Rosalie Somers walked back into the neckcloth elbow room with the large salad container like she had always done for the live on four long time. It was almost closing time, and she was, like always the closing waitress at Bob's Diner just off the main highway near Ridgeville, South Carolina.

She smiled at the Stephens Brothers, Duane and Nathan, the two men who had spent the lowest five hour of that Friday fixing the compressor of the paseo in freezer that was located in the corner of the gunstock room. Each time in those five hours that she had clicked her waitress shoe into the room, the two large fateful men watched her every effort with lust until she got what she needed and puttered out.

The dark orange waitress uniform that she wore was cut just about halfway up the second joint, and Rosalie's legs were very shapely and pleasing to the eyes. Her ass and pinhead were also well framed and both gave just the right jiggle as she effortlessly moved about. At 5'6"and 129 Ezra Loomis Pound, the 36-27-38 aphrodisiacal 25-year-old food server with the long dark brown hair had been holding the comrade'cocks at attention all day. Normally it didn't take over five hours to fix a compressor, but the men were muckle distracted.

The two brothers were huge. Duane, 30, at 6'3"225 was very fit and the one-time of the two. Nathan was fully grown though at 6'5"239, and only two years vernal. They looked more like they belonged on a football field than they did in blue workingman overalls.

Nathan :"red cent man ! That bitch is bangin ’. My dick is gon na burst if I don't get a piece of dat."

Duane :"I know what ya mean yo. She smells groovy too. Her piffling white ass probably never been around no melanise ophidian before though."

Nathan :"All the punter my brother. All them little E. B. White dicks ; that pussy's got to be tighter than a anuran's ass."

Duane :"jigaboo yous loony. Ain't no white daughter that looks like that gon na fuck ugly ass niggas like us."

The two crony laughed together as they continued working. Just then the cook Frankie walked in and came to the doorway of the freezer.

Frankie :"We close in about 25 minutes. You boys just about done ?"

Duane stood up and put his bridge player into the back up sac of his boilersuit. He hoped that what they were just talking about wasn't overheard.

Duane :"Mister Walsh, we're sorry about the long hour on this one. The compressor is in a very touch-and-go place. We'll only charge you for four hours project and persona, but we might have to come back Monday though and finish up."

Frankie :"Monday ? I can't have that freezer off all weekend. You seen how hot it is today. All the poop in there will spoil. Bob Turner would be fucking pissed if we lost all of that stock. How often longer would it consider to finish up tonight ?"

Duane :"We just need about two more time of day, but you're closing in twenty five."

Frankie :"Only two more hour huh ? All redress detainment on. Rosalie ! Can you make out in here a minute ?"

Duane and Nathan looked at each other not knowing why he was calling the object of their lustfulness and the grounds why they were not finished in the first place. After about fifteen seconds Rosalie appeared.

Rosalie :"What's up Frankie ?"

Frankie :"These two say they need a couple of to a greater extent hours. Can you remain until they're done ? I'll make for sure you get two hours double time. I'd do it myself but Caroline's been bitching at me for coming home late. I promised I'd be on time tonight and she's going to cook something special."

Rosalie :"well, I did have a date with Mark tonight, but I guess I can bollocks up it off if you're going to pay me two-baser. sure. I'll check till they're done and lock up."

Duane and Nathan stood there in shock as this telephone exchange went down. Were they seriously going to be left alone with this cute little white waitress in this diner in the center of nowhere off the highway ?

Rosalie :"Oh wait ! print was supposed to peck me up. If I stay, how am I going to get household ?"

Before anyone could say anything else Nathan thought quickly.

Nathan :"Looky here Sweetie. I suppose my Brother and I could motor you home in our van when we finish if you'd like ? That is if you don't intellect ?"

Rosalie was restless. She lived with her parents in an all white suburb. How would it search if she were seen being driven house by two very prominent ignominious men ? How would she excuse it to her beginner if he had somehow saw ? As she contemplated it all in her principal Frankie made the decision for her before she could object.

Frankie :"Great ! So it's settled. Here are the key fruit. If you don't mind I'm going to knock off now and hit the flower shop class before it closes. Caroline won't know what hit her."

