Diary of a Young Slut Ch. 01

"Nah," Tony laughed, "She wanted it bad, but you guys sorta messed that up. I'll fuck her a little later. Maybe I'll keep the cuffs on her," he laughed. "She's just a slut I picked up at school."

I was just utterly in a daze now. What were they talking about? Who were they talking about? I am not a slut! I wanted to be home and away from all this.

"Hey, Tony," the white cop suddenly said, looking at my student ID. "I think we just saved your ass. This little bitch's cunt is illegal. You know that? Or is she trying to pull one on you? You fuck her and she tells someone, it could screw up your whole college career. The bitch is only fifteen. Statutory rape, they call it. You better get on out of here. We'll take her home for you."

"What the fuck the matter with you, ho" the black cop growled in my ear grabbing me by the arm and shaking me. "You want to fuck up the career of one of the best ball players this county ever seen? You that hot for cock?"

Both Tony and the white policeman laughed about the way my breasts bounced when the black man shook me.

I was about to pass out. What were they talking about? I wasn't fifteen and my student ID showed that. I couldn't understand what was going on

Letting go of my arm and grabbing my around the waist, the black cop lifted me onto the fender of the squad car. I could barely balance myself with my hands cuffed behind my back. I was both scared and mortified and on the verge of paralysis. Both policemen played their flashlights over my breasts. "Fuckin' huge!" the black cop said again.

"That's some fine looking pussy, Tony, but she's jail bait. She'll just get you in a world of trouble," the white cop said.

"Hey, thanks for the heads up, guys," Tony said. "I just assumed she was eighteen. You see a bitch with a set like that, it's hard not to think she's a legal fuck."

"I'm with you on that," the black cop said, laughing. Pushing his flashlight between my thighs, he added, "I'm sure the little slut gets her cunt greased pretty regularly, but we don't want nothing happenin' to you. You still got more than half a season to go, and both of us got some money riding on next Friday's game, stud. You go on now. Find you some legal pussy to fuck."

Tony laughed and thanked them again and got in his car and drove off. With my sweater and bra still in his front seat!

"Well," Mike said to Ramal, the black cop, "I can't believe he bought that! That is one stupid jock. But looks like we suddenly got us some mighty fine pussy to fuck tonight."

I could not believe what I was hearing. Were they going to like rape me? Or were they just kinda scaring me?

My racing thoughts were interrupted when Ramal reached up and lifted me off of the fender, and suddenly chuckling, turned to the white cop, Mike, and pointed his light at a wet spot on the fender where I had been sitting. "Well, I'll be goddamned!" he snorted. "Come look at this, Mike. This cunt must want some cock real bad. The little package of tits be dripping. Come have a look."

Lifting me back up onto the fender, he deftly pulled my panties below my knees in one quick movement and pushed my thighs up and apart.

"Mike, you gotta see this," he suddenly exclaimed. "You won't believe it. The little slut shaves her pussy!

Turning to me, he snarled, "You fix that fuck hole up real nice for a guy, don't ya. Make it mighty inviting for his cock. Hard to resist a sweet thang like that. Trying to snare ol' Tony? Get you a hot jock? Get him to fuck you like you like? You like cock, don't you, bitch. You a regular slut ho, ain't you, baby." he growled, pushing my thighs further apart.

I was on the verge of tears. It was true I was shaved, but not for the reasons the policemen thought. When I first started to shave, I knew that girls did their legs and underarms, and really having no one I could ask, certainly not my mother, I just assumed they shaved everything. That's the only reason. I do it now cause it seems so much cleaner. It was really so very innocent. But they sure didn't think so. They said it meant I was a whore. I wasn't. Not at all. What I was was scared!

"I'm a Christian girl and I wasn't doing anything," I said, trying to act defiant, but trembling badly. "He made me get undressed. Please, I want to go home," I murmured, now even closer to tears.

"Well, looks more to me like you're a regular ho, one that wants her pussy filled. You a professional, baby?" he snorted. "I think we're going to have to run you in for prostitution," he said, beginning to caress my vagina. "And Mike, didn't we find some coke in the ho's purse?" he said in an intimidating snarl. "You want to spend a night in jail? Or you want what Tony didn't give you? This wet pussy tellin' me you want it real bad, baby," he declared, his voice becoming very thick and guttural, as he continued to fondle me. "Maybe somethin' like this is what you want," he declared, pulling my legs even further apart and rubbing his nightstick against my vagina.

