4 comments/ 80749 views/ 3 favorites Race Relations By: Otzchiim Teenage girls tend to travel in packs, and black teenage girls even more so. So this one was something of a loner, to be out shopping in a mostly-white neighborhood on a warm Saturday afternoon. Or window-shopping at least, since she did not seem to have bought anything. I was sitting in the 900 block of 36th, on the bench at the bus stop. Not that I was actually waiting for the bus; I just didn't feel like going home yet, a bus had just gone by, and I knew another wasn't due for 50 minutes. So I knew I wasn't keeping anyone from sitting there who really needed it -- besides, there was room for a couple more people. That bench is right by the Galvaneyes, which has the junky retro-fashions that a lot of female teens go for, and a half-block from the Salvation Army store which has a lot more and cheaper, though fewer teens go there. Anyway this girl came out of the clothing store and asked me if I knew when the next bus was. I told her and started to make conversation with her. She was plainly a little reluctant, maybe a bit because she didn't know me, maybe a little more because she wasn't sure how much older than her I was. (I guessed her for 18, so about 3 years.) Mostly I think she hesitated because I was white, but since there were no blacks around whom she knew the herd-defense, as I think of it, did not last long. I was not going to get comments from people I knew in the neighborhood; unless I was seen with a black girl a LOT, nobody would pay any attention. For all anyone knew, I was really waiting for the bus. We talked about a bunch of things. I told her how old I was and compared notes with her on high-school now and a few years ago. Not much change, though she said drugs were back up locally after getting rare a while back. I could not think of a way to exactly ask whether she herself used them, but she talked around (we were in public) to indicated that she did. That tied in with an idea I was getting. Anyway we talked until the next bus was almost due, and then I asked her: "When are you supposed to be home?" The defenses visibly came back up as she asked me: "What do you want to know for?" "Well, if you have the time, I've got a place near here with some good hash we could use," I replied. This was both true and odd. Odd because I don't normally use the stuff. I had a fellow I knew years ago stay in my place the weekend before while he was in town, and he left me a bunch of it as payment. I had not expected any payment, and especially not that; either that fellow never knew or had forgotten that cannabis has no real effect on me. So I hadn't been sure what to do with it. Now I knew -- I could use it to talk longer with this girl than we could otherwise without being conspicuous, and being indoors might allow other things to develop, one never knew. She hesitated and thought. (Cynthia was her name, by the way.) Cynthia finally told me that she was interested, that she was not expected home until six -- it was one-thirty then -- but "How far away are you from the bus to Cherry Hill? Where does it stop near you?" I squinted and said about thirty feet. My apartment was near the second bus stop further along. She got up, I got up, and if we hadn't swerved south to get to my place, the bus would have passed us. (Indeed, it did, but we couldn't see it.) Cynthia looked around my apartment a little nervously while I got the drug and pipe out. (The pipe I had because I found it in an alley and I'm a packrat, though it does get used at parties.) She got hit hard by the first few puffs and was soon nudging the clouds aside. I used the pipe too, so she didn't get nervous, though as I say it does nothing for me, or nothing I really like. I have had people give me varying explanations for that, from body chemistry to personality type to my being unable to relax. That last only comes from people who don't know me; those who do know they have to check for breathing once in a while. It's not too uncommon a reaction if you ask as I have, and I sometimes wonder why all these drug studies never mention that. I mean remembering that the first people to test heroin were all immune to being addicted to it... The girl was drifting, mumbling about how good she felt, and I said: "I've got something I bet you would like, especially now." "What is it?" "A lava-lamp." "Huh?" I explained to her what it was. I had seen an old one when I was a kid, and then somebody started making them again five or six years back, and I bought one last year. That Galvaneyes store had them in the back, in fact, though I guess since they were in boxes there, she didn't know what they were. I led her to it. Either because she was feeling comfortable or really mellow, she didn't mind that it was sitting in my bedroom. The lamp had been on last night for a while, so it only took a few minutes for the purple liquid to warm up and start moving up and down. Cynthia sat in a chair and stared at it, zoning out even further. After a while she slumped down, and then giggled as she slid down to the floor. Fortunately I had swept up a couple days ago, so it wasn't too dusty. Cynthia tried to keep a conversation going, but she kept losing her train of thought, and she