She first wrote me about the story "Black Rain" - She's really a sweet woman who finds herself turned on by rape stories. After a few emails back and forth, she told me that she was raped when she was in college. And then she told me that she never told anyone about it. She asked me if I could write her story. We had an intense conversa- tion over the phone (which is something I usually shy away from with my readers). Below is her story, exactly as she told me in detail over the phone.

Mr. Blackzilla, you wrote me back and asked me to tell you about my rape. Well here goes.

I was 20 years old when it happened. I'm 35 now. I was dating a Blackman while I was in college. I've always found myself attracted to black men when I was younger but I was to afraid of what my family and friends would say if they knew I had such feelings for the opposite race. There's nothing special about me. I think I'm kind of an average woman. I not thin and I'm not fat. I have dark hair brown hair; I'm a 34 b-cup. And I'm about 5 ft 6 inches tall.

I started dating a young black man in my third year of school. He was a nice guy who really treated me well. I really enjoyed spending my free time with him. What I liked about him was his patience. He never rushed anything he did. Even when we would have sex he took his time and really made each time special.

One weekend he had to fly back home cause his Aunt had passed away. He was going to be gone for a week. I spent most of my time with him. So when he left I found myself with nothing to do. I'm not a party girl, if you know what I mean. I don't like to drink and all that other stuff. But back then when I was in college, that's all people did.

That Saturday night a few of the girls from my dorm asked me to come with them to a party. I told them that I didn't feel like it. They started laughing and making fun of me. One of the girls said,

"What's the matter, you don't like hanging out with white people anymore?"

The comment pissed me off. I didn't want to go but I did. I guess I just wanted to prove to this girl that I wasn't afraid of white people even though I'm white. When we arrived it was your typical frat party, tons of beer and lots of drugs. The music was also very loud. I figured I'd make a short appearance and then get lost in the crowd and kindly go back to my room.

I was never in to drinking but I liked smoking pot every once in a while. So when my girlfriend light up a joint and passed it around, I took a few hits and was feeling pretty good. Then I had a beer. Then I had some of their spiked punch. I knew the punch was spiked and so did everyone else. It was no big secret. People have been spiking punch for years.

The punch was pretty powerful. I think it was nothing but pure vodka with a little fruit punch in it to give it some color. I hung out for a while and after my second glass of punch I started feeling dizzy. I wasn't really dizzy; it was then I realized that I was drunk.

I had to go to the bathroom so I asked someone where it was. They told me it was upstairs, 3rd door on the right. Walking up the stairs past the army of people drinking and smoking pot on the stairwell was quit an adventure. The second floor was abandoned and very dark. I don't have good vision. I have always worn glasses my entire life. I don't even remember how many doors I passed. I opened the door that I thought was the bathroom. It was dark and I couldn't see a thing. I tried to find the light switch by feeling for it.

I walked in a little further and that's when someone grabbed me from behind. He put one hand over my mouth and one hand around my waist and lifted me off the ground. He carried me forward and then I felt him leap forward while holding me. Things where happening so fast. Even though I was a little high and a little drunk, I knew I was in trouble.

I thought I was going to hit the ground. Our bodies landed on top of a bed. It was a single bed because my head was hanging off the other side. The impact cause my glasses to fall off, I actually heard the glass break when it hit the floor. I was confused and pissed off. My first thought was maybe someone was playing around. Then I heard his voice.

"Hey... shut the fuck up you nigger lover."

Then I heard another voice say,

"Yeah bitch... shut the fuck up... we know who you are, you're name is Cindy and we know all about that nigger you're fucking."

I was scared to death. I didn't know what to do. The guy that was lying on top of me started grinding his hips against my ass. I started crying and my body started shaking. I couldn't make a sound even if I tried. I was trying my best to gasp for air.

Then the guy on top of me whispered in my ear, "I don't remember inviting nigger lovers to my party. Don't you know how bad you make us look prancing around campus with that fucking monkey?"

I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He sounded angry and I could feel him breathing faster and faster.

"I'm going to move my hand, if you try and scream.I swear I'll knock all of those pretty little teeth out of your mouth."

A soon as he moved his hand away from my mouth I started begging.

"Please let me go. I--I'm sorry I came to your party. Didn't know. I'll leave right away. Please let me go... I'm sorry."

I could hear the other guy laughing from the other side of the room. It was dark and his voice just seemed to echo.

"Your not going anywhere bitch, you should've never come here, you should have stayed with that nigger."

It was springtime and I was only wearing a light blouse and a skirt. I was terrified and I didn't know what to do. Then I felt it. The guy that was lying on top of me started humping me on top of my cloths. I could feel his cock getting harder and harder.

"This bitch has a big fucking ass man," he said to his friend while he dry humped me, which was causing my skirt to ride up to my hips.

I tried to move, I started wiggling around trying to get him off of me. Then he yanked me by my hair, and said.

