Rosalie Somers walked back into the stock way with the large salad container like she had always done for the stopping point four age. It was almost shutdown prison term, 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 last five hours of that Fri fixing the compressor of the pass in freezer that was located in the nook of the stock room. Each prison term in those five hr that she had clicked her waitress shoes into the room, the two with child pitch-black men watched her every front with lustfulness until she got what she needed and puttered out.

The dark Orange River waitress uniform that she wore was cut just about halfway up the thigh, and Rosalie's branch were very shapely and pleasing to the centre. Her ass and boobs were also well framed and both gave just the decently jiggle as she effortlessly moved about. At 5'6"and 129 Pound, the 36-27-38 sexy 25-year-old nutrient host with the longsighted sorry chocolate-brown hair had been holding the brothers'pecker at attending all day. Normally it didn't take over five time of day to fix a compressor, but the men were plenty distracted.

The two brothers were Brobdingnagian. Duane, 30, at 6'3"225 was very fit and the older of the two. Nathan was bigger though at 6'5"239, and only two years younger. They looked more like they belonged on a football field than they did in blue workmen overalls.

Nathan :"Damn man ! That kick 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 great too. Her little snowy ass probably never been around no black snake before though."

Nathan :"All the wagerer my brother. All them little white dicks ; that pussy's got to be tighter than a salientian's ass."

Duane :"spade yous crazy. Ain't no albumen girl that looks like that gon na have it away ugly ass niggas like us."

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

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

Duane stood up and put his bridge player into the backwards pockets of his overalls. 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 precarious place. We'll only charge you for four hours labor and character, but we might have to come back Monday though and cease up."

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

Duane :"We just need about two Sir Thomas More hours, but you're closing in twenty dollar bill five."

Frankie :"Only two more hour huh ? All right clasp on. Rosalie ! Can you add up in here a minute ?"

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

Rosalie :"What's up Frankie ?"

Frankie :"These two say they need a couple of Sir Thomas More 60 minutes. Can you stay until they're done ? I'll make sure you get two 60 minutes double time. I'd do it myself but Caroline's been bitching at me for coming home late. I promised I'd be on clock time tonight and she's going to cook something special."

Rosalie :"Well, I did sustain a date with Mark tonight, but I guess I can blow it off if you're going to pay me double. for sure. I'll stay 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 short gabardine waitress in this diner in the middle of nowhere off the highway ?

Rosalie :"Oh wait ! Mark was supposed to blame me up. If I stay, how am I going to get house ?"

Before anyone could say anything else Nathan thought quickly.

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

Rosalie was uneasy. She lived with her parents in an all ashen suburb. How would it look if she were seen being driven home by two very magnanimous opprobrious men ? How would she excuse it to her Father if he had somehow saw ? As she contemplated it all in her top dog Frankie made the decision for her before she could object.

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

Frankie removed his apron after handing the keys to a shocked Rosalie and grabbed his coat. He was then quickly out the door and they heard him push back off. Rosalie looked at the keys in her script and then looked up at the two blood brother. Both were smiling at her.

Rosalie :"Ok bozo, I'm gon na go lock up and finish cleanup. You need anything just let me know."

With that she went to the front of the diner. Nathan looked at his crony who was still standing there with his manpower in his cover pockets.

Nathan :"Hey D, recall that time you knocked the pin out of the freezer doorway at the Capon Hotel last summer ?"

Duane :"What ? Yeah I remember that. Why would you bring 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 room access he was speaking of was the one for the overall stemma room. Back in the day, the altogether room had been one big walk in freezer. Before it was a dining compartment, the construction was an out of the way meat market.

Duane :"Yeah. So."

Nathan :"It sure was hot today. Shit, it's been uncollectible 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 cunt to think we're all locked in we could eventually get some of that pussy."

Duane :"Get your female parent fucking horny black ass over here and let's finish fixing this compressor."

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

Duane :"Listen, you ain't gon na get laid this bastard up ! I won't let you."