asked me three times in an hour what I did for a living -- though I had told her on the bench at the bus stop. By the third time I was giving her a one-sentence answer, and distracting her in the middle of the sentence. I got to thinking of seeing if she wanted to fool around some. Well, I had thought about that before, really, but now I decided to do something. I went back out and got the hash pipe and the stash and gave Cynthia some more. I sat on my bed and she knelt in front of me while we passed it back and forth. I dropped off my shoes. When she was way up there, I lay back and she got up and joined me, lying beside me. "Why's it moving like this?" she asked me. "It's a waterbed." "Oh yeah, I heard about them. Didn't think they made them any more,." she said, slurring the words. "They do. A woman I know broke her hip going off a motorcycle and got one because it was more comfortable when she was getting better. And when I was looking for a bed for this place, I found that it was about as cheap as a regular one, and more comfortable." "It feels really good..." "Only thing wrong with it is that you don't want to get up." She didn't say anything, just stared off and started tracing her finger in the air. I heard the 2:20 bus go by outside. It didn't seem like it had been fifty minutes since we came in from the street, but the drug will do that to you. I reached out one hand and touched her cheek and she sighed and snuggled up to me. I raised my head and nibbled on her nose, saying: "Hmm, milk chocolate," and she giggled. When I kissed her lips, her mouth opened and she got seriously into it. When we started, her hands were in front of her, and against my chest, holding us apart, but soon they had gone around me and she was pulling me down. My soldier was standing at attention by then and I shifted one leg between hers, to the middle of her skirt, so she could feel that hard tube against her thigh. Cynthia's eyes were bright and she was breathing hard when she moved her head aside. "I never kissed a white man before," she said to me. "Is it any different?" Her brow furrowed as she tried to think. "I don't know. Everybody's a little different, I guess. You are good." When my tongue passed her lips again and hers jumped up to meet it, I ran one hand down the front of her blouse to cup her waist, then go under the edge to touch her on the stomach. In a couple more minutes I opened the top button and slid my fingertips across the bare skin there. Either she wanted me to keep going and she was too far gone to care if she didn't. The rest of the buttons did not take much longer. "Your hands feel so good," she murmured. Then I raised her up, to slide the blouse off her shoulders and reach the back of her bra. It only took a little twist to open that, and my palms were on the middle of her back and I could massage her muscles a little. I think the hash had not removed all her nervousness, but my fingers got rid of the tightness in short order. The next time I raised her mouth off mine, the bra dropped off and I could see her black nipples pointing down at me, hard as they could be. Her breasts, a little large for a teenager, hung perfectly even without the bra, and I reflected on what a pity it was that in only a few years they would probably sag; though in a few years she would probably have children and those breasts would be put to use by those who would not care about sagging as long as they were full. I hoped she had a husband to go with the babies by then. But enough of this sort of thing. Then I rolled us over again and my hands began to work on those dark mounds and the darker circles on them, and the peaks atop the mounds. And my mouth lowered to them, and she liked that a lot more. "I feel like I'm just floating in the air, and it's all so wonderful," Cynthia babbled. My own shirt went off then, and I pressed her to my bare chest as we kissed again. I slid down the zipper on the side of her skirt and lifted that off. She now had only orange panties on, at the top of a long pair of smooth legs I wanted very much to get between. My arm went under her to hold her front to me as we lay side by side, and my right arm went up and down her, from breast to knee with increasing stops in the middle until my hand got under the elastic and I plunged one finger deep into her valley. Cynthia gasped, and it only took a little grazing on her clitoris with my thumb to make her do it more and stronger as she went into orgasm. As she recovered, I took my slacks off, and briefs. She had a little hesitation as I drew her panties off. "Do you want me to?" I asked her. That may have been dangerous to ask, but I wanted to hear the "Yes!" And she gave it to me after her hand had circled my shaft and slid down it like I was entering her instead. She whispered, "I take pills." Cynthia was certainly no virgin, though I had not expected one. But as I spread her labia and felt that sweet friction of entry, I wondered for a moment who the boy had been that took that sweet black cherry, what he had been like, and whether it had happened in a car or on a rooftop or a couch or even in a real bed. Not that it mattered; what I was getting was very nice. The girl was eager for me, eager to have me in her, and her