Katalina stood at the door impatiently tapping her foot. She pressed the doorbell for the millionth time.
'Where are they?' she wondered. She and Avril were supposed to go to the beach for a beautiful sunset. As usual, unfortunately, Katalina was running late. The attractive Latina never let that stop her before, though. She wore only her hot pink bikini outfit. There were beach towels slung in the back seat of her jump, which was parked in the curb with the key still in the ignition.
There would be time to make it to the beach and still watch the sun dip into the ocean if Avril would hurry her ass up.
After what seemed like forever, the door swung open. Avril's mom stood there, smiling a creepy sort of fake smile. She was wearing a night shirt and pajamas, which seemed strange, but who was Katalina to judge? Maybe Avril's mom had needed a nap or something.
"Hi Kat. Come on in. I think Avril's waiting for you upstairs."
Katalina shook her head. "Sorry, Mrs. Malone. No time. Can you just tell Avril to come out and meet me by the jeep?"
The gorgeous Latina turned to walk away when Mrs. Malone's voice cut in a little desperately.
"Actually Kat, I think Avril needs your opinion on something. She can't decide what she wants to wear to the beach. You know how she is...if I just tell her you're waiting, she may take all day to decide. You might need to go up there and give her an extra nudge. You know what looks good on her and you have good sense of style."
Katalina felt a little taken aback by the compliment, but she grinned. "Thanks. That's nice of you to say, Mrs. Malone. I know what you mean, too. We're already running late enough as it is. Okay, lead me to her." Kat followed Sandra into the house, and Sandra began walking up the stairs.
Kat thought it odd that Sandra seemed so distracted. Her fingers were tapping nervously on her hips as she mounted the stairs. "She's in her bedroom I think," Sandra said. Then, as they hit the landing at the top of the stairs, two things happened fast. A man jumped out from behind a closet door, waving a gun in Kat's face. Another man rushed behind her as she turned to flee, blocking her escape.
"Don't try to make a move, bitch. You'll just get hurt." Vick twisted Katalina's hands behind her back, snapping cuffs on them before she knew what was happening. Meanwhile Mick planted the gun against her cheek and told her to be still.
"That's it, bitch. Don't move a muscle. Welcome to the festivities. We're glad you could join us!"
Kat's eyes widened as she saw two naked black men walk down the hallway to join their friends. Traze and Jamal gave each other a high-five and then turned to Sandra who stood there, her lips trembling.
"I'm sorry, sweetie. They made me. I had to do it...for my family," Sandra sighed.
"You bitch! You helped them capture me!" Kat hissed. She couldn't believe it. Her mind whirled, wondering what insane world she'd just stepped into.
"Hey, I'm Traze, and I own this house and everything in it...including your cute, soon-to-be naked ass," said the biggest of the black men, tattoos swirling down biceps that looked almost like tree trunks.
"Why don't we get acquainted?" Traze said. He turned to Vick and Mick. "Why don't you two take mom downstairs to be reunited with her daughters? You can have fun with them while Jamal and me take Katalina upstairs to get familiar with Dad."
The black men nodded, grunting with enthusiasm. "Sounds good to us, brother."
In no time at all Traze slashed away Katalina's bikini and panties. The young woman trembled in Jamal's grasp. He had taken over for Vick, holding her body fast.
"Oooh. What have we hear? A cute, pink pussy with pouting lips just inviting a good lick...or a big, hard black cock. Which shall we go with first, sweetie?"
"Don't touch me!" Katalina squealed. But Jamal had the gun now, and he put the barrel of the pistol to her cheek.
"I recommend you don't move those sexy legs one inch while my brother plays with you. I'd hate to accidentally pull this trigger and rearrange your pretty face, ya know?"
Katalina tried to swallow as panic began to set in. She unwillingly opened her thighs as Traze pushed at them with his big hands. His face darted between her legs, and he gently traced his tongue along her labia. She groaned as she felt his tongue suddenly dive deeply, sampling the taste of her sex. Then he moved upward, tickling her clitoris before plunging his tongue once more into her soft depths.
The black man lapped at her cunt with dedication, his mouth clamped to her crotch as he worked her clit. It wasn't long before Katalina felt a weakness in her legs. They began to turn to jelly as Traze stoked a fire in her loins. Her juices began to flow, trickling onto the black man's tongue as he continued to feast on her pussy. Meanwhile Jamal cupped her supple breasts, squeezing them as she groaned.
"Yeah, you little Latina slut. You like that, don't you. You like my brother's tongue making you all creamy and wet down there."
Jamal teased the girl's nipples as Traze licked and lapped harder, then faster than before. The black man's jaw rippled with effort as he licked her at a feverish pace, his tongue battering her little joy bundle. The sexy Latina squirmed. Her beautiful face turned bright red as she looked down at the man pleasuring her.
"Please...make him stop! This is wrong!" Katalina moaned. Her body was responding now, though, and her breasts trembled as her next breath came out in a shudder. She couldn't believe the sensations intensifying between her legs. The arousal coiling through her insides, stoking her into a feminine beast. She sighed, her hands clenching behind her back as Jamal leaned over to lave one of her nipples as if it were a rare jewel.
"Mmm. You got yummy tits, bitch. We may have to whip them later, just so see how well they jiggle," Jamal said with a cruel grin.