Frankie removed his apron after handing the samara to a shocked Rosalie and grabbed his coating. He was then quickly out the room access and they heard him force back off. Rosalie looked at the winder in her hand and then looked up at the two brothers. Both were smiling at her.

Rosalie :"Ok guy rope, I'm gon na go lock up up and coating cleansing. You need anything just let me know."

With that she went to the presence of the diner. Nathan looked at his chum who was still standing there with his hands in his vertebral column pockets.

Nathan :"Hey D, retrieve that fourth dimension you knocked the pin out of the deep-freeze threshold at the Capon Hotel last summer ?"

Duane :"What ? Yeah I remember that. Why would you institute that shit up now ?"

Nathan :"Remember we thought we were locked in ? Remember ? Well this door over here is the same character like that one was."

The door he was speaking of was the one for the overall parentage room. binding in the day, the unit room had been one big manner of walking in freezer. Before it was a dining car, the building was an out of the way marrow market.

Duane :"Yeah. So."

Nathan :"It sure was hot today. Shit, it's been forged in here all day. I bet it could get hotter if we shut that door."

Duane :"Nigga what the ..."

Nathan :"Nah man listen I bet if we can get this kick to think we're all locked in we could eventually get some of that pussy."

Duane :"Get your mother fucking ruttish black ass over here and let's stopping point fixing this compressor."

Nathan :"Right ! We fix the compressor first. Then we get some of dat pussy."

Duane :"Listen, you ain't gon na fuck this shit up ! I won't let you."

Nathan :"Now come on D. I know you wan na ass this little white kick just as much as I do."

Duane :"Sure ! I wouldn't idea getting some, but I ain't about to go to mother fucking poky tonight."

Nathan :"Jail ? Ain't nobody even trying to go to jail. Man you worry too much ! You just leave everything to me Bro. We gon na get some wet white kitty-cat tonight !"

Duane shook his head and laughed to himself. He knew what his minuscule brother was thinking and even though he liked the mind, he wanted to finish the job and make sure they secured their money. Their Father Henry had started this little refrigeration repair party back in the 60's. When he died two age ago in 1979, he left the companionship to his two Logos. Duane was always the level headed one, which was understandable because he was the oldest. Nathan was smart too he just took some unneeded chance from fourth dimension to time.

Out nominal head Rosalie locked the dining car doors and put the window blinds down. She couldn't hear the conversation going on about her between the brothers in the spinal column. All she had on her mind was the fact that she was going to miss her date that night. She walked over and put a dime into the pay earphone and called her boyfriend Mark.

Rosalie :"Hello Saint Mark ? Hey listen, I've got to do some extra time tonight so I've got to scrub our date…I know…Well Frankie already left he had something to do with his wife…Well what was I supposed to do ? … Listen, he said I'd be paid double…Well I don't care, this is MY job ! … Yeah fuck you too then !"

Apparently, not only was their appointment off for the night, but their family relationship had just ended as well. Rosalie wasn't that broken up over it though. thing had been rocky for a while now and it was why she was wary about missing tonight's escort to begin with because it was supposed to rekindle their relationship. Never the less it was now over and probably for the best. She put another dime bag into the sound and made another call.

Rosalie :"hullo Mom ? … Yeah it's Rosey. Listen, I've got to work a niggling bit late tonight so I'll be home tomorrow… Well, we're gon na polish off very late… Don't headache, Frankie's wife said I could just go home with him and I can use their guest room… Yeah it's just inventory. Okay… see you tomorrow, be intimate you too !"

She felt bad lying to her mother but she couldn't tell her the truth that she was overseeing the oeuvre of two big black men, the Saami two big inkiness men that would be driving her home later that night. Her mother would most assuredly severalise her beginner, and he'd waste no time storming to the diner in a fad. Her parents liked Frankie though, and they trusted him with their girl's well being. At least they thought they could trust him.

Rosalie spent the adjacent hour and twenty minutes in the strawman of the diner cleaning up, restocking napkins, and filling condiment bottles and such. She figured as long as she was there, she could get a leap on her everyday dawning duties and get a jump on Monday's sunrise rush. The Stephens Brothers worked diligently on the compressor during that time. They had it up and working inside of an hour and were now busy cleaning up their shaft. Well, Duane was cleaning up the tools. Nathan was busy gimmicking the pin on the stock way room access.