hips rose to meet me. She was hot inside and either naturally tight or knew how to squeeze me in just the right way. Perhaps I was flattering myself, but the touch I felt at the bottom of a long stroke made me think that perhaps I was kissing her cervix and was therefore as deep in her as any man could get. Her legs wrapped eagerly around my thighs to keep me deep. I moved slowly and she built quickly. Soon she was at a second peak, and her third came as I reached mine and surged far into her and shot my seed out. As we lay there afterward I heard the 3:10 bus go by. Both of us stayed naked, so I had a lot of opportunity to admire her fine young brown body, even though I did not want to get into it again -- just yet. We went into my kitchen and gobbled up some corn chips, and then sandwich ham. Cynthia sat on a newspaper since the chair seat might be sticky against her bare butt. She was not sure if she wanted to use the rest of the stash when I suggested it to her, but she finally did and was like a kite, lying in bed with me with my erection bobbing back up, when the 4 PM bus came. And not much later she knelt with her legs wide apart, braced on her hands, gently hitting bottom on the waterbed every time I hit bottom in her from behind. She was slower to come now, but maybe it was stronger. She gasped, the sounds coming closer and closer together until she came with a low moan. It felt like she clamped down at the best moments this time. Cynthia asked about using my shower to clean up before she left, and I was happy to oblige. Indeed, I joined her... The temptation was just too much. No, I wasn't ready again. Only my imagination was. She was even willing to use her mouth to try to bring me up, but it did not work. I did not get anywhere. But she did. She leaned back on the wall with her legs open and her hips thrust forward as I got on my knees and gave her one more round of sweet ecstasy, her fingers tangled in my hair and her nails tapping my scalp at the end. When we dried off, I saw by the clock that the 4:50 bus had come and gone a little earlier. We dressed and I waited on the bus stop with her. She did not kiss me goodbye because she was afraid somebody she knew would see her. Cynthia was a bit concerned about being late getting home, but it was only going to take 25 minutes to get home, so the 5:40 bus would only put her five minutes over the deadline. After all, she had to get ready for a date tonight! Race Relations Helen Johnson was the Financial Manager of a Computer Consultancy company owned by her father. Helen was twenty-eight years old, five feet two inches tall with long dark hair. Helen was a petite woman with large breasts, which were made more prominent because of her figure. Helen had married her long-term boyfriend three years ago. During a conversation with a work colleague Helen had made a throwaway offensive racial remark. A co-worker, the coloured Terry Samuels overheard the comment. It was something Helen was going to regret although in truth she had no racial prejudice. Terry Samuels worked as an Adviser for the company. He was twenty-five years old, stood five feet ten inches tall, a coloured gentleman with short dark hair. Helen was alarmed to receive a telephone call from Ali Mohammed from the Commission for Racial Equality. Helen had forgotten about the conversation with her colleague and had been unaware that her remark was overheard. She was annoyed by her own stupidity because it could be very serious and damaging. She arranged for Ali Mohammed to come to her office that evening at six o'clock when staff would have left for the day. Helen rang her husband to let him know she would be late home due to a meeting. At six o'clock Ali Mohammed arrived at the company. Helen met him at reception as everybody had left for the day. Ali Mohammed was a clean-shaven Arabian gentleman, in his early thirties, five feet six inches tall and of average build. Terry Samuels accompanied him. Helen feeling rather ashamed led the men into her office. She sat behind her desk, the two men sitting opposite her. Ali Mohammed explained the seriousness of the situation. Helen understood the possible repercussions. She tried to explain that she had been misquoted and that the remark had been taken out of context but this did not impress Ali Mohammed. Helen talked of compensation and a deal because if the story came out or appeared in the paper the damage would be immense. Ali Mohammed refused all offers from a desperate Helen. Ali Mohammed finally offered her one and only one solution. Ali told Helen that Terry and himself were going to fuck her. Helen couldn't believe what she was hearing and just sat there dumbstruck. Ali repeated the demand and went on to say that it would be a one off and nobody would know, nothing further would happen and Helen would never see him again. Helen's head was whirling with what Ali had said and what would happen if she refused. Helen stood up as if it would somehow make her think more clearly. Ali also stood up. He moved in front of Helen and again repeated his demand. Helen had never been unfaithful to her husband. She tried to beg with Ali. He was completely unmoved. Helen finally nodded her agreement to the demand although she already felt