Cynthia pulled into the gas station against her better judgment. If she hadn't been running on fumes, she would've waited. It was 1:00 AM and she had dropped a friend off who lived way out of town. Damn it, she thought, why didn't I fill the tank earlier? The station was the only thing lit up at this time of night. At least she didn't run out of gas on the Interstate.
Jamil could see her pull in to the pumps from behind the counter. He watched as she fed her credit card to the pump and started it. Then she came into to the store. She wandered around looking at things. Rich, white high school kid, Jamil thought. She was a gorgeous blond with big boobs. Must be fake, a skinny white girl wouldn't have boobs like that. In a security mirror he could see her slip a coke into her purse, trying to shoplift it. As she strolled out the door right by his counter, he stopped her. "Come over here. Take that Coke out of your purse." She looked chagrined. She didn't know why she stole, she just did it for excitement. She shoplifted little things regularly. Nothing bad had ever come of it.
"You know that's a crime? You know they kick yo ass out of high school for that? You know no damn university will accept yo ass if you have a conviction on your sheet?" She smiled at him and looked sheepish. Then she began to explain how it wasn't really how it looked. Jamil enjoyed watching her try to talk him out of this. She had a Britney Spears kind of smile that would usually get her anything she wanted.
"Yo face is right there smilin' into the cameras, babe. You gonna need to cooperate with me, ya got it?" Cynthia was scared of Jamil. All she saw was a tattooed black man about 20 years old. She was sure he was a criminal.
"What do you mean, cooperate?"
"Don't worry girl, no one is gonna hurt you."
"Yes you are. You're thinking of taking advantage of me."
"No I ain't. You're just goin' to stay and talk wit' me for a while after I close the sto'. I'm goin' to explain to you the error of your ways."
"No, I'm leaving."
"Think about it. Your picture in the papers. Rich, white, high school kid tagged for shoplifting." She didn't open the door.
"Sit over there. I'm gonna close up." Jamil closed up the station and turned off most of the lights. "Follow me." He led her through a door and then another one. There was a spare little apartment in the back. "I live here so I can keep watch on the place at night. What's yo name? And how old are you?"
"Cynthia. I'm 17." God damn, Jamil thought, this chick is somethin'. She had a tight white top that showed every curve of her breasts and slender waist. It had vertical ribs that spread wide as they passed over her breasts and tightened up as they passed her waist. The effect was to accentuate the size of her breasts. A short, dark blue pleated skirt flounced from her slim hips whenever she moved. He was behind her as she looked around the little apartment. Her blood turned cold when she looked at the large bed in the corner. Jamil put his arms around her and clasped his hands at her stomach should she couldn't move away.
"Stop! You can't!"
"Stop squealin'. I know you want this. All you rich white girls want it. You been storin' up guilt for years. You been seein' movies of blacks gettin' firehosed in Selma. You seen the pictures of those little girls killed by the bomb in the church. You seen the pictures of lynched black men hangin' from trees with Kluxers gathered 'round. Those men got lynched just because of rumors they got near a white woman. You got more money than you know what to do with. Yo Daddy bought you that Explorer you drove up in and he bought you those boobs on your chest too. You never seriously think about goin' on a date with a black man. Hell, you don't even talk to any black men, but you know you owe us. You know it deep down."
Jamil could feel Cynthia's body deflate. Cynthia felt herself give up. She did not want him, but she couldn't deny the guilt.
"They're MY breasts. They were NOT bought." Cynthia was near tears. Everyone thought her breasts were fake and they were completely natural. It was so unfair that she got lumped in with all those women who got boob jobs. They all wanted boobs like hers.
Jamil's hands moved up onto her breasts. They were held in place by a bra, but he could tell they were large and delicious. She didn't resist. His little speech had sapped her will.
Jamil explored the front of her body with his hands, never letting loose of her. A hand slipped under the skirt and into her panties in the front. He found her clit. It was dry, but he rubbed very softly and nibbled on her neck while his other hand held a breast. Her breathing became audible. She was getting aroused. When the first little mewl escaped her throat, he knew she would be wet. He dipped his finger into her pussy and found it hot and wet. Now the wet finger went to her clit and used the slipperiness to advantage. Pretty soon her whole body was moving in response to his rhythm.
"Take off your panties, Cynthia." She still couldn't say no. She deserved this. Whatever he would do to her, she deserved it. Or maybe that was just her excuse for giving into her darkest desires. She pulled her panties down and kicked them off. Jamil took off his pants and underwear. His cock stood out almost a foot and thick too. He liked to fuck girls standing up.