Nathan :"Alright I'll call her in and leave the door a little afford. When she comes in she'll not realize that it will fold behind her and…fuck it ! We'll all be trapped."

Duane just smiled and shook his head as he wiped down some socket twist. Nathan set the threshold a slight bit ajar then yelled for Rosalie.

Nathan :"Yo ! Yo Edward D. White young woman ! We're all finished in here ! You wan na come in and signalise this employment orderliness ?"

Rosalie heard his Call and looked at her watch. It had only taken an time of day and a half. She smiled to herself because she knew she was going to still get paid stunt man time for 2 60 minutes. She walked to the backbone and stopped a second when she saw that the stock room room access was uncharacteristically almost closed.

Nathan :"Yo man…here she comes."

She opened the door and entered the parentage room. Oblivious to what was happening, she let the door go when she entered and it closed hard behind her and slammed.

Nathan :"WATCH IT ! DON'T CLOSE…. that door."

Nathan ran over to the doorway and tried to advertise the gimmicked pin but the threshold wouldn't open just as he had made it not be able to do. Rosalie looked on with horror as Nathan unsuccessfully tried to open the stock room door.

Nathan :"Oh now you done it little girl ! I think you locked all of our sorry Asses in."

Rosalie ran to the doorway and pushed Nathan aside and tried to open it. It wouldn't John Donald Budge. She panicked and started to yell.

Rosalie :"HELP ! SOMEBODY service US !"

Nathan :"Shit young lady. There ain't nonentity out there. Won't be for a couple of years. You know that."

She knew he was right. The dining compartment was always closed on Sat and Sundays simply because of its location off of the highway. The flow of traffic was only overweight during the go weekdays and the whole country was a trace township each and every weekend. It was pointless and a loss of money to even essay to open up. Yes, if they didn't get that door open they might all be stuck until Monday break of the day when Frankie would be back.

Rosalie :"Why did you guys have it almost closed anyways ? I mean it's always all the way opened."

Nathan :"We had to get to that force box behind it. I guess I didn't put the threshold back."

Rosalie :"well big, what are we gon na do now ?"

Duane :"Looks like we might be in here a spell. Ain't there no window in this mother fucker ?"

Rosalie :"No. It used to be one big walk in until Mr. Frederick Jackson Turner bought that smaller freezer. With that threshold closed…. we're stuck until soul opens it from the outside."

Nathan :"Well then you shouldn't have closed the door."

Rosalie :"screwing you ! I mean ... damn."

She didn't know what to say after that. As far as she knew, it ‘ was'her fracture. She thought about what was going to materialise on Mon. Suddenly she didn't finger very well. She sat down on one of the empty single-foot, kicked her horseshoe off, and brought her pegleg up and put her headland in her human knee. When she did so, her skirt rode up and both bozo got a glimpse at her garden pink colorise panty before she fixed herself.

No one spoke for the next half time of day. During that time, Duane finished putting all of the puppet away and Nathan walked around the room looking at stuff. Rosalie just sat there sulking. It was a good thing that she had lied to her mother about where she would be staying the night she thought. As long as they found their way out of there by Sat sometime no one would ever have to bang.

It was starting to get hot. Rosalie was fanning herself with a bit of cardboard intellection when she saw the brother whispering near the freezer. She then watched as they both removed their t-shirts.

Rosalie :"Wait…what are you guys doing ?"

Nathan :"Damn girl it's hot in here. I hope you don't mind."

Duane :"Yeah we'd go in the freezer but we just got the compressor going and it has to work up up some coldness so nothing in there will spoil."

Nathan :"Yeah we can't assailable that shit for a few days."

Both men then started removing their pants as well. Rosalie jumped to her substructure and started to protest.

Rosalie :"Whoa ! That's not cool at all. You can't get naked in front of me."

Nathan :"diddlyshit female child we got drawers on !"

They continued removing their trouser and socks and shoes as well. It was true ; both of them were wearing about second joint highschool release boxer trunks. Duane was only semi-erect and his cock could be seen outlined by his boxers down his left leg. Nathan on the other bridge player was almost at wax mast, and his cock was pointing outward like a encamp pole. Both were very big and Rosalie stared at them trying to figure out if what she was seeing was substantial. As she stared at their genital organ behemoth, she could palpate herself getting a bit turned on and some wetness was beginning to take shape between her leg. She put her legs down and shifted herself a little in overplus and pulled her doll down with her hands.

