She was a little nervous going out with a black guy, but hey, it was the nineties, and anyway, he was kind of cute, and seemed like a nice guy. She dressed, then undressed, then dressed again a dozen times, trying to find just the right look.

She didn't want to look like a preppie, on the other hand she didn't want to look like a slut either. She wasn't going to sleep with this guy, after all. She worried slightly that he might expect it of her. Didn't black girls do it all the time?

Holly didn't really know very much about black people. There weren't many in her suburban high school, and none at all in her neighbourhood.

Still, she came from a very liberal family, and was raised to treat everyone alike, regardless of race, creed or... or... whatever. She could never remember the last one.

She tired on another look. No, that was too ethnic. She didn't want him to think she was some dopey white girl who was trying to dress black. She stripped again and looked for something else.

Maybe spandex. No, too cheap. A mini-skirt? No, what if he tried something? It was hard to fend a guy off in a mini. Jeans, not tight ones, just simple jeans, that would do, she thought, and a simple blouse.

Or would he think she was dressing down? She cursed again, wishing she could ask Angela or Susan, not that they'd ever dated a black guy either, but at least they would have some opinion. She couldn't very well phone them though, not after their conversation that morning.

"You're dating Jason?" Angela had gasped.

"So what? Anyway, I'm not dating him. I'm just going on a date."

"But... but... but he's... "

"What?" she'd asked defiantly.

"Well, Holly, you know those black guys. They only want one thing."

"That's so racist."

"It is not. He'll expect you to sleep with him," Susan had nodded.

"Don't be stupid," she'd glared. "You two are so dumb."

"I bet he screws all the black girls he dates," Angela had said.

"That's an incredibly racist thing to say!"

"Is not."

"Is too."

"What if he tries to make you?" Susan said, worried.

"Why would he do that? Anyway, we're only going to the movies."

"Maybe he'll drive you into the bushes or something."

"Don't be an idiot! Anyway, he hasn't got a car. We're taking the bus."

"Why would you date a guy without a car?" Angela had demanded.

"Because he's cute," she'd said defensively.

Actually she'd been too afraid of offending him, too afraid he'd think she turned him down because he was black.

"You should have said no," Susan said.

She should have, but it was too late now. She was meeting him in half an hour and still didn't know what she'd wear. She was in front of her closet wearing nothing but a pair of bikini panties, and desperately afraid of making the wrong choice, giving the wrong signals.

She turned her head a little and looked at herself in the mirror hanging on the back of the door, straightening her back and lifting her head slightly. I'm getting fat, she thought dolefully.

But no, it was mostly her breasts that were fat, big and round, though very firm. She had big round areolas and nipples that, because she was chilly from the cool night air coming through the open window, were very long and stiff.

She despaired of her hips, though nobody else seemed to think they were too wide, and of her behind, though again, it was only her, and maybe Angela who said ti was too big. Boys seemed to like it.

She flicked her thick brown hair out of her eyes, frowning at her face. It was not a beautiful face, but it was pretty, with big brown eyes and a tiny snub nose. her hair was a shiny light brown, and fell in wavy curls around her face to her collar, just touching her shoulders.

Well, jeans would have to do. She'd go casual. They were only going to a stupid movie, after all.  

She met Jason at the bus stop and they went downtown. He gave her a Raider's baseball hat, which she tried to put on straight. He showed her the right way to wear it, with the brim in the back. She insisted though on letting her bangs fall out in front.

To her surprise she didn't find it that hard to talk to him. They were laughing and joking before they even got off the bus. By the time the movie had started she had relaxed completely.

So when he put his arm across her shoulder she didn't try to shrug it off. She waited for him to try something else, ready to shoot him down, but he didn't.

The movie ended and they left, heading for the bus stop.

She was in a very good mood, the movie having been a good one and the date progressing well, and she grabbed Jason's arm, pulling it around her shoulder as they walked. Some people gave them odd looks as they passed but she felt almost proud of herself, dating a black guy.

There was nobody else waiting at the bus stop and she got a little giggly with Jason, and maybe teasing him a little, like she teased all the boys.

"You didn't try and kiss me," she grinned impudently.

"Should I have?" he grinned back.

"I don't know." He stepped forward but she backed off, giggling.