"Lean on the table there. Now reach between your legs and grab my cock." Her hand found it and she was startled to feel how big it was. She put the head between the lips of her pussy and wiggled her ass a little to lodge it firmly there. It pushed into her and it hurt. Each time a little farther in and each time it hurt. But she knew she deserved the pain the big cock caused. She was paying for her sins. In a strange reversal, since she deserved it, being fucked by this vile black criminal was turning her on. Submitting to him was calming her.
Jamil loved this moment. He watched his foot long cock disappear into Cynthia's small shapely ass again and again. It just didn't seem like a big black cock should fit in such a slender girl. He reached around and held her breasts, still in their clothes, as he fucked her under her skirt. She was breathing hard now and obviously very aroused. Cynthia certainly wasn't a virgin. There aren't a whole lot of 17-year-old virgins in Texas high schools. Her pussy felt more full than it ever had before. He was just warming up though. By the time he was in shouting distance of coming, Cynthia was moaning and clearly in heat. He pulled out of her and she turned around and looked at his cock.
"My God, that's huge." No wonder she had felt so stretched. She grasped it eagerly, wanting to feel its weight and girth. It filled both her hands. She leaned over and kissed the purple/black helmet on this invader. She spread her lips over it and pushed down as far as she could. Just a few inches filled her mouth and she stroked the many inches that she couldn't fit in her mouth. Her other hand cupped his large balls. She had blown several guys and liked oral sex. It had turned her on in the past. This was different though. This cock made her feel small and fragile. This cock could hurt her.
"Down on your knees, Ho." Cynthia obeyed. God, she thought, I'm on my knees sucking this lowlife's dick. At the same time, she was salivating with desire as she attempted to blow this huge cock. She had one hand on his cock and one on his balls, just like she heard it was supposed to be done. The desires emanating from that dark place in her mind already wanted to be fucked and fucked hard by this cock. She might never feel something like this again.
Jamil just savored the sight of this rich, white chick, still clothed, sucking away at his cock. Watching a blond suck a black cock is one of the most erotic sights there is. He got impatient and wanted to see her naked. "Take off those clothes, babe. I want to see those tits of yours."
As Cynthia took off her clothes she fought against it. Why was she doing this? She knew. For some dark reason she wanted more of this. Maybe it WAS the guilt. When she stood naked, she first felt a wash of shame. She was naked in front of this slime ball. Then her desire took over. Her breasts were free. Her body was now open to her attacker. She should resist, but somehow she wouldn't or maybe couldn't. Her skin tingled with desire for what was to come.
"Lay on the bed, Ho."
Jamil was naked now too. Cynthia looked at the ugly tattoos all over him and shivered. He hadn't really hurt her yet though. The fucking had been gentle, so far. She lay on the bed with her head on the pillow and hands covering her breasts.
Jamil climbed up and knelt over her, straddling her torso. He pushed his dick in between her breasts. "Push your boobs together, Ho." He fucked her boobs slowly. The long dick would come near her mouth on each stroke. She couldn't resist leaning down so that he thrust into her mouth at the end of each stroke.
Jamil moved up and pushed directly into her mouth. Cynthia's hands grasped his cock. She licked and savored and sucked it. She had sucked other guy's cocks, but this was amazing. She was enthralled with his cock. She wanted to make love to it. She wanted to consume it, to have it jammed down her throat past her vocal chords. She couldn't get enough of it. He was moving his hips now, fucking her mouth, slowly so he didn't hurt her. Damn, he loved the feathery touch of her hand on his balls.
Jamil's cock started to swell. He wasn't ready to come yet, though. He lay beside her and began kissing her luscious breasts. They were large soft mounds on her chest with small nipples. Cynthia couldn't help moaning as he kissed her breasts. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive. She loved it when a guy worshipped her breasts.
She moaned in displeasure when he pulled away from her breasts, but he slid down and pushed her legs apart and began kissing all around the junction. His tongue slid up and down her pussy lips and then probed inside a little. She let out a prolonged sigh follow by a high-pitched "Ohhhhh" when his tongue hit her clit the first time. She swooned continuously as he worked on her clit. Cynthia wanted badly to come. She reached and held his head against her pussy. He slowed down and licked firmly, steadily. Cynthia's orgasm crept up on her and then pounced. It exploded out of her, propelled by the force of taboo. The depravity of sex with this vile man multiplied the intensity of her pleasure. It was an orgasm like she had never felt before. Her entire body convulsed, totally out of control.
A calmness spread though her body in the wake of the orgasm. She felt like she was melting into the bed. This was still rape. She was here against her will. But instead of hurting her, he was giving her pleasure. None of her voluntary sex had been this good.