I was wet, it was true. But I don't know why. I guess it was something about being exposed like that in front of these two men and all the talk about my body and maybe even what Tony had been doing to me in the car had had a curious effect on me. Maybe it was Ramal playing with my nipples. Maybe it was the nightstick pushed into my crotch. I just don't know. I was scared, true, very scared as a matter of fact, but more than anything, I was confused.

December 4, 2006

After thinking about all that happened to me for over a month now, I guess I realize that I was more fascinated with what was happening to me than scared. How strange. I mean I was scared, really, really scared, but the horrible thing is that I discovered I liked being looked at. I know I denied it to myself when it was happening, but in truth, I even liked being talked about in that "dirty" way, and I liked being touched the way Mike and Ramal had been handling me.

But it was like over a month before I would admit that to myself. The only clue I had to my horrid behavior was that when Mike pushed my thighs open that night and first slipped his finger inside me to caress my clitoris, I couldn't help the tiny little moan that escaped my lips. Oh God, I was just mortified! I still am.

Well, as preacher says, the only way to rid yourself of sins is to acknowledge that you have them. So this is my first step toward redemption. I guess I did sin. I was very bad and I guess I had like maybe sinful thoughts during all of this. I pray for forgiveness.

But I still do say that I really didn't want to have sex. Or at least I don't think I did. I mean I was just so, so scared and crying really, really hard by then, and that should count for something shouldn't it?

So anyway, when Mike pulled me into the back seat of the squad car and told me what he was about to do, I was like still terrified but also just a teeny bit relieved that that is all I would have to do. So I didn't resist at all. I knew by then that something was going to happen to me. It had just gone too far by then and the two policemen were too obviously aroused. What Mike wanted was better than what I was afraid was going to happen. At least I would still be a virgin when he was done with me.

So when he pulled his thing from his pants and told me to open my mouth, I meekly opened for him. Maybe I was scared of his authority, maybe something else entirely, but when he pulled my mouth onto his erection, I simply gave in and accepted him and my fate. At least he wasn't having carnal knowledge of me! I was so grateful for that. I know it's strange, but that's how I was thinking.

Then I discovered the strangest think about myself. Apparently, I'm a "freak." Just because I don't have a gag reflex.

I'm sure Mike was infinitely more surprised than I was at how easily his penis slid completely down my throat, because I just though everyone was like that, since my sister is like that, too. But Mike was amazed. I just assumed that when he entered my mouth that the purpose was to put all of it inside me, and that that was how it would work for everyone. I obviously had had no experience with this sort of thing.

So it surprised me when he suddenly yelled to Ramal to "look at this!" as he pulled my face into his pubic hair, burying himself deep in my throat. "You can fuck this bitch's mouth like a cunt," he laughed beginning to thrust faster in and out of my mouth. "What a fucking whore!"

I was having a hard time breathing. I didn't really have any idea how to do this. I tried to pull back, but all I could get was little slips of air when his penis would retreat to my lips before he would again plunge back down my throat.

When after some indistinguishable amount of time, I heard him start to groan and felt him convulsing deep down my throat, I felt that something had changed, though at the time I had no idea what it was or what was happening. What I didn't know at the time was that he had just ejaculated his sperm deep down into my throat. I was just grateful that it was over.

Of course it was actually only half over.

Ramal, who was watching all this intently, had pulled his penis from his pants and was stroking it in front of me. It was black as night and seemed much larger than Mike's. When Mike pulled himself from my mouth and wiped his instrument on my breasts, Ramal took his place. He pushed his larger sex close to my mouth. I reluctantly opened, but I could barely get the head of it past my lips. I guess I wasn't trying hard enough.

"You're too big for her mouth," Mike snorted. "I'll bet you her little whore cunt can take you, though. Might have to tear it up a little like you did that little latina cunt last week, but what the fuck, eh. You certainly made a mess of her pussy," he laughed. "Might as well fuck this whore up, too."