He didn't pursue her.

"I guess you don't want to kiss me very badly," she said.

"You want me to chase after a white girl, in this neighbourhood?"

"Oh, silly, nobody cares about that."

"Huh? What world you livin' in, baby?"

She stepped forward and put her arms over his shoulders, standing on her toes to kiss him. At first he didn't move, then he folded his arms around her as their kiss turned a little deeper. She pulled her mouth back a little, grinning, then they kissed again. His hands slid down her back and onto her behind, squeezing.

She pulled back, laughing. "Uh uh uh," she said. "What kind of a girl do you think I am?"

"That's what dates are for, so I can find out."

He really was cute, but this was a first date, after all. She thought about making it with a black guy, with Jason. She'd never made it with anyone before, and was intensely curious about sex. She wondered if it was true that black guys had extra large things.

She thought about asking Jason and giggling helplessly.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Nothing."

The bus came and they got on, going to the rear and sitting down together. Jason put his arm over her shoulder and kissed her again. She kissed back a bit, then pulled her head away. They were on the bus, after all, and though it was almost empty there were people there.

How incredibly trampy, she thought, necking with a black guy in public. She felt daring, and maybe a little smug, feeling how superior her liberal morals were to most people. Angela and Susan, for instance.

She hardly noticed when three guys got on the bus and came to the rear, sitting in the cross seats. Jason noticed, and took his arm off her, but she snuggled in tighter to his body.

The three were older, in their early twenties maybe and had been drinking. Even Holly noticed that soon by the way they talked to each other and the way they smelled.

One of them in particular, a tall blonde guy in a jean jacket, was staring at her. She looked away, starting to get a little nervous. She saw him out of the corner of her eye, as he nudged the guy sitting beside him. The guy turned to look at her too.

"Hey, honey," the blonde guy said suddenly. "What're you doin' back there? Come an' sit with us."

She ignored him of course.

"Guess she likes niggers," The other guys said. He wasn't as tall as the blonde, but was very thick bodied, with big arms and shoulders and a fat face.

Jason stiffened but said nothing.

"Guess she likes that nigger cock," The other guy said. He was short and had a beard and curly brown hair.

"You like nigger cock, girly?" the blonde guy asked, sneering. "Eh, little nigger lover?"

"Hey, man, why don't you just leave us alone?" Jason glared.

"Why don't you date nigger girls, boy?" the blonde guy asked.

"Cause they all got AIDS from their customers," the short guy said, making the other two laugh loudly.

"Gotta admire your taste though," the blonde guy said. "She sure has nice big melons there."

"Bet you can't wait to go home and get your lips around those big nipples, eh boy?" the curly haired guy said.

Holly turned beat red, looking down at her legs and folding her arms across her chest. Her heart pounded with fear and she wished desperately that the would go away.

"Hey, baby, you deep throat? All nigger girls gotta deep throat," the broad shouldered guy sniggered.

A piece of wadded up paper struck her chest and bounced off onto the floor. It was a crushed dollar bill.

"That enough for a blow job, baby?" the blonde guy laughed. "C'mon, there's nobody looking."

In desperation she reached up and yanked the cord, ringing the bell. She jumped up, ignoring Jason, who tried to grab her, to pull her back, she raced down the aisle to the rear door and as the bus stopped, she shoved it open and jumped off and ran back down the sidewalk.

Jason jumped off behind her and caught her a few yards away. He turned to watch the bus roar away, panting for breath.

"Jesus, that was so fuckin' stupid!" he cried.

"I couldn't stay there any more!"

"You're just lucky they didn't get off with us. Or didn't you think of that." She hadn't, and shrugged in regret.

"We were more or less safe on the bus. We don't know where the hell we are here."

"I couldn't stay there and let them say things like that to me," she whimpered. "Anyway, we're not far from my Uncle's house. We just have to cut through this field."

It was dark out, the night pierced by a few solitary street lamps and some of windows of nearby houses.

"Those dirty fuckers!" she snarled, angry now that her fear had passed.

"I'd have loved to tear their fuckin' heads off," Jason agreed.

There was a well worn path through the field and they had no difficulty walking. In fact, the path was wide enough to walk side by side. Holly put her arm around Jason's waist as they walked and he returned the favor.