"On your stomach. Up on yo knees." Cynthia obeyed, now anticipating that whatever was next would be pleasurable. After inserting his cock in her pussy he had her put her knees together and collapsed her onto her stomach. He squatted over her and fucked her by raising and lowering his body. His cock was so long that he still penetrated her farther on each thrust than her other sexual partners had done. Her legs squeezing together intensified the pleasure in her pussy. The friction with the walls was hot and wet. But she was desperate to feel that cock go all the way into her. She wanted to know what it would feel like when a cock reached the part of her pussy that had never been penetrated before.
Without warning the cock pulled out. "On yo back, girl." Cynthia rolled over and spread her legs, inviting him inside of her. She knew she wanted it however he was willing to give it to her. He pushed into her four or five inches. The second thrust was six or seven inches deep. This was as deep as she had ever felt before. Retreat and push. Each time deeper still, until after 3 more thrusts, she felt his pubis grinding against hers. He was buried to the hilt in her. Way up into her belly, her organs felt pushed aside. A big stake had been driven a foot up into her. It felt incredibly good. Retreat to the entrance and all the way back in. Each thrust long and sensuous, reminding her again how big his cock is. All this and it was fat too, stretching her pussy lips to the limit. Her legs were pulled way up and out, exposing her pussy, giving him maximum access. Jamil banged away at her. When her second orgasm hit her, it rolled though her body. This time it was tight and intense, centered in her pussy.
Her orgasm almost made Jamil come too, but he resisted. When her orgasm had subsided and she was relaxing in the afterglow, mellow and calm, he pulled gently out of her and crawled up by her head. She eagerly took his cock into her mouth. He wanted to come in her mouth! She began salivating. If he wanted to come in her mouth, she wanted it too. As he got close, he grabbed his cock and began jacking it slowly, pointing it at her mouth. She waited calmly. When Jamil shouted, cum shot into the back of Cynthia's throat. In the afterglow of her own orgasm, she was relaxed about his cum. The pool of cum in her mouth tasted rank and salty. The spurt on her cheek dripped onto her neck. She noticed when two globs dripped on her breasts. Despite her calmness, her heart was beating fast and her breathing was labored as she lay waiting for the spurts of cum to stop. She was drenched with cum, her mouth was sloppy all around with cum that missed her mouth. She swallowed the cum in her mouth because she didn't know what else to do with it.
The tension released, Cynthia burst out laughing. "God, you made a mess." Jamil let her clean up in the bathroom and the she lay on the bed while Jamil idly toyed with her breasts waiting until he was ready for the next round. The knock on the door startled Cynthia. Jamil yelled "Come awn in." A skinny black man came slouching through the door. "This here is Otis. He's a friend of mine and I owe him big time. That's why I invited him over here. You need to be nice to Otis now."
Cynthia was frightened again. Jamil had been gruff and was technically raping her, but he had forced pleasure on her as well as taking it from her. She had come to feel oddly safe with him. "Please, no, don't make me. I've made you happy haven't I? Can't I leave now?"
"Get on your knees, girl. I owe Otis $1000 and it's important to me that you be his fren. Got it?" He held her chin and put his face right up next to hers when he said this in a slow menacing tone.
"OK", Cynthia sank to her knees by the bed and Otis stood in front of her. She had to open his pants and take his cock out like a common whore. It was a big rubbery snake that she took in her mouth. She hated it, Otis was ugly and didn't smell too good. But then the cock grew in her mouth as she sucked. Soon she was sucking a very long thin black cock and Cynthia was enjoying it. She tried getting the thin cock as far down her throat as she could. She succeeded much better than she had previously. Acting like a slut whore was turning her on! She couldn't believe that her pussy was dripping from the excitement of sucking this stranger's cock. Jamil sat in a chair and watcher her for quite a while. He liked watching a pretty girl give head.
Jamil nudged her on the shoulder and pointed to the bed. Otis got naked and laid down. Cynthia put her head on Otis' stomach and began to fellate him again. Jamil lay behind her on the bed, spooning her while she sucked on Otis. She felt Jamil's cock push into her pussy from behind and she moaned in pleasure, which felt good on Otis' cock. Cynthia was quickly transported into delirium. The cock's filling her from either end were driving her mad with desire. When Jamil reached around and rubbed her clit, she exploded. With her orgasm engulfing her, she nevertheless managed to frantically suck and jack off the long thin cock in her mouth. Before her own orgasm had subsided, jets of cum filled her mouth as Otis grabbed her head and pushed it down on his dock. "Eat dat cum, baby. Eat dat nigger cum, white girl.", he yelled.