Nathan :"Now come on D. I know you wan na nooky this little white bitch just as practically as I do."

Duane :"for sure ! I wouldn't mind getting some, but I ain't about to go to mother fucking jail tonight."

Nathan :"gaol ? Ain't nonentity even trying to go to jail. Man you worry too much ! You just leave everything to me Bro. We gon na get some pie-eyed white slit tonight !"

Duane shook his promontory and laughed to himself. He knew what his fiddling brother was thinking and even though he liked the idea, he wanted to finish the job and wee-wee sure they secured their money. Their Father Henry had started this niggling infrigidation repair society back in the 60's. When he died two years ago in 1979, he left the party to his two sons. Duane was always the degree headed one, which was understandable because he was the oldest. Nathan was smart too he just took some unnecessary chances from time to time.

Out front end Rosalie locked the diner room access and put the window blinds down. She couldn't hear the conversation going on about her between the brothers in the backrest. All she had on her mind was the fact that she was going to miss her particular date that night. She walked over and put a dime into the pay earpiece and called her boyfriend Mark.

Rosalie :"Hello bull's eye ? Hey listen, I've got to do some overtime tonight so I've got to scratch 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 attention, this is MY job ! … Yeah fuck you too then !"

Apparently, not only was their date off for the night, but their human relationship had just ended as well. Rosalie wasn't that broken up over it though. affair had been rocky for a while now and it was why she was mistrustful about missing tonight's date to commence 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 into the telephone and made another call.

Rosalie :"hi Mom ? … Yeah it's Rosey. Listen, I've got to work a petty bit late tonight so I'll be home tomorrow… Well, we're gon na finish very late… Don't worry, Frankie's wife said I could just go home with him and I can use their Edgar Albert Guest room… Yeah it's just stock. Okay… see you tomorrow, love you too !"

She felt bad lying to her mother but she couldn't distinguish her the truth that she was overseeing the study of two big Shirley Temple men, the same two big black men that would be driving her abode later that nighttime. Her female parent would most assuredly tell her father, and he'd waste no prison term storming to the dining car in a rage. Her parents liked Frankie though, and they trusted him with their daughter's well being. At least they thought they could confide him.

Rosalie spent the next hour and twenty minutes in the presence of the dining car cleaning up, restocking napkins, and filling condiment nursing bottle and such. She figured as long as she was there, she could get a startle on her casual sunrise duties and get a parachuting on Monday's morning surge. The Sir Leslie Stephen blood brother worked diligently on the compressor during that time. They had it up and working inside of an 60 minutes and were now busy cleaning up their tools. wellspring, Duane was cleaning up the dick. Nathan was meddlesome gimmicking the pin on the farm animal room room access.

Nathan :"Alright I'll cry her in and leave the door a small give. When she comes in she'll not see that it will close behind her and…fuck it ! We'll all be trapped."

Duane just smiled and shook his nous as he wiped down some socket wrenches. Nathan set the doorway a little bit ajar then yelled for Rosalie.

Nathan :"Yo ! Yo White person fille ! We're all finished in here ! You wan na come in and sign this employment order ?"

Rosalie heard his vociferation and looked at her sentry. It had only taken an 60 minutes and a half. She smiled to herself because she knew she was going to still get paid double time for 2 time of day. She walked to the back and stopped a second when she saw that the stock elbow room door was uncharacteristically almost closed.

Nathan :"Yo man…here she comes."

She opened the room access and entered the bloodline room. Oblivious to what was happening, she let the room access 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 door and tried to fight the gimmicked pin but the door 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 door and pushed Nathan aside and tried to spread out it. It wouldn't budge. She panicked and started to yell.

Rosalie :"HELP ! SOMEBODY aid US !"

Nathan :"Shit girl. There ain't nobody out there. Won't be for a distich of days. You know that."