"Yeah baby, I like that I like a bitch that knows how to move her ass around."

It was then that it hit me, "Oh God... they're going to rape me," I thought to myself.

"Hey man let me go first." Said the guy who was on the other side of the room.

I started crying as I felt a hand working up my dress. The guy on top of me was very heavy and I couldn't move.

"I'm gonna go first this time, you went first last time. I'm already in my favorite position."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.they were arguing over who was going to rape me first. Then I felt a hand palming my pussy from behind. I wasn't wearing anything special, just a pair of cotton panties. I could feel his finger pressing against my pussy lips. He started moaning after he hooked his finger under the crotch of my panties and found my bare pussy lips.

"Please don't do this to me! Please don't rape me! I'm sorry... I didn't even want to come to your party. Please let me go," I begged.

My head was still spinning from the booze, I was scared and didn't know what to do.

"What's the matter Cindy? You think your pussy is too good for a couple of white boys? What's the matter, you think our dicks are too small for yeah?"

The both of them started laughing. Then the guy on the other side of the room said, "Show her man, shove your cock in her.Show that bitch what she's been missing."

Then I heard and felt my panties being ripped from my body. I heard footsteps coming towards me. The other guy grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down pinning my shoulders to the bed.

"Come on man hurry up." He said to the guy that was on my back. The guy on my back got up and I could hear him taking of his cloths. He got out of his cloths real fast. He climbed back on top of me. I tried to lock my legs together. He slapped me hard on my ass. POOOOWWW...

"Open your fucking legs. I'm not fucking around with you bitch.Open them up right fucking NOW!" he growled.

At that point I knew that there was no escaping from them. I was scared, I was drunk, and I was also exhausted. He used his knees to spread my legs apart. Then I felt the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy.

"Oh... shit man this bitch is wet."

I think that's when I felt the most embarrassed. He started rubbing his cock against my pussy lips. I could feel my pussy responding to him. I was sure he was going to ram his cock into me. But he didn't. It seemed like he was teasing himself. I could feel his rock hard cock poking at my hole. His cock head was large. I could feel my pussy lips stretching.

"Come on man stop fucking around... will you fuck this bitch already?"

"Will you shut up and let me enjoy myself. Jeezus Christ, calm the fuck down man."

That was the last thing he said before he sunk his cock into my body. His cock was thicker then I thought. There was no resistance from my pussy. I was ashamed; my pussy was soaking and his cock just slid right in all the way.

He moaned when his cock was thoroughly buried in my pussy. He held himself in that position for a few seconds. His cock felt huge inside of me. Then he pulled back and he pushed it back in again slowly. He did this a few times before he increased his pace. At that point I stopped crying. It didn't matter anymore. I was being raped.

My pussy felt so filled up, and I could feel my juices lathering his cock. He started grunting and moaning while he fucked me. Every once in a while he would give me a few short hard stokes.

"How is it man? Is it good, is the pussy good man?" asked the man holding me down.

The guy fucking me from behind was grunting and moaning. Then he said,

"FUCK YEAH MAN! She's fucking tight. That nigger must have a small cock."

They both started laughing. The guy fucking me from behind started grunting and fucking me harder and harder. I could feel my pussy squeezing and milking his cock. Then I felt it... I was about to cum.

He started twisting and churning his hips.I tried my best to keep myself still. I desperately didn't want to cum. I didn't even realize that the guy that was holding me down had let go of me. It was dark and I couldn't see a thing. The bed was bouncing up and down as he drove his cock into me from behind. That was when he placed his hands on my shoulders and started jerking my body toward his to met his thrust.

I was feeling all kinds of things everything was a blur. My eyes were opened but I could see nothing.

"You ready bitch? I'm gonna cum," he growled.

"No! No don't cum in me! Please don't do that!" I cried out softly.

I heard the other guy's voice. He was somewhere else in the room.

"Fuck the bitch. Cum in her, I'll bet she lets that nigger cum in her pussy."

Before I could protest further he started ramming his cock in me hard and fast.

"Ahhh... Aghhh... Take that bitch!"

He rammed his cock into me and started shooting his load inside me. I don't know if it was instinct or fear, but I squeezed my as cheeks together. I could feel his cock pulsing as he pumped his sperm deep into my pussy. That sent me over the edge and I started cumming with him.

I've always used condoms with my boyfriends. This was the first time I ever felt a man cum inside my pussy. It felt strange, and disgusting. It felt as though someone had a water gun that was filled with hot water and was squirting it inside. His whole body trembled before he finally collapsed on top of my back. I could feel his sweaty chest soaking through my blouse. I could also feel his cock twitching as it started to deflate inside me.

He just lied there for a few seconds while he caught his breath. Then the other guy said, "Are you done yet? Come on man, it's my fucking turn."

He pulled his cock out of my pussy and almost instantly I could feel his cum leaking out of my pussy. It felt nasty at first then it felt even stranger as I felt it leaking out in clumps. The guy who just finished raping me then said to his buddy,

"Damn man, would you fucking relax? She's not going anywhere."