Cynthia's orgasm renewed and thundered through her body a second time when Otis' cum filled her mouth. Jamil kept stroking into her from behind, but didn't come. All this made her orgasm last forever. Finally she flopped back on her back and lay still except for breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. Her young breasts rose and fell sexily with her labored breath, a sheen of sweat on them. Otis went to the bathroom and Cynthia laid her head on Jamil's shoulder.
Otis came back and stood by the bed looking down at what looked like lovers cuddling after sex. Cynthia's head rested on Jamil's chest. Her hand was on his stomach toying the little bit of hair there. "Hey, can I fuck the bitch in the ass now? She got a beautiful white ass on her." Cynthia's blood ran cold. She thought she had finished with Otis by giving him a blowjob. She had never had anal sex and never intended to.
"Yeah, brothah. Help yourself. The lube's in the drawer there." Jamil's arm around her held her where she was, on her side with her head on his chest. He whispered into her hair, "Just relax. Girls really like Otis' cock in their ass cuz it's so skinny."
Otis' fingers greasing up her ass were disgusting. Then his fingers spread her cheeks and a blunt object pressed between them. It was his cock, of course. It found her little rosebud of a back entrance and began forcing its way in. Cynthia found herself clinging to Jamil for support. He kept whispering in her ear to relax and it would be OK. As he pushed the last inch of his cock up into her virgin rectum, she cried. Her tears dripped on Jamil's chest. Her ass was stuffed full. It felt so vile. It felt like that split second when the shit spreads your ass and slides out, but it was prolonged indefinitely. Stretching time made it feel different and it started to feel more like fucking and less like shitting. Otis then began fucking her slowly. Jamil kissed her on the mouth and caressed her breasts as her ass was being fucked. She kissed back, drawing comfort from his tenderness in contrast to the rough ass fucking she was getting. Then Jamil began rubbing on her clit. Now the intense sensations of ass fucking mixed in her head with her clit and it all went straight to her pleasure center. Cynthia came suddenly and unexpectedly. Her coming made Otis come too. She felt him grasping her hips and jamming his dick up into to her as he spasmed out his second load of cum. She felt so degraded, but she hadn't been able to keep from coming.
After Otis left, Cynthia cried. "How could you let him do that to me? I was a virgin there." She buried her face in his chest. My God she thought, why am I complaining to my rapist that he didn't protect me?
"Was he too rough with you?"
"I didn't want to do it at all, but yes he was too rough. I hated it."
"You came though. Maybe you just need the soft touch. I'll show you how a man ought to do a girl in the ass."
"You mean you want to do my ass now?"
"Thas right. That OK wit you?"
Cynthia hesitated, then said, "I guess so." Jamil pushed her over onto her side facing away from him. He spread more KY jelly in her ass and then began to very slowly insert his cock. This time he asked her all the time if it as OK and moved slowly and gently. His hands caressed her breasts and belly and thighs. Each time he pushed in a little farther, he would wait until she felt comfortable then tell him OK and he would pull back and then push in a little more. Even though his cock was much fatter than Otis', she eventually had him buried to the hilt in her rectum. This time she felt good, perversely proud that she could take a giant dick in her ass. She let him fuck her ass for a while, but only very slowly and gently. She decided it felt pretty sexy when done gently. "That's enough, it's starting to hurt." She finally said.
Jamil pulled out and went to the bathroom and washed. He came back and his cock as still rock hard. Cynthia spread her legs and sighed when he entered her pussy. "Aaaahhhhhhh". It felt so good and natural after the ass fucking. She even was aroused by his weight on her body, his chest against her breasts. She peered out over his shoulder from underneath him as he fucked her missionary style. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and held him to her. Her legs were splayed out giving him free access to her vagina. His breathing was labored as he pounded into her. She was just moaning softly with pleasure, "Mmmmmmmmmm". Jamil came intensely, jamming his cock into her and shooting his sperm as deep as he could. Cynthia's orgasm was rolling, like thunder echoing over the mountains, taking many minutes to completely die away.
In the car driving home in the lonely dark, Cynthia thought about what she had done. It was the best sexual experience she had ever had. She couldn't stop thinking about Jamil's cock. She couldn't wait until he called her. As if they had met in a bar, Jamil had asked for her phone number. She tried to say no, but she couldn't face the idea of never seeing Jamil's cock again.
This story was inspired by a clip from a porno
movie. In the clip, Jake Steed meets a girl at a benefit car wash and
takes her back to his apartment.
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