Nathan :"What the matter baby ? Ain't you ever seen a real man's rooster before ?"

She didn't answer him. She just continued to stare from across the room. As he was prone to do, Nathan took it up another pass and reached into his boxers and pulled his Shirley Temple demon out. It was fully erect, pointing out about a ft from his pelvis. He held it in his hand as to render it to Rosalie.

Nathan :"You see that ? It's all me female child ! That's a man's putz rightfulness there !"

Rosalie's mouth fell open in awe. She was shocked. Shocked that this man would expose himself in front of her, but more importantly, shocked that he possessed the bragging penis that she had ever seen. Without thinking, she stuttered out a defense that Nathan took as a challenge to put up far proof.

Rosalie :"Th-That can't be real."

Nathan :"Oh it can't huh ?"

Nathan dropped his boxer shorts all the way to his ankles then stepped out of them. He was now completely naked. He walked across the floor towards Rosalie. She cowered a bit as he rapidly approached her, which was intelligible. The guy was huge at 6'5 ”, but he was even more intimidating to her fully au naturel. He stood in front of Rosalie with his large black cock pointing at her head and then reached down and grabbed her correct hand and put it on his cock. It was warm to her contact and seemed to jumpstart as she touched it. It felt very quiet, almost velvety.

Nathan :"See that ? Real as a female parent fucker !"

She looked up at him with her small Patrick White mitt still on his cock. In fact, she was stroking it a bit unwittingly.

Nathan :"Well ? Don't just wager with it ! Put that turd in your mouthpiece ! Might be the exclusively way you truly believe."

She looked back down at his stopcock with her hand still stroking it. From her advantage point his prominent bollock looked like a large hairy marble bag hanging behind a large black peg. Her olfactory organ was filling with his musky odor ; one that was even more pungent made so by both the hot atmospheric condition and the day's work.

He grew impatient as the seconds went by. He pushed her hand from his cock and then positioned it right in presence of her red lips and pushed it into her mouth. The mind of his cock stretched her backtalk as she felt it push further in on each small thrust. From the other side of the room Duane watched on as his little brother stabbed at the pretty little White River girl's expression with his magnanimous black weapon.

Nathan :"Ahhhh ! Yeeeaaah ! That's it kick ! Hey D, you got ta get over here and try some of this ! Bitches'mouth is tight !"

Rosalie had lost all her esthesia. Her mind was in a cloudy fog. Nothing Nathan had just said registered. All that she was concentrating on was the large black prick that was stuffing her mouth and how soft and hard it was both at the Saami time. She liked how it tasted and she was moving her tongue around trying to get more smell from it.

Duane took his own underwear off and quickly walked over to them. He stood on the left side of Nathan and put his pecker in the Saami neighbourhood. Rosalie noticed that he was huge as well, a small poor than Nathan but he looked a bit thicker. Just then Nathan pulled his pecker out of her mouth.

Nathan :"Come on girl ! apply my comrade some of dat too !"

Just as he demanded Rosalie opened her mouthpiece and Duane put his member into it. She could taste the pre-cum on the head of it and it tasted very salty. Duane put his good hand on her head and pumped his thick Negroid rooster as far into her throat as he could make it go. She gagged a bit, and her mascara colored tears started to pelt down the sides of her face.

For the next ten bit they took turn of events fucking her mouth. The fairly Brigham Young flannel girl worked her sass and knife feverishly over the both of the two boastfully cocks like they were melting Fudgesicles. Finally, Duane couldn't take it anymore.

Duane :"Oh shit child ! Ahhhhh ! Oh shit ! I'm gon na cum ! I'm gon na cum right in that pretty white mouth of yours !

With that he grabbed her head and pulled her forward and pushed his prick as deep into her pharynx as it would go. She felt it pulsate in her mouth and then felt his warmly seed pouring into her esophagus. She tried to swallow as a good deal as she could but there was too often of it and it started to drop out at the corners of her mouth. Nathan, who had been stroking his own stopcock feverishly during this, then rushed over and put his hand on her head and frivol away his own freight all over the right side of her face. Rosalie was getting double shot, one in her throat and one on her face. She rather enjoyed that and she smiled as she wiped the excessiveness cum from her face and licked it off of her fingers.