disgusted. Ali moved to stand right in front of Helen. Helen pleaded with Ali that they go to a hotel or somewhere other than her workplace. Ali was not interested and was already unfastening the buttons of her blouse. Helen hoped to buy some time by pleading with Ali for the three of them to go elsewhere. Ali ignored her plea's and calmly unfastened the blouse and took it off Helen. Terry stood up and looked at Helen. Ali started to remove Helen's red bra. He removed the garment from her and pushed Helen's hands by her side as he and Terry looked at Helen's breasts which were large, well rounded and pert. Helen had dark nipples with wide pink coloured aerola's with little bumps around the perimeter of them. Ali said it was time to see everything and he unfastened Helen's skirt and made her step out of it before throwing the garment across the office. Helen stood there wearing only her skimpy red knickers and shoes. She embarrassingly held her hands across her chest. Ali made her kick off her footwear. He moved to the side of Helen and placed his hands each side of her waist. He guided his fingers under the top of her knickers. Helen begged one last time for the men to stop. Ali ignored her and quickly pulled down the red underwear and made Helen step out of it. Ali told Helen to place her hands by her side, which she did. Only Helen's husband had seen her naked in over three years and here were a stranger and a work colleague ogling her. Helen had sparse dark pubic hair. She didn't shave but naturally did not have much pubic hair. Ali told Helen not to move as he started to undress. Helen felt so exposed and embarrassed. Here she was standing naked in her own office at the mercy of these two men. Ali removed his shirt revealing his thick dark chest hair. He removed his shoes and socks before unfastening and taking down his trousers. Ali's legs were also hairy and some of his pubic hair was visible at the side and at the top of his skimpy underwear. Ali slid off his briefs to reveal his semi-erect cock, which must have been about five inches long. Ali moved behind Helen. He slid his arms under hers placing his hands on her breasts. She felt his hairy body pressing against her. She could feel his stiffening cock pushing against one of the cheeks of her backside. Ali ran each of Helen's nipples through his fingers. Helen could feel them stiffening under his touch. Terry moved to stand a few feet in front of Helen and started to undress. He removed his shoes and socks. As he removed his shirt Helen could see he had broad shoulders and a well-toned torso. Terry had very little chest hair. As he removed his trousers Helen looked at Terry's well-defined legs. As Helen looked down she could see Terry's large cock straining for release. He slowly pulled down his underwear and his cock sprang straight up. Helen gave a slight gasp as she looked at Terry's fully erect cock. Terry had tight curly black pubic hair. His cock must have been at least nine or ten inches long with a thick girth. The head of Terry's cock was unusually pink in colour against the darkness of his shaft. Helen had only had a few sexual partners and had never seen such a large cock. Terry moved to stand in front of Helen. She opened her mouth to speak but Terry pushed his mouth against hers before she could say anything. He also forced his tongue into her mouth. He prolongued the kiss and Helen gasped for breath when he finally removed his mouth from hers. Terry took a step back and ordered Helen to her knees. With her now kneeling in front of him Terry ordered Helen to suck his cock. She grabbed hold of his shaft and started to masturbate him hoping that it would be enough to appease him. Terry enjoyed the feeling of Helen wanking him. After a short time he again ordered her to suck him. Helen with no choice leant forward to lick and kiss the head of his cock. Terry suddenly thrust forward forcing his cock to the back of Helen's throat almost choking her. Helen then grabbed hold of his penis so she could have some control of how much of his length she took. Terry ordered her to take it deeper and deeper into her mouth. Terry held his hands on Helen's head as if to guide her. Ali had moved to the side of them and stood watching and masturbating himself. Terry told Helen to stop sucking him. His cock throbbed a few inches from Helen's face and glistened with her saliva. Ali ordered Helen to turn slightly so she could suck him. Terry stepped back a little as Ali forced his cock into Helen's mouth. As Helen sucked she could feel his cock throbbing and then tasted his salty pre-cum. She had no choice but to let the warm liquid run down her throat. Ali demand she suck him harder and deeper. Helen had her eyes tightly closed as she was forced to suck Ali's cock. His cruel words rang in her ears as he continued his verbal lambasting of her. Ali eventually told Helen to stop sucking. He ordered her to lie on her back. Ali and Terry stood over Helen. All the power she controlled in a work situation had gone and she lay naked and humiliated on the floor of her office. Tears welled in Helen's eyes but she tried her best to keep her emotions in check. Ali knelt in front of Helen and pushed her legs apart. Helen's voice wavered as she