Black Man's Girl - Sex Stories

Black Man's Girl

... help what a brutha does once he lets loose. He only made a fuss if one of them bruised my face, which was a no-no. I was heading to the yard to meet DeRon and his gang. They had gotten hold of some rock and we wuz gonna smoke and fuck after basketball. I had become the team cheerleader. The guards allowed me to wear this cheerleading outfit, with a short pleated skirt with a cute little school girl blouse. Before I could enter the yard I heard my name called and saw Marvin. He waved for me to come over to the laundry room. He said he found a pair of my panties, wanted to give them to me. As I entered the room I was immediately punched in the face and laid out. Before I knew what was happening Marvin was sitting on top of me, his crew surrounding us and a very scary knife in his hand. I was lying on a filthy mattress, covered in stains and smelling of urine. He took the knife and cut away my blouse material, exposing my white lacy bra. The men made a collective sound, a kind of guttural animal expression. I could taste blood in my mouth from the punch. I was about to get gang raped. This time it wasn’t fun. And I was terrified, not excited at all. I felt the blade to my throat and knew my life was in the hands of an unstable desperate man’s emotions. If he for whatever reason decided the world dealt him a shit hand it was my soft neck that would suffer his rage. Looking into his eyes all yellowed and milky, I knew reason could not be appealed to. He would let me live, or ...

... not, based solely on some unknown set of criteria. Who the hell knew what that was, maybe how runny the oatmeal was that morning. This time no one was passing any pipe, and even worse, no lube either. There were four of them besides Marvin. They told me to keep my heels on but to take the rest off. I was allowed to stand to disrobe. I stood there, bare ass naked, only in my platform heels. They looked me over like a pack of wolves just before the kill. A few of them reached in and copped a feel of tit, or ass, whatever they chose. I stood there being groped until Marvin pushed me down onto the mattress. Another guy twisted my arms behind my back and held them. Marvin dropped his drawers and there before me was that same menacing veiny fat cock. Pointing straight at my face, bobbing, two others held my head. I was ordered to open my mouth. “Fuckin’ bitch think you wuz gonna get away from dis?” He slapped me as he continued to skull-fuck me, forcing me to gag as long streams of saliva slowly elongated from the corners of my mouth. He slapped me up both sides of my face, and not playful either. I could feel my cheeks swell up. Then he motioned for the others to step back and pushed me all the way flat on my back. He removed his pants and then positioned himself between my legs. I spread them, not even waiting for his order for fear of more beatings. He looked down to my spread open puss. “Now I’ma teach you what a bad brutha can do to good pussy” he said as he curled his big arms ...