I had just been raped and know I was about to be raped again by another guy. As soon as the first guy got up off the bed the other guy jumped on the bed. I thought he was going to do me the same way. I just wanted it to be over. I had no fight left in me. He told me to get on my back and I did. He didn't even have to tell me to spread my legs or anything like that, I just did it.

"Damn! I always get sloppy seconds." He said as he plunged a couple of fingers into my pussy.

My pussy was filled with his friends cum.He was twisting his fingers around inside my pussy. I could hear the sound of coming from my pussy and it disgusted me.

"Damn man, you shot a big load in this bitch," he said laughingly.

"Will you shut up and fuck her already? Jeeezus Christ!"

I was on my back staring into the darkness. I felt his cock head at the entrance to my freshly raped cum filled pussy. He put his cock head between my pussy lips. Then he grabbed my ankles and pushed them up and back until my knees were pressing against my breast. He then pushed forward driving his cock deep into my pussy. He stopped and moaned when his balls landed flush against my ass.

He didn't waste any time. He started fucking me hard and fast. He fucked me with long hard strokes. His cock felt thicker then the first guy who raped me. I felt like a whore. The sound of his cock slicing in and out of my gooey cum filled pussy brought a few tears to my eyes. I cried silently while starting into the darkness.

I wished I were somewhere else. I wished that I never came to that party. I wished I were with my Black boyfriend who loved me. I tried not to think about what was happening to me. But that could not take me away from my reality. The cock that was pounding in and out of my pussy didn't love me. The cock that was twisting and slicing through my flesh hated me.

The guy fucking me was grunting and moaning. I wanted him to get it over with. I wanted to go home. I found myself praying silently that he would come soon and get off of me. My prayers were answered. He grunted and rammed his cock into my pussy and started shaking as he came inside me filling my pussy with a fresh batch of cum. He came just as hard as his buddy did just a few minutes ago. He gave me a few more short jabbing strokes making sure he completely emptied himself inside my raped pussy.

"Damn, that was fucking good. I really needed that Cindy, thanks."

I didn't move or say a word. I hated the fact that they knew my name. He let go of my legs and placed them flat on the bed. I could here them putting there cloths on. The guy who had just finished raping me came over by the bed and put his hands between my legs and stuck his fingers into my sore cum dribbling cunt.

"Consider yourself lucky bitch. There's about ten other guys downstairs that wanted to come up here and help teach you a lesson. You keep your mouth shut and you keep your nigger loving ass away from our people. Do you here me? I said do you here me?"

I answered him with a yes. Then he took his fingers out of my cunt and smeared there cum on my face. He told me to clean myself up and go to the end of the hallway. He said there was a stairwell that lead to the back door. He told me to hurry up and to get the fuck out of their house. Then I heard the footsteps walking toward the door.

Just before they walked out they turned on the lights. All I saw was a white hand close the door. The first thing I did was look for my glasses and panties. I found my glasses but I couldn't find my underwear.

I fixed myself up a bit and I used the sheet that was on the bed to clean the cum off my face. I opened the door slowly and peaked my head out. I didn't see anyone. I headed down the hall they told me about. I walked down the stairs and out the back door. I ran all way back to my room. My whole body ached and I could feel that there cum running down my legs.

I never told anyone. Not even my boyfriend. How could I? I never saw the faces of the men who raped me. This all happened 15 years ago.

I ended up married my black boyfriend. We have two small children and we are very happy. My parents never accepted him though. They couldn't get over the color of his skin.

I read a lot and I find myself drawn to rape stories. I don't know why I read them, but I can't help it. My husband knows I read rape stories, because once in a while I read a hot but soft-core forced sex story in bed. Then we play little games in bed. He knows I like it when he forces me. I really get turned on when he sneaks up behind me and forces his hard black cock in me.

Sometimes he waits and catches me when I come out of the shower. I know he's going to do it cause when I come out of the shower the house is quiet; the TV in the bedroom is off. Then the light suddenly goes out and he pushes me onto the bed on my stomach and rams his cock in my pussy. I almost always cum instantly.

He fucks me hard and fast; he sometimes talks dirty and nasty. He quotes things he's her me read from the rape stories. He tells me to shut up and not to make a sound. He threatens to hurt me if I fight him. I pretend like I'm crying and I beg him to stop. You know with stuff like, "Oh please mister don't hurt me, oh please don't fuck me."

He tells me to shut up, and then he rams his thick black cock deep inside my dripping pussy. I know he loves our little rape game. Lately he's been thinking of new and more creative ways to take me. I always protest a little. Then I give in and come hard.

My black husband loves me and he would never hurt me. I love him to death but I don't think I could ever tell him what happen to me when he went away that week. Who knows? He surfs the web. Maybe one day he'll go through my favorites on my PC and find your site Mr. Zilla.

The End