This was scary. Was he going to have sex with me? And be rough with me? I could feel my heart beating in fear. I don't want you to think I'm like prejudiced or anything, cause I don't think I am, but I really didn't want a black man to even touch me, let alone do what I knew he had in mind. So I tried again to get him into my mouth, but all that would fit was the head of his penis.

Ramal pulled himself out of me, grunted something unintelligible, and dragged me by my hair over to a park table, where he pushed me down and thrust my legs up toward his shoulders.

My skirt was still up over my hips, and with my panties long gone now, I was completely open to him. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me toward his ebony shaft. Apparently, he intended to have sex with me.

I watched in utter horror as his black organ slipped between my labia, and its horrid black head slowly disappeared into my lily-white body.

Though in my mind I was screaming, "No! No!" for some reason I never said a word. A man was about to have sex with me for the first time, and worse a black man, and I never made a single move at all to stop him as he began his penetration of me.

That's how I know I wasn't my normal self. Like I said, this was a Negro and he was about to do a lot more than just touch me! I was like petrified. And never said a word!

Suddenly he paused.

"Mike, the bitch is virgin!"

"You're bullshitting me"

"No, I'm serious. I'll have to bust her cherry to fuck her."

I was confused. If they had asked me, I would have told them that I had never had sex before, but I thought they could just tell by looking at me. I guess they couldn't. Maybe I should have told them. I had no idea what would happen next, but I felt this great sense of relief that I would apparently escape with my virginity in tack. But deep, deep down maybe this isn't what I truly wanted to happen? I do so have to pray about this.

"You've never been fucked before, baby?" Mike asked.

I just shook my head and whimpered, "No."

"Hard to believe a cute little bitch like this with her cunt all shaved and a rack like this ain't never been fucked," Mike said, turning to Ramal. "You sure, bro?"

"Check for yourself, man," Ramal replied, moving away from me.

Mike stuck his finger up to my hymen and muttered, "I'll be a motherfucker."

"You liked Ramal's big cock in you, though, didn't you?" he said, turning back to me and grabbing me by the hair. "You wouldn't mind if he bust your little white cherry for you, make a woman out of you?"

I really did not know what to say. Could I tell a policeman not to do whatever he wanted to? They're the law, right? Would I get in trouble if I said no? And really, the experience was so strange, I wasn't sure I wanted it to stop. Maybe I wanted to see how it would all end, I don't know, but all I did (and I still can't believe this!) was start to shake my head no and sob a little bit, and then stop and nod my head yes just ever so slightly and say nothing more. I was just totally lost. I had no idea what I was doing or saying. I didn't even know what question I was answering.

But Mike loved my confusion. He laughed, and observed that it seemed I wouldn't mind at all if Ramal took my virginity. I don't know if that's true. Maybe it is. Oh, God it is so confusing. But I am just not a whore. I'm not!!!!

"Too risky to fuck a young white cunt if it's virgin," Ramal said. "Let me give her mouth another try."

"Oh, thank God," was all I could think.... Until Mike butted in again.

"Nah, come on, Ramal, just fuck her. We can beat her when we're done and say some high school kids gang raped her or something like that," Mike argued, "like we did with that cunt over at Lakeside High last week. Remember? You don't fuck her, I'm gonna," he added emphatically.

"I don't know, Mike. But maybe you right. This be mighty fine pussy to be passin' up. Look at the body on this pretty little cunt. I do like young pussy, specially young pussy with fat tits," he sort of mumbled, reaching over and shaking my breasts. Turning to me, he snarled, "You want your cunt filled with some hot black meat, bitch?"

I just sat there nearly paralyzed on the outside and crying hard now, but somehow maybe I was maybe a teeny, teeny bit excited on the inside? Or maybe curious? I know I never said, no.

Ramal walked back to me, re-spread my legs, and slipped them up onto his shoulders. I was again totally open and exposed.

"All right then," he said to Mike. "We beat her when we done."

"Right, bro," Mike answered, "No worry. Body like that, shaved pussy an' everything, everybody will think she's a tease got what she deserved. Nobody believe a cunt like this is virgin. Go ahead, fuck her, man. Fuck her hard! Bust that cunt up. I'm getting me some right after."

I knew then that I would not escape with my virginity. I closed my eyes and waited.