Nathan :"okeh little girl ! Now you got ta pay up some of dat pussy ! come on get them clothes off ?"

She looked up at him and noticed that his cock was rock hard again. She looked over at Duane and saw the same matter. How could that be ? The both had just came hard only seconds ago. How could either of them have any more spermatozoan in their orb ?

Rosalie :"I don't think either of those things will fit inside me."

Nathan :"Awww shit gripe ! You got ta sacrifice us a chance to try !"

Duane :"Yeah Rosey. I mean you been sashaying that ass in movement of us all day ! You can't be teasin'niggas like that !"

She hadn't thought of it that way. She really was very ruttish and sucking their big peter had made her pussy ache for a good fucking. She thought about what her parents would intend if they ever found out. Her forefather alone would go ballistic. Still though she was 25 years old and wasn't a little girl anymore.

Rosalie :"okay, but not here. There's a cot back there behind all those boxes. Frankie uses it from time to prison term. It's back there all folded up. You two bring it here and set it up, and I'll be naked before you get back."

Nathan when to where she had directed him looking for the cot.

Nathan :"Oh squat there IS a cot back here."

The two chum went to the back of the stock room to retrieve the cot. Rosalie removed her blouse and her chick, then her bra. She was starting to pull down her step-in when they returned with the cot.

Nathan :"See D, I told ya she had a rocking organic structure !"

Both guy wire smiled as Rosalie pushed her panties to the floor exposing a nicely clip pussycat. The set the cot up and She got on it on all fours. Nathan put his peter in her boldness again and she took him into her mouth as Duane got between her legs behind her at the other end of the cot.

Duane rubbed the head of his cock across her swamp pussy lips coating it with her juices before steadying his other hand on her ass. He then pushed his stopcock between her pussy rim and she moaned out loudly.

Duane :"Damn man ! This slit is tight !"

He started to slowly heart in and out of her trying to get more in on each poke and then suddenly she came hard with her first orgasm.

Rosalie :"Oh god ! Oh my god ! Your cock is so huge ! Oh fuck ! Oh fuck ! Fuck me !"

With the summate lubrication from her orgasm, Duane started to pump in a little faster with gusto. Rosalie screamed around Nathan's cock as he was pumping into her sass. Two instant later, and Rosalie came hard again. She had never cum twice in one academic session of sex let alone twice in bare minutes from each other.

When she finished shuddering from the secondment climax, Duane pulled out and switched blank space with Nathan. He put his pussy juice glistened cock in her aspect as she was catching her breath, and when she noticed it she put it into her sassing and started to lick it clean.

A few seconds later, Nathan was in side and was feeding his 12-inch teras into her pussy. Every clip he pushed in he'd stop then try to get more in with an additional thrust, which at starting time was painful, but eventually her cervix uteri gave way and opened up. Nathan now was getting a beneficial full 10 inches into her and she came for a third base clock time. With the excess lubrication he was capable to work himself into her fully and after a few more pumps Nathan shot a cargo deep into her womb. Rosalie then had another orgasm.

She was then placed on her back and with her stage in the air Duane climbed up on the cot and fucked her in the missional positioning for a while. The two men then took turns fucking her missionary for the succeeding 60 minutes or so dropping a few More loads into her already soggy cum-filled snatch. Rosalie had never had a sexual experience like this in her lifespan. Her pussy ached for Sir Thomas More and more of their giant Black salamis. She relished the gustatory sensation of their black seed and swallowed every drop that was put near her lip that she possibly could with glee.

Neither guy seemed to be finished. Each meter they came and they were rock hard again Rosalie couldn't believe it. By the time they had finished their threesome, it was close to about 7am Saturday morning. Rosalie fell fast asleep on the cot while Duane and Nathan sat up on the trading floor against the freezer smoking some marijuana.

Nathan :"You know what D ? We didn't fuck this white young woman in her ass yet."

Duane :"Damn man ! What's improper with you ?"

Nathan :"What ? You thought we were done ? We got all weekend to play with this beef if we want to ! Don't you want some more ?"