"They were such bastards," she said sadly.

"Yeah. You got that right."

"Hey, nigger girl! Wait for us!" The both turned in shock to see the three men running into the field behind them.

"Oh fuck! Run for it!" Jason yelled, running forward and dragging her along.

They raced into the field, trying not to stumble on the path as the three men hooted and yelled and whooped behind them. Holly ran faster than she'd ever run in her life, but that still wasn't fast, and even with Jason pulling her by the hand she was soon stumbling and panting for breath.

"Come on!" he cried.

"I... I... can't.... run... any... faster!" she gasped.

He looked around desperately for some place to hide. The grass was waist high on either side. He pulled her off the path and into the grass, but the three men were too close to just lie down. They turned off the path as well, yelling obscenities and threats.

"We'll show you to go after white girls, nigger."

"Hey, nigger slut! I got something for you!"

"Hey, let's see how you like white cock, whore!"

"Gonna get you nigger!"

Then she fell flat and couldn't rise, despite Jason's desperate pulling. The men raced up and Jason let go of her wrist to face them. The first man bent and rammed the much smaller teenager in the chest, hurling him several yards back, where he fell on his back with a cry of pain. The heavy man then he leapt down, his knee smashing down into Jason's crotch.

Holly crawled to her feet and staggered off several feet as the other two men jumped on Jason, punching and kicking him. She was whimpering and sobbing, gasping for breath as she staggered further into the grasses.

But then one of them was loping after her, jumping high through the grass. She cried out in terror and ran harder but seconds later she felt his hand gripping her hair, pulling her to an abrupt halt.

She screamed, then lost her balance and fell to the ground with him on top of her. He was laughing and snickering, slobbering over her as he kissed her neck and the side of her face.

"Get off me! Leave me alone! Let me go!" she screamed.

He only laughed, his hand coming around under her and squeezing her right breast hard. She cried out in pain and terror, trying to throw him off, but his fingers dug into her tit meat as he ground his crotch into her buttocks and kissed her hard on the throat and cheek.

Then the other two were there, kneeling and squatting beside her. Hands gripped her pants and tugged at them as she screamed and clawed at them. Hands seized her wrists, pulling them up behind her, and then she was jerked around onto her back, in a sitting position with the first guy holding her from behind.

She was slapped hard in the face. She cried out in shock, then burst into tears.

Again she was slapped, then again, then again, until she fell silent, choking back her tears as they growled at her like animals.

"Shut you stinking face, you slut!" the blonde guy hissed.

"Yeah, you can give us what you give the niggers!" the short guy grinned malevolently.

"But I'm a virgin!" she cried desperately.

"Not after tonight you won't be," the short guy sniggered.

The blonde guy undid her jeans. She sobbed weakly as he jerked them down her thighs, taking her panties with them. She wept in fear and humilation as they tore her pants off her feet. Her tennis shoes were popped off with her pants, leaving her naked below the waist.

She gasped as a hand was thrust in between her legs and cupped her puffy little cunt mound. She tried to wriggle away but was helpless as the hand squeezed her repeatedly. The men snickered and growled.

"She really needs a hard one," the blonde said.

"She's gonna get three of em'."

"Please! Please don't!" she begged.

"We'll show you what happens to girls who go out with niggers," the broad shouldered man said.

The blonde man tore her jacket open, then they shoved her back on her back in the grass, prying her legs wide. He knelt between her legs as the big man knelt above her head, holding her hands pressed down against the grass above her.

The blonde guy leered down at her and then grabbed her blouse and tore it open. She gave a low cry and then resumed her weeping. His hands tore at her bra until it too parted. All three sighed in pleasure at the sight of her full, rounded breasts.

"Nice fuckin' tits!"

"Those are for fucking!"

"Fuckin' A!"

"Lookit these cones!"

Holly was so horrified, so humiliated by laying there naked between the staring, drooling men, that she was almost silent with shock, then she cried out as six hands fought over her breasts. She gasped and moaned and whimpered helplessly. The fingers clawed at her soft tit meat, digging into it, twisting and pulling and mashing her sensitive orbs.

The blonde guy unzipped his pants and brought out his hard erection. Holly gasped and stared at it with wide eyes. She'd never seen a live cock before and now it seemed gigantic. She thought that it must surely kill her if he tried to push all of that into her.

