Heather Brown: The rape girls

Then, on the verge of coming, Kimberly lifted her legs and placed her feet against the bedstead, pushing against it with all her might as she finger-fucked herself. Her hand swain in a sticky sea of cuntjuice, her thumb pressing the fleshy, moist bud of her clitoris. Then, suddenly, it happened, and her crotch was wet with sticky warmth as the unbelievable thrill started at her clit and spread throughout her pussy, and from there throughout her body, as she came and came again, shuddering with orgasmic delight.

It had been another hard day for Gilda Varner. Her job as a welfare worker for the Department of Social Services took her into the worst sections of the city. It wasn't just the wretched housing and lack of money that made the poverty her clients endured seem so unbearable, but the insidious side effects. As they had no money, nobody cared about them, and they were allowed to fester in their discontent in the brutal slums. It was a jungle of trash and crime. Any stranger walking the streets of the ghetto had to be aware that they were in potential danger just being there, and when she went out on visits to her clients Gilda realized this.

In college, being a tall, attractive girl with long raven hair, a graceful body, and softly sloping breasts, Gilda had been besieged for dates. However, most of them were after one thing – what was between her legs. Being a normal young woman with healthy instincts, Gilda, every once in a while, gave into the advances of one of her dates and permitted him to undress her and caress her tits while she played with his cock and balls, and then let him slip his prick between the moist hairy folds of a cunt that frequently cried out for sexual release.

But, then, after the actual fucking, things would always go down hilt. The boys, after they had shot their wad of sticky sperm, seemed to lose all interest in her, as if their pleasure was all that counted. Even though she was able to come easily, she still lay frustrated. She longed for further stimulation, bitter that her partner was too inconsiderate to realize that she was capable of multiple orgasms.

It was no accident that by the time Gilda graduated from the university and took the job at the age of twenty-two for the Department of Social Services, she had a rather dubious opinion of the opposite sex.

Gilda was walking down the dark stairs of a tenement house after seeing a client, a black woman named Mrs. McCloud who was struggling to raise six children in a three-room flat on the pittance she got from welfare.

Gilda started walking down the gloomy hallway toward the street. There, by the mailboxes, was a huge black man. As she tried to pass him in the narrow hallway, Gilda couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be in the process of removing the mail from Mrs. McCloud's box.

"Say," Gilda said spontaneously, "you wouldn't happen to be Mr. McCloud would you?"

"What if I would," the man said, turning toward her.

"Then I'd say you were a pretty poor excuse for a man, leaving your wife and children like that," she said indignantly, not sure what had come over her.

"Hah," he guffawed. "You must be one of those honky social workers, come down to the ghetto to tell us niggers how to live right. Well, you tell me all about it, Miss White Bitch, I'm all ears. Show me the motherfucking way."

Suddenly Gilda realized what she had gotten herself into and said, softening her voice, "Look, I'm sorry. I was just visiting Mrs. McCloud and she's having a rough time of it, and naturally when I saw you there by her mailbox I thought…"

"You thought I might be her old man. Jesus, you're stupid even for a white bitch. Now, come on, you're smarter than that. Come on, now, baby, what day is it?"

"Well, it's the first of the month," Gilda said, puzzled by what he was getting at.

"And what happens on the first and fifteenth of the month?"

"Well, uh…"

"Shee-it, you work for the welfare department and you don't even know when they send out their checks."

"Well, you're right, I do work for the Department of Social Services," Gilda said, "and the checks do come today… But I don't understand. If you're not Mr. McCloud, what are you doing getting into Mrs. McCloud's mailbox?"

"Trying to steal her welfare check, naturally," he said with a broad grin. "That's how I make my living."

"But that's outrageous!" Gilda exclaimed.

"What other kinda work I gonna find around here," he said, shrugging his massive shoulders. "Everybody's gotta make a living somehow. That's why you working for the welfare, right? That's why this Mrs. McCloud's on it. And that's why I was trying to steal her check. Except that the damn bitch beat me to it."

Realizing for the first time that she was confronted with a criminal, Gilda was totally taken over by fear. Suddenly the huge black man looked very powerful. If he wanted to, he could easily lift her up off the floor and break her in two. But when Gilda's gaze absorbed the sight of the massive bulge at his crotch, she knew that if he was going to break her in two it wasn't going to be with his hands but with the black battering-ram of his huge cock.

Gilda could feel her knees turn to jelly as her heart beat faster and faster. He moved slowly but menacingly. "Don't be afraid. You know you want it. All you white cunts do. You all want a big black prick up your lily-white pussies. No tight ass honky can thrill you the way a hung stud nigger can."

Gilda was rendered speechless as he grabbed her. With one massive arm encircling her so she couldn't move, he pinned her against the opposite wall. He grabbed her blouse and ripped it straight down, taking her bra off with it. He placed his huge dark hand on one of her tits, tracing his fingers over a pink nipple that was as hard as marble.

"You're ready for it, baby," he crooned as he flicked the erect nipple with his fingernail. "When the cops find you later, laying in this hallway with your legs spread apart and your pussy sloppy with my cum, you'll say it was against your will, that some nigger raped you and you fought like shit. But that's jive as far as I'm concerned. I can tell by looking at you you're a hot little bitch. You need it all the time, don't you, baby?"

"No… no… please," Gilda stammered, but her voice was reduced to a quavering hush by her stark terror as her dark assailant dropped his woolly head to her tits. His tongue darted out and whipped across her right nipple, sliding back and forth over it, his spit drooling down the swelling of her tit. As he began to suck the nipple, the warm pulling sensation against her breast seemed to spread throughout her body until it was between her legs. Gilda felt the moist lips of her pussy fluttering.

The Negro slid a hand under her skirt with such force that she automatically opened her legs to accommodate his touch. Gilda moaned as he ran his enormous black hand up and down her pussy.

Suddenly his hand was off her cunt and clutching the waistband of her skirt, ripping it from her body. She stood in the hallway clad only in her sopping wet panties, the crotch soaking with her hot discharge, her pubic hair sticking to the cloth.

He quickly removed his trousers and stood in front of Gilda, obviously displaying his prick with animalistic pride. His gigantic, black cock jumped out at her savagely, a veritable battering ram that was sure to ravage her cunt to the point of total delirium.

"I can't take that," Gilda stammered, reaching out in morbid fascination to touch his prick, making sure that it was really as massive as it seemed. It was a foot long, and at least six inches around. Gilda could envision it driving up into her cunt, and not stopping there, jamming up into her uterus as he fucked her cunt.

The huge black man ripped her panties from her loins. Then he picked Gilda up as if she weighed a few ounces. He lifted her so that her crotch was near the level of his barrel chest. She looked down to see his enormous black prick emerging from his loins as he slowly lowered her cunt down to it.