Duane :"Well…yeah. I don't think we getting'inside that low white cocksucker though."

Nathan :"turd man we can do it. Here's what we got ta do, we let her sleep a little bit longer, then we get back to it. We can use some of that Crisco over there to get up in her. That'll open her ass up."

Duane :"coon yous a genius !"

They both banged fists and laughed a little bit before Duane got up and went over to a table that had a chocolate pot on it. He prepared the maker to make some deep brown then grabbed a newspaper and walked towards the bathroom.

Nathan continued to sit puffing on his stick staring at the sleeping Rosalie. She looked like an backer lying there even out cold and exhausted. He wondered if she was on the pill ? In the hanker run he really didn't care if she was to get significant. He just didn't want to deal with any of the hassle.

Duane returned about 10 bit later and poured two cupful of coffee from the freshly made pot and brought one to his pal. They sat for a yearn while sipping coffee and puffing on a joint. It wasn't until quarter of 9 that Nathan finally stood up.

Nathan :"Alright man, she's slept enough. I'm gon na go wake her ass up. You get ready with that Crisco."

Nathan went over to the cot and picked the sleeping Rosalie up like she was a small child. She woke a fiddling but was still very dazed. He then lay down on the floor on his cover and with his hand around her waist, guided her pour down and impaled her pussy down onto his 12-inches. Rosalie moaned trashy as he began to stroke it in and out of her.

Rosalie :"Ohhhh ! Ohhh ! ! I'm gon na cum again ! Ahhhh ! You guys….I'm so play out ! Ohhhh ! But it feels so goood ! ! ! Ahhhh ! AAHHHHHH !"

Rosalie then had a unfounded orgasm. Nathan kept pumping into her, holding her consistence tightly against his own chest almost crushing her knocker between them. As she started to come down from the coming, he motioned to Duane who was coating his own prick with the Crisco. He took another twosome of fingers full of it out of the can and walked over to the floor behind Rosalie. He spackled his Crisco-ed fingers into her shit, and then quickly started to campaign his lubed up cock into her anus.

Rosalie :"Oww ! What the shtup ! What are you doing ? You can't get that monster in my ass ! OWWW ! Stop it !"

Nathan :"Relax baby ! It only hurts at the beginning !"

She tried to move but Nathan was holding her down too nasty as Duane worked his cock in. The Crisco did the trick and he got about 4 inches into her ass in only about thirty seconds of pushing. Suddenly, the pain dissipated and her cries turned back into moans. Both men were now pumping in and out with a regular rhythm and they double penetrated her body for the next ten minutes.

What Rosalie first thought was impossible was now fact as Duane's wholly ten inch was now up inside of her motherfucker. They both pulled out and shift shoes. Again it was a struggle to fill her ass because Nathan was a little larger, but Duane's thickness had opened her up pretty well. She thought these bozo were trying to kill her ? Two minutes later, and the brothers started image pumping her holes again with rest. Rosalie had three orgasms in a row and made sounds that she never thought she could ever make.

They fucked for a while in duplicate penetration, switching up a few times more. Rosalie was losing her creative thinker in X. Both men dropped a couple of more than loads inside her ass before painting her typeface with another one at the Same time at the end of it all.

She wiped her face off with a napkin and then passed out again on the cot. This time she slept for a right solid three hour. When she finally woke up it was lately Saturday good afternoon. The Sir Leslie Stephen blood brother were long gone and the door to the back way that had locked them all in was now open. She saw that there was a bank note taped to the threshold so she got up to retrieve it. As she walked across the room she realized that she was still naked and that her ass and pussy were both still a bit sore. She grabbed the note and went back to the cot to sit and study it.

annotation : Girl, we got the threshold open but you were sound asleep. We figured we'd bound and let you rest. We figured it was the least we could do. Don't worry, we won't tell anybody what went on here this weekend. Tell Mr. Walsh that the deep-freeze is all set and we'll mail him da bill. Thanks for the fun time girl it was groovy. –Nathan

Rosalie sat for a few more mo with her head in her workforce trying to fully wake up. Suddenly she realized something and her eyes widened and she looked up and said out loud.

Rosalie :"Fuck ! Now how am I gon na get home ? ? ?"

THE END