She knew he was right. The diner was always closed on Sabbatum and Sundays simply because of its placement off of the highway. The period of traffic was only expectant during the working weekdays and the hale orbit was a specter town each and every weekend. It was unpointed and a loss of money to even attempt to open up. Yes, if they didn't get that room access open they might all be stuck until Monday morning when Frankie would be back.

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

Nathan :"We had to get to that world power box behind it. I guess I didn't put the room access back."

Rosalie :"Well not bad, what are we gon na do now ?"

Duane :"spirit like we might be in here a while. Ain't there no windows in this mother fucker ?"

Rosalie :"No. It used to be one big walking in until Mr. Turner bought that minor freezer. With that threshold closed…. we're stuck until somebody opens it from the outside."

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

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

She didn't know what to say after that. As far as she knew, it ‘ was'her fault. She thought about what was going to happen on Monday. Suddenly she didn't sense very well. She sat down on one of the hollow stand, kicked her skid off, and brought her wooden leg up and put her pass in her articulatio genus. When she did so, her skirt rode up and both guys got a glimpse at her pink colorize panties before she fixed herself.

No one spoke for the next half hour. During that time, Duane finished putting all of the tools 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 dark she thought. As long as they found their way out of there by Saturday sometime no one would ever bear to make love.

It was starting to get hot. Rosalie was fanning herself with a opus 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 deep freezer but we just got the compressor going and it has to build up some iciness so naught in there will spoil."

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

Both men then started removing their knickers as well. Rosalie jumped to her pes and started to protest.

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

Nathan :"shite little girl we got knickers on !"

They continued removing their pants and socks and horseshoe as well. It was dependable ; both of them were wearing about second joint high loose pugilist short circuit. Duane was only semi-erect and his prick could be seen outlined by his boxers down his left leg. Nathan on the other script was almost at full mast, and his cock was pointing outward like a tent pole. Both were very big and Rosalie stared at them trying to reckon out if what she was seeing was material. As she stared at their privates monsters, she could feel herself getting a bit turned on and some wetness was beginning to constitute between her legs. She put her legs down and shifted herself a little in embarrassment and pulled her skirt down with her hands.

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

She didn't answer him. She just continued to stare from across the elbow room. As he was prone to do, Nathan took it up another notch and reached into his boxers and pulled his nigrify monster out. It was fully upright, pointing out about a metrical unit from his renal pelvis. He held it in his bridge player as to show it to Rosalie.

Nathan :"You see that ? It's all me girl ! That's a man's shaft right there !"

Rosalie's mouth fell open in awe. She was shocked. Shocked that this man would expose himself in nominal head of her, but more importantly, shocked that he possessed the biggest penis that she had ever seen. Without thinking, she stuttered out a self-denial that Nathan took as a challenge to provide further proof.

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

Nathan :"Oh it can't huh ?"

Nathan dropped his boxer shorts all the way to his ankle joint then stepped out of them. He was now completely bare. He walked across the level towards Rosalie. She cowered a bit as he rapidly approached her, which was understandable. The guy was Brobdingnagian at 6'5 ”, but he was even more intimidating to her fully naked. He stood in front line of Rosalie with his large disgraceful dick pointing at her headspring and then reached down and grabbed her right hand hand and put it on his hammer. It was warm to her touch and seemed to jump as she touched it. It felt very suave, almost velvety.

Nathan :"See that ? Real as a mother fucker !"

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

Nathan :"Well ? Don't just play with it ! Put that shite in your mouth ! Might be the alone way you truly believe."

She looked back down at his cock with her hand still stroking it. From her vantage point his large ballock looked like a great hairy marble bag hanging behind a large black peg. Her nozzle was filling with his musky odor ; one that was even more pungent made so by both the hot weather and the day's work.

He grew impatient as the seconds went by. He pushed her mitt from his cock and then positioned it right in strawman of her red sass and pushed it into her sass. The head of his rooster stretched her mouth as she felt it advertize further in on each small-scale thrust. From the other face of the room Duane watched on as his little brother stabbed at the pretty footling Caucasian miss's human face with his large blackness weapon.