He spit on his hand, then rubbed it against her cunt lips. She cringed in disgust, trying to wriggle away. He spit on his hand again, and again rubbed it at her pussy. She felt his fingers prying at her slit, digging into her, shoving into her body.

She screamed and was slapped hard, knocking her head back onto the ground. She lay limp, staring at the night sky as she felt the blonde man's finger pumping at her pussy. She groaned weakly, her pussy smarting from the rude intrusion.

Then his finger came out and she couldn't help looking down in anxious fear as the blonde man positioned the nose of his cock against her damp slit. She felt it push against her, felt herself opening, felt her pussy lips pushing in and back as the big cock pushed into her.

"Please! Please!" she whimpered.

"She's begging for it, Jack!"

"Rip her man!"

His cock pushed into her, forcing her pussy lips wide, wide apart. They ached and stung, and then her pussy began to ache and sting as the big male organ pushed deeper. She whimpered and bit her lip against the pain as she watched his cock going into her.

Her vision blurred a little and a wave of dizziness swept over her. She realized she was breathing so fast she was hyper- ventilating, but didn't care, hoped to fall unconscious.

Then she cried out in agony as the blonde man thrust into her hard. His cock tore through her cherry and slid remorselessly up into her belly.

"Pop goes the cherry! Pop goes the cherry!" they sang, then laughed uproariously.

The blonde man shoved himself in deeper, burying his cock in her tight, virgin hole. He worked himself around in circles, twisting his cock inside her guts. Holly grunted and moaned, amazed at the feel of something up inside her like that, frightened and mortified.

The man drew back and she hissed in pain as his cock slid back down her aching tube. It hurt as much going out as it had coming in. It didn't go back for though, thrusting into her once again. The man began to fuck her with short strokes, slapping his hips against her thighs as he rutted his cock into her torn pussy chamber.

"Faster! Harder! She loves it, man!

"Yeah. Give it to the slut!"

The blonde man grunted as he worked his cock in and out of her pussy. Holly dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands, whimpering helplessly as she was fucked by the blonde's hard cock. The blonde man held her thighs up and back, raising her ass off the ground. His hips slapped into her ass cheeks with a loud crack of noise each time he drove his cock into her.

The big man, the one holding her hands, put his knees on them instead. He reached across her face and fondled her breasts, pinching and squeezing them, rolling her nipples between his fingers,, mashing her tits together, then apart.

The blonde man humped harder, his cock pistoning inside her aching fuck chamber. Then he thrust deep and groaned as his body shuddered.

"Give it to her, Jack!"

"Uhhhh," Jack groaned. "Take it, baby! Take my cum!"

Holly realized, with new horror that his jism was spurting down into her belly. She was almost nauseous at the realization.

He pulled back and she felt the cool night breeze against her wet pussy mouth. The short guy took his place, giggling with glee. He drove his own cock into her, falling forward across her body as he did.

Holly gave a little cry as his cock entered her, then gasped as his weight came down on her body. He gripped her hair in his left hand, twisting her head back and her face up, then mashed his lips down against her as he humped furiously with his hips.

She felt his tongue shoving into her mouth and was too frightened and too numbed to fight it. His free hand clutched at her titty, squeezing and kneading the warm flesh as he drove his cock deep into her with each hard thrust.

He humped up and down, jerking his ass from side to side to enter her from different angles. His mouth came off hers and he licked along her lips and cheeks, then bit down on the nape of her neck and sucked hard. She moaned weakly, her eyes tearing again.

His hips pummelled her soft inner thighs, and she spread her legs wider in self-defence. His cock pushed deeper then but she couldn't close her legs again. He pumped wildly atop her for long minutes, then grunted and fell flat on her body, his chest heaving.

"My turn, the other man said. The short man rolled off her and the third guy gripped her by the hair and one hand, turning her onto her belly. He jammed a hand under her crotch and pulled her ass up into the air, then knelt behind her.

Holly pressed her hands against the ground to keep her face out of the dirt, then, on all fours, she was mounted. The man thrust his cock into her an buried it on the first stroke, shoving hard so she was almost knocked off her hands.