Ramal grunted and positioned himself again between my legs. He quickly reinserted the horrid head of his bulbous, black penis between my labia and pushed it up next to my hymen. He was sliding ever so gently in and out, until suddenly he reached down, grabbed both my breasts in his giant black hands, and yanking down hard on them and simultaneously driving his blackness hard up into my body, he took my virginity in one brutal stroke.

Two strokes latter nearly the entire length of that hideous black snake had battered its way deep into my white, supple body. I was having sexual intercourse for the first time. And with a Negro!!!

The tearing of my hymen was painful, but only fleetingly so. I recall being astounded more than afraid. I had often thought about sex, though surely not like this, being I guess kinda liked raped by a black policeman. But as I open my eyes and watched his dark penis slide effortlessly now deeply in and out of my body, for some reason, I became fascinated with the way my breasts bounced up and down with each hard stroke into my vagina. That's how screwed up I was.

But I was also becoming increasingly aware of some other vague sensation developing deep inside me, seeming to spread from my belly up through my chest and just engulfing me in a pleasantly sensuous feeling. Each forceful plunge of his thick black penis into my white body intensified that sense, and from what seemed like a long way away, I heard myself gasping "Ohmygawd, Ohmygawd."

If my hands had not been handcuffed behind me, I might have pulled him even harder into me. I relaxed and opened my legs as wide as I could to accommodate him.

He was banging hard up against my cervix when I heard him remark to Mike that this was the problem with "young white cunt," that they could never take all of his "cock" in their bodies without him tearing them up.

Looking down I saw that fully a quarter of his sex had failed to enter me. For some reason, I blushed in embarrassment. I felt like I had failed and I was humiliated. That's pretty strange, you got to admit.

Mike was urging him to go a head and "bust my white cunt open" when suddenly, Ramal gave an enormous gasp, pushed my legs clear back upon my chest, and took three really hard plunges into me. I thought at first he intended to rupture my cervix, but instead he flooded my vagina with a stream of hot semen.

And can you believe this, when he pulled out of me, I blushed and shamefully apologized for my failure to take all of him inside me. He just laughed at me.

What was the matter with me! For a minute, I actually considered asking him to try again. But a few seconds later, Mike stepped between my legs, and I knew my experience wasn't over.

I don't know what I said or did to make him start laughing and calling me a whore, but I think it must have been my apparently obvious desire to rekindle that feeling that Ramal had started inside me. I can't remember it clearly, but I know the second he positioned himself to enter me, I opened for him immediately. Though he was smaller than Ramal, he was every bit as vicious in his violation of my body, and in his first few strokes, he too soon called up that incredibly strange and fascinating sensation of pleasure growing deep inside me.

Fortunately, I could take all of Mike inside me pretty easily. Especially after what Ramal had done to me. Mike's thrusts where not as dramatic or intense as Ramal's, but he did re-ignite that hot ball of sensual pleasure that Ramal had enflamed in me. When I felt his body convulse and his semen coat my vagina, I need to confess that I experienced a twinge of disappointment that it was over.

After he finished depositing his sperm inside me, I knew that that wonderful knot of pleasure had not had an opportunity to develop totally. He'd been too quick. And I'm ashamed to say how disappointed I was.

Apparently, Mike's use of my body had re-aroused Ramal, and at Mike's encouragement, he decided to try my mouth again. I had hoped it would be my vagina.

Taking my breasts in his big hands, he jerked me off the table and onto my knees in front of him. I don't know why I really did want to please him, but I know I did. Maybe because I had failed him the other way. Maybe because I hoped he'd try my womb again. Satan was surely with me now.

Kneeling there with his blackness inches from my face, all I could think of was how to accommodate him and not embarrass myself again. I finally did manage to get him partially in my mouth, but try as hard as I could, I simply could not get him all the way down my throat like I had Mike.

I could see he was angry. He kept repositioning me and hammering at the back of my throat for such a long time it seemed, but suddenly he gave this great groan and I felt his hot spume filling my mouth as it had my vagina.

This wasn't like Mike, who had ejaculated entirely down my throat. This time my mouth was completely filed with his semen. Having no experience and therefore not knowing what to do, I simply spit it out onto the parking lot when he finished with me. What a mistake!