Nathan :"Ahhhh ! Yeeeaaah ! That's it kick ! Hey D, you got ta get over here and try some of this ! gripe'back talk is rigorous !"

Rosalie had lost all her sensibility. Her mind was in a cloudy fog. Nothing Nathan had just said registered. All that she was concentrating on was the big melanize prick that was stuffing her sass and how soft and hard it was both at the same time. She liked how it tasted and she was moving her tongue around trying to get more flavor from it.

Duane took his own underclothes off and quickly walked over to them. He stood on the left side of Nathan and put his cock in the Lapplander locality. Rosalie noticed that he was Brobdingnagian as well, a little unretentive than Nathan but he looked a bit thicker. Just then Nathan pulled his cock out of her mouth.

Nathan :"Come on girl ! devote my brother some of dat too !"

Just as he demanded Rosalie opened her mouth and Duane put his penis into it. She could try the pre-cum on the caput of it and it tasted very salty. Duane put his right hand on her brain and pumped his dense black cock as far into her pharynx as he could make it go. She gagged a bit, and her mascara colored tears started to stream down the sides of her side.

For the adjacent ten minutes they took turn fucking her mouth. The jolly young white girl worked her back talk and tongue feverishly over the both of the two prominent cocks like they were melting Fudgesicles. Finally, Duane couldn't take it anymore.

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

With that he grabbed her straits and pulled her forward and pushed his rooster as trench into her throat as it would go. She felt it pulsate in her mouth and then felt his warm seed pouring into her esophagus. She tried to swallow as a good deal as she could but there was too much of it and it started to drip out at the recession of her rima oris. Nathan, who had been stroking his own rooster feverishly during this, then rushed over and put his hand on her head and shoot his own warhead all over the right side of her face. Rosalie was getting twofold shot, one in her throat and one on her face. She rather enjoyed that and she smiled as she wiped the overabundance cum from her face and licked it off of her fingers.

Nathan :"Okay girl ! Now you got ta generate up some of dat pussy ! Come on get them clothes off ?"

She looked up at him and noticed that his hammer was rock hard again. She looked over at Duane and saw the Sami thing. How could that be ? The both had just came hard only seconds ago. How could either of them have any more sperm in their balls ?

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

Nathan :"Awww shit bitch ! You got ta give us a chance to try !"

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

She hadn't opinion of it that way. She really was very corneous and sucking their big dicks had made her kitty ache for a good ass. She thought about what her parents would think if they ever found out. Her father alone would go ballistic. Still though she was 25 years old and wasn't a small female child anymore.

Rosalie :"okeh, but not here. There's a cot back there behind all those corner. Frankie uses it from fourth dimension to time. 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 shit there IS a cot back here."

The two brothers went to the back of the gillyflower room to retrieve the cot. Rosalie removed her blouse and her skirt, 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 consistence !"

Both guys smiled as Rosalie pushed her panties to the floor exposing a nicely trimmed cunt. The set the cot up and She got on it on all quaternion. Nathan put his cock in her expression again and she took him into her oral fissure as Duane got between her legs behind her at the early end of the cot.

Duane rubbed the mind of his cock across her drenched pussy sass coating it with her juice before steadying his other manus on her ass. He then pushed his putz between her cunt lips and she moaned out loudly.

Duane :"tinker's damn man ! This pussy is plastered !"

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

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

With the added lubrication from her climax, Duane started to pump in a trivial faster with relish. Rosalie screamed around Nathan's peter as he was pumping into her mouth. Two minutes later, and Rosalie came hard again. She had never cum twice in one session of sex let alone twice in mere minutes from each other.

When she finished shuddering from the s climax, Duane pulled out and switched station with Nathan. He put his pussy juice glistened cock in her brass as she was catching her breath, and when she noticed it she put it into her rima oris and started to thrash it clean.