He seized her hips and began to fuck her with long, deep strokes, not the short humping movements the first two had used. His cock slid back and forth, the cockhead, wider then the rest, punching against what felt like the very bottom of her cunt shaft as his hips hammered her buttocks.

Her eyes were almost knocked out of their sockets by the force of his humping. Her entire body was jarred and jerked back and forth as he pounded his cock into her fuck hole. Her pussy was by now almost numb, but still she felt the harsh movements of his bloated fuck wand as it drove into her.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped.

"Ride her, Chuck! Ride her!"

"Rip that pussy apart, Chucky!"

"Lookit him go!"

Holly groaned, blinking her eyes in dazed misery as the man's cock drove into her with savage force. Her groin ached, her buttocks ached, her thighs ached, her head was pounding and her tits felt cut and torn as they swung back and forth beneath her.

Then the blonde man was kneeling in front of her. He gripped her hair and jerked her head up so hard she cried out in pain. She stared at his cock, almost erect again and pointing at her mouth.

"Suck me off, whore!" he snarled, shoving the cockhead at her lips.

She gurgled in denial as his cock slid past her lips and into her mouth. She'd sucked a cock only once before, but had no choice as he gripped her hair hard and cursed her. She slipped her tongue along the underside of the head, the way Susan had recommended, rubbing it over his cock as she sucked on it.

Behind her the other guy, Chuck, continued to pound his cock into her pussy with fierce deep thrusts that made her entire groin scream in pain. Her guts churned and roiled and she thought she might throw up on the cock in her mouth.

He was holding her hair hard, and fucking his cock back and forth in her mouth, fucking her mouth like it was a cunt. Holly tried to push against his hips to slow his pace, to control the depth of the strokes, but he slapped her hands away.

His cockhead kept smashing against the back of her mouth, against the entry to her throat, making her choke and cough and gag.

"Deep throat me, nigger girl," he hissed. "Take it in your throat!" She didn't know what he meant and when he cuffed her hard on the side of the head she was dazed and stopped sucking. He cursed her and thrust hard, and his cock slid right down her gullet.

Her eyes opened wide and she gave a brief chirp of horror before her voice was cut off, her throat blocked with cock meat. His prick slid right down into her throat until her nose was mashed against his belly, his cock hair grinding against her face.

He groaned and slid his cock up and down in her throat as she slapped hysterically at his hips. He cuffed her again, and pulled his cock back out, rubbing the wet, drooling meat against her face.

"Like that, nigger girl?" he sneered.

The man behind her thrust so hard he knocked her off her arms and her upper body was held up only by the hair. He grunted as she cried out, and he held his cock inside her as he poured more sperm into her pussy.

She sobbed in despair as the man pulled out and moved back. The blonde man lifted her up by the hair, forcing her to sit back on her heels. Then he pulled her hair harder, forcing her to jerk up straight, though still on her knees.

"I love these tits," he said, squeezing her left breast as he pulled he head back by the hair.

"Gimmie a tit fuck, whore!" he snarled, letting go of her hair.

"Wha... what?" she whimpered.

"Take your tits in your hands and fuck them up and down on my cock, you stupid nigger loving whore!"

She looked down in shock at her breasts, then cried out as he slapped her face.

"Come on, you cheap cunt, we ain't got all day!"

She cupped her breasts fearfully, then as he knelt and held out his cock, she bent over and wrapped her heavy breasts around it, squeezing his cock between them. He started to hump up and down as she pressed her tits around it, and she rubbed them from side to side as he sighed in pleasure.

Her mind was numbed from the horror of what they were doing to her, and she was hardly thinking as he fucked her tits and she rubbed them against his cock. She had to bend far over to wrap her tits properly around his prong, and a hand slipped under her pussy and rubbed her. She ignored it.

The blonde man pulled her head up by the hair, jerking her tits away from his cock, then shoved it into her mouth again. She sucked helplessly as he pumped it in her mouth. Then he pulled it out and held it in his fist right in front of her face.

He held her by the hair, pumping his cock. A few seconds later a big wad of sperm shot out and hit her on the forehead. A split second later another fat wad of juice shot out and splatted on her nose, then more wads, a long stream of them, shot out onto her mouth and cheeks and nose and eyes.