again begged them to stop. Terry knelt at the side of Helen and ordered her to suck his cock again. Terry guided his cock into Helen's mouth. Ali inserted two fingers into her pussy. He prodded and probed. He gently exposed her pussy lips before sliding three fingers into her now damp pussy. Helen writhed and squirmed on the floor. She could make little noise becasue Terry's rock hard cock filled her mouth. Ali skillfully used his fingers to rub and work her clit. Despite her efforts and the humiliation of the situation Helen could feel her pussy starting to ooze out her juices. Ali also noticed this and made a crude comment to Terry. Ali positioned himself over Helen. She could feel his cock tip brush against her pussy lips. She wanted to cry out as he slid his cock into her. She could feel the hairs of his chest rub against her breasts and nipples. Ali penetrated Helen with the full seven inches of his now erect cock. Ali had only just started to get into a rocking motion when suddenly he pulled back and withdrew his cock. Ali was moaning and as he withdrew his cock he immediatley spurted a torrent of cum up over Helen's stomach. Terry withdrew his cock from Helen's mouth. Her face was flushed and she gasped for breath. She felt Ali's spunk splash over her stomach and breasts. Ali quickly moved to the side of her. Some of his cum load dribbled on to the office carpet before he reached her face. He forced his cock into her mouth and his remaining cum load trickled into her mouth. He had already expelled the majority of his load across her body and some spunk had dripped on to the carpet. Helen was forced to swallow the small amount of cum he had left, as he forced his cock into her mouth. Ali ordered Helen to continue sucking him until he could feel his cock lose some of its stiffness. Eventually Ali moved off her. He ordered her to smear his cum over her breasts. Helen looked away as she moved her hands to rub the cum across her breasts and nipples. Ali and Terry looked at Helen. Her nipples were now erect and her breasts glistened with Ali's spunk. Ali started to get dressed as Terry knelt down in front of Helen. He used his fingers to tease and work her wet pussy. Helen felt disgusted with herself but Terry could tell by how wet she had become that she was not cold but was aroused. Terry moved above her. She could feel his strong and athletic body press against hers. Her stiff nipples pushed against his chest as Terry positioned himself. She could feel his penis push against her swollen pussy lips. The wetness of her pussy made Terry's penetration easier. Helen gasped her breath and screamed as Terry entered her. Terry slowly eased the full length of his cock into Helen. Helen found she was now screaming with both pain and pleasure. Terry started to rock and slide gently back and forth. Helen started to moan her voice tone softer now. The length and girth of Terry's cock was stretching her more than any man had before. Terry's cock glistened with juices as he penetrated her shallow and then deeper. He continued for some time in a steady rhythm. Helen felt repulsion not by what Terry was doing but because of the pleasure she felt as he fucked her. Terry spoke softly to Helen almost showing a tender side as opposed to Ali's cold side. Terry was moaning and enjoying the pleasure of his cock embedded inside a tight and welcoming pussy. The moans Helen gave now were from the pleasurable sensations. Her whole body tingled and had violently spasmed a number of times as she had orgasmed more than once. Terry was moaning as Helen's breathing had become short and erratic. He moved off Helen and positioned himself so he sat astride her. Helen looked to see Terry wanking himself. She found herself marvelling at his cock, which seemed bigger than ever. As she looked at him masturbating he leant forward a little and shot out a thick jet of hot cum which splashed across Helen's face and into her hair. Terry ejaculated a second and third spurt of cum with equal force, which fell onto Helen's face and neck. Terry leant right over and some of his spunk dripped onto Helen's lips as he pushed his cock into her open mouth. His cum was still gushing out and Helen had to endure swallowing two full mouthfulls of his hot cum. He eventually withdrew his cock. Terry's dark skin glistened with sweat. His cock now semi-erect still looked sizeable. Helen's usually immaculate appearance was gone. Her hair with spunk splashed into it was unkempt, hair face red, flushed and her body glistening with spunk and beads of sweat running freely over all parts of her. Terry stood up and started to put on his clothes. Ali had already dressed. Ali ordered Helen to remain on the floor. Terry finished dressing and both men looked down at a dishevelled, naked Helen. Terry and Ali both left the office leaving a naked Helen lying on the floor. It was sometime before she stood up and found her clothes. Helen never saw Ali again and there were no further repercussions of the allegation. Terry continued to work for the company. For Helen it was a heavy price to pay for her own stupidty. She continued in her job role for a while before moving to a part-time basis for reasons she kept to herself and hoped would never be revealed.