A few second later, Nathan was in position and was feeding his 12-inch freak into her kitty. Every time he pushed in he'd stay then try to get more in with an additional thrust, which at first was painful, but eventually her neck gave way and opened up. Nathan now was getting a good entire 10 column inch into her and she came for a third metre. With the extra lubrication he was able to go himself into her fully and after a few more than pumps Nathan shot a load deep into her womb. Rosalie then had another orgasm.

She was then placed on her back and with her legs in the air Duane climbed up on the cot and fucked her in the missionary spatial relation for a piece. The two men then took turns fucking her missioner for the succeeding hour or so dropping a few more loads into her already sloppy cum-filled cunt. Rosalie had never had a intimate experience like this in her lifetime. Her kitty-cat ached for more than and more of their giant black salamis. She relished the gustatory perception of their inglorious seed and swallowed every cliff that was put near her mouth that she possibly could with glee.

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

Nathan :"You know what D ? We didn't fuck this gabardine little girl in her ass yet."

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

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

Duane :"Well…yeah. I don't think we getting'inside that small White whoreson though."

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

Duane :"Nigga yous a wizard !"

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

Nathan continued to sit puffing on his joint staring at the sleeping Rosalie. She looked like an Angel fabrication there even out insensate and exhausted. He wondered if she was on the pill ? In the foresighted run he really didn't care if she was to get pregnant. He just didn't want to deal with any of the hassle.

Duane returned about 10 minute of arc later and poured two cup of coffee tree from the freshly made pot and brought one to his brother. They sat for a hanker 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 arouse her ass up. You get make with that Crisco."

Nathan went over to the cot and picked the sleeping Rosalie up like she was a humble sister. She woke a little but was still very logy. He then lay down on the level on his dorsum and with his hands around her waist, guided her kill and impaled her pussy down onto his 12-inches. Rosalie moaned loud 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 tired ! Ohhhh ! But it feels so goood ! ! ! Ahhhh ! AAHHHHHH !"

Rosalie then had a wild climax. Nathan kept pumping into her, holding her body tightly against his own chest almost crushing her boobs between them. As she started to derive down from the orgasm, he motioned to Duane who was coating his own putz with the Crisco. He took another match of fingerbreadth full of it out of the can and walked over to the floor behind Rosalie. He spackled his Crisco-ed finger's breadth into her SOB, and then quickly started to crusade his lubed up turncock into her anus.

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

Nathan :"Relax babe ! It only hurts at the showtime !"

She tried to move but Nathan was holding her down too cockeyed as Duane worked his dick in. The Crisco did the deception 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 veritable rhythm and they double penetrated her body for the next ten minutes.

What Rosalie first thought was impossible was now fact as Duane's whole ten in was now up interior of her asshole. They both pulled out and switched places. Again it was a struggle to take her ass because Nathan was a little larger, but Duane's thickness had opened her up pretty well. She thought these guys were trying to kill her ? Two mo later, and the comrade started twice pumping her muddle again with rest. Rosalie had three sexual climax in a row and made auditory sensation that she never thought she could ever make.

They fucked for a while in reduplicate insight, switching up a few times more. Rosalie was losing her mind in ecstasy. Both men dropped a couple of more shipment inside her ass before painting her cheek with another one at the same time at the end of it all.

She wiped her human face off with a napkin and then passed out again on the cot. This metre she slept for a skillful solid three hours. When she finally woke up it was tardy Saturday afternoon. The Stephens brothers were long gone and the door to the back room that had locked them all in was now open. She saw that there was a Federal Reserve note taped to the door so she got up to think it. As she walked across the way she realized that she was still naked and that her ass and pussycat were both still a bit sore. She grabbed the bank bill and went back to the cot to sit and read it.

musical note : Girl, we got the door spread but you were sound asleep. We figured we'd bounce and let you roost. We figured it was the least we could do. Don't worry, we won't William Tell anybody what went on here this weekend. Tell Mister Walsh that the freezer is all set and we'll postal service him da broadside. Thanks for the fun time girl it was great. –Nathan

Rosalie sat for a few Sir Thomas More instant with her nous in her handwriting 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