He laughed, then rubbed his cock in her hair and stepped back. Still on her knees, she fell forward onto her face, groaning.

She felt something, but at first ignored it. Her mind was hardly working and she didn't realize what was going on. But as the pain mounted behind her it woke her a little, enough for her to understand what was happening.

"Oh no! Oh please no!" she whimpered, struggling to pull away.

The broad shouldered man dropped down and shoved her face down into the dirt, kneeling on her shoulders. Her ass was raised high in the air by the short man's hands. He held her easily as he pressed his cock against her asshole.

She sobbed and moaned and begged for mercy, but the three men only sneered and laughed as the short man worked his cock into her.

She cried out in pain as the cock gave a lurch forward. Someone slapped her ass hard, cursing her. The cock worked deeper, tearing her asshole apart as it drove into her.

"Oh my God!" she sobbed. "Oh my God!"

"You love it, you nigger loving slut!" a voice said.

"No! No! Don't do this to me! Please don't!"

The cock thrust in hard and she cried out again. It began to pump slowly up and down, with short movements, gradually working its way deeper and deeper into her anus. She felt it push high up into her guts, and her belly cramped and ached as the intruder drove into it.

"Ahhhh," he said, driving it in to the hilt, pressing his balls against her ass cheeks.

"UHHHhhhhh! Uuuuuuhhhhhh!" Holly moaned.

The cock tore backwards, then thrust in again. It pulled back, then pounded down into her. Soon it had torn her asshole open and was pumping easily. The man squatted behind her, holding her ass cheeks as he pumped the entire length of his cock up and down in her rectum. He groaned in pleasure as he watched his pole sliding back and forth through the girl's little round hole.

The other man jammed Holly's face into the dirt. She could hear him snigger as the short man sodomized her. Her big breasts were crushed under her and were scraping back and forth in the dirt as her body was jerked and pulled back and forth.

She was still wearing her jacket and shirt, which had now slid down around her shoulders. She tried to pull some fragments of them beneath her to put between her titties and the hard sandy ground but the man above her was jamming her shoulders into the ground to hard.

The cock pounded down her asshole, reaming her out with furious, pistoning strokes. Again her buttocks were hammered by male hips. Her knees were grinding into the dirt just like her tits, shoulders and face, and she could feel the cold sand and dirt and grass between her bare toes.

He held her ass high, and was fucking almost straight down into her rectum. The force of his thrusts smashed her knees down harder in the dirt as he grunted in pleasure.

Finally the man dropped his load down inside her anus, grunting with pleasure as he let it out. He slowed his pumping, then stopped, slapped her ass, and staggered away.

The big man let go of her shoulders and moved behind her, though she didn't see him. She didn't move at all as he got down on his knees behind her. He grabbed the collar of her shirt suddenly, pulling it, and her jacket right back over her shoulders, lifting her face and shoulders off the ground briefly by the pressure.

He tossed them behind her, then tore off her bra so she was completely naked. Holly no longer cared anyway. She fell back onto the sandy ground, her cheek pressed against the cold earth as she felt the man press his cock against her anus.

She shuddered as he drove it into her to the hilt, then closed her wet eyes.

The man pressed down on her shoulders, his belly coming down on her buttocks as he drove her flat on the ground. He fucked his cock up and down in her anus for long minutes, his hands continuing to support him as they pressed against her shoulder blades.

Her entire body was crushed into the dirt, and she almost felt like she was a part of it. She ground back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in time to his fucking movements, then he groaned and she felt his seed pumping into her asshole.

He pulled his cock away, and then there was silence. She didn't move for long minutes, laying flat, spreadeagled on the ground, naked, shivering with cold. Slowly, she looked up, then pushed herself up to a sitting position.

She could see nobody. She blinked her eyes as she rotated her head, numbed, dazed. She cupped her sore pussy, and her hand came away very wet. Fearing she was bleeding she raised it to her face, but in the moonlight saw it was a thick smear of sperm, not blood. Her asshole also felt wet and she could see the stickiness on chest between her breasts, could feel the sand sticking to her there, and between the legs.

She was still sitting there minutes later when Jason staggered over, bleeding from a cut to the head. He found her clothes and slowly dressed her, then helped her to her feet.

The two slowly made their way out of the field

The End