. Looking down disbelieving over her naked frame, Tammy was struck by her stark paleness in the mid afternoon sunlight.

"Wear a blindfold!" they had ordered as well.

That was one demand Tammy still hadn't brought herself to comply with just yet. A long, heavy scarf sat on the pillow beside her, waiting to be put on, but Tammy hadn't yet worked up enough courage to cover her eyes, knowing two complete strangers would soon be in her house, coming upstairs for her.

The absurdity of it all had long since blown Tammy's rational mind but one thing she did understand was that the boys were not playing any games and they had backed up every threat they had made to her.

If there was any positive in what was about to happen, it was the fact that Tammy had sent Carl on his way an hour earlier for a two day business trip to New Orleans. Tammy knew, no matter what happened in her bedroom in the coming hours, seeing her husband of 17 years afterwards and having to sleep in that same bed would be absolute Hell.

Laying in the quiet stillness of her bedroom, trying desperately to keep her mind focused on anything but what was impending, Tammy couldn't help but jump and twitch each time she heard a car mother down the street or door slam shut in the neighborhood around her, fearing the next act of her nightmare was about to begin.

Sneaking a peek at the clock beside her bed, Tammy swore time had almost stopped seeing the second hand move with the speed on an elderly Florida driver around the clock face.

"How long do I have to wait here?" Tammy asked herself, not even realizing the sheer fact she had asked herself the question meant she had subconsciously submitted to her fate.

In an attempt to keep herself from having to look at the clock or the pictures of her husband and kids that lined the walls of her bedroom, Tammy was left with no choice but to look down and awkwardly size up her naked body. Over the years, Tammy's body had become a stranger to her, in that whenever she was naked in a sexual situation, her and Carl had more times than not, ended up doing it with the lights off.

Laying there now, completely displayed for a couple of thuggish strangers on her own bed, Tammy felt an eerie sense of detachment as she admired the heaviness of her breasts and her fleshy but toned thighs.

At about 20 minutes after 11, Tammy had seriously started to lose her patience. Just as her brain was about to send out the message to her legs to rise and stand up, putting an end to the silly charade she was taking part in, the unmistakable sound of the back door in the kitchen downstairs opening jarred her senses.

"Oh my God," Tammy mouthed. "This can't be happening."

Hearing at least two sets of shoes echoing across the linoleum downstairs, Tammy instinctively reached for the scarf beside of her, hastily tying it around her head to comply with the clear orders she had been given. Blindfolded now for her blackmailers, all Tammy could do was hold her breath as the two men made their way upstairs to do Lord knows what to her.

"OHH...SHHITT," Tammy cringed, a horrible idea bursting into her head. "What if one of the kids snuck home early from school...what if they are the ones walking upstairs to their bedroom with one of their friends...my bedroom door is wide open...and I'm completely naked! I've got to get up!"

"Stay right here," another inner voice told Tammy sternly, for her own good. Fear had gripped her so complexly, Tammy probably couldn't have moved if she had tried.

Adjusting her head slightly so that the knot tied in the scarf behind her head didn't grind into her scalp, Tammy laid there in her self imposed darkness as if she was awaiting surgery.

She could vividly hear at least two sets of heavy footsteps walk through the kitchen until the steady walking sound went silent. "They are in the living room... on the carpet," Tammy guessed correctly.

* * * * *

"Its right up the stairs there J," Kelly pointed and whispered, knowing the layout of the house from the day he pilfered Tammy's pictures from her nightstand.