Tyrone Gorleck and Randy Sylvester were two black criminals, for life. Since their first arrest when they were just twelve years old, they’d been in and out of jail. Their usual routine was to get out, commit more crimes to finance their freedom; go back to jail. Today, they both were in their late thirties, pretty buff from the prison gym, and due to be released today. Jackson Speck held some of their things, and would let them stay with him over at his crib on Jefferson Court. At least, until the next time they got arrested. Prison life was predictable, organized. Outside was disorganized chaos, but way more fun.
Tyrone and Randy were led down the cell block, through administration and in about thirty minutes they were outside, getting on a city bus with their one-time pass. The bus drove to the center of town, let them out. Tyrone and Randy stepped out into the cold rain, free again. They looked around, then Tyrone asked where to.
Randy said, “First thing we gotta do is get us a ride, then some pussy. I’m so fucking horny I’m about to jerk off right here.” He stood there, eyeing every woman and girl he could see. They started to walk down the street, turning a few corners before finding an older Chevy Yukon parked by the curb, it took them about twenty seconds to get in and start it. The two drove down the back streets, made a few stops, collected two of their stashed guns at Jackson’s place. They said get ready to party; we’ll be back.
Randy and Tyrone drove through quiet neighborhoods until they got to the Galleria. Expensive shopping malls sometimes had opportunities. The key was not to get noticed, so no driving endlessly around. They found a parking spot in the garage, second floor, where people walk in and out of the mall. Sit quiet, low, watch. Sometimes you don’t find a thing, then you gotta go grab some ugly, fat black bitch down in the hood. Sometimes you get lucky here though. A lot of people came and went. Randy watched every pussy he saw, with no regard to age. Around 7:50 PM, a minivan drove by, parked down a way. About six young teenage girls jumped out, walking quickly towards the entrance.
“Holy shit,” Randy said, watching the show. They all wore skirts, every one a hottie. An old lady walked behind them, trying to keep up. The whole group disappeared into the mall. Randy and Tyrone looked at each, grinning. Wouldn’t it be nice….
Suddenly the doors opened and two of those girls ran back out. They stopped, looked around, trying to remember where their van was parked. Tyrone started the car. The two girls walked slowly forward, straight towards them and then turned left, walking up the ramp in the right direction. They suddenly saw their minivan and ran over.
Tyrone pulled out, “Get ready,” he said. “No doubt,” said Randy, pulling up his black hoodie. Tyrone pulled up next to the minivan and stopped, quickly throwing it in Park. Randy got out, gun in his hand. Tyrone jumped out too, ran quickly around the back, pulling out his own Glock. Tyrone came around, saw Randy get behind them. Randy shoved them, pointing his gun at them. Randy said angrily, yet quietly, “Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck! Shut the fuck up!” Tyrone ran up an instant later, pointing his gun at them too. Surprise and speed. He grabbed one girl, pulled her out, pressing the gun to her face. She didn’t weigh much, he almost carried her to the car, still pressing the gun against her. Randy grabbed up the second girl, dragging her over too. Tyrone threw open the back door, shoved his girl into the back seat. “Get in! Get the fuck in!” She half climbed; half fell into the back seat. Randy shoved the second girl in right behind her, then slammed the door shut as Tyrone ran around, jumped in the driver’s seat. He jumped in the front seat. Tyrone put it in Drive and sped off.
Randy turned to the two girls, pointing his gun at them. “Anyone try to get out, I shoot the other one. You just stay quiet, do what you’re told, and nothing bad will happen.” Tyrone chuckled as they turned onto the street and left the Galleria.
Becky Wells was fourteen years old, a member of the local church choir. Her and the other girls had been to Christmas Choir practice, and now Mrs. Grady was taking them to the Galleria for some shopping. Becky had a credit card, with a very low upper limit, but she suddenly realized she’d left it in her purse in the car. She grabbed her friend Angela to go with her. She wasn’t supposed to go alone anywhere, so this seemed like a good solution. Mrs. Grady gave her the car key remote and said for the two of them to hurry back.
Becky and Angela ran to the parking garage. Becky was about 5’2” tall, weighed maybe 114 pounds. White, with long blonde hair, she was a very adorable 14-year-old. Angela Gibbs was a year younger, at thirteen. She stood about the same height, weighed about the same. In the group of six girls, Becky and Angela were best friends, partly because of two things. In this group, Becky and Angela were the youngest, and they also had the biggest boobs. Without a doubt, both girls had cleavage till Tuesday. They compared them once in the school shower. Both stood out. Becky’s boobs hung down some, but the main part was already quite big, about a 32A bra size. Her small size only enhanced their appearance. Angela was very similar, the only difference being that Becky had regular looking nipples, while Angela’s were darker, puffier.
The two eighth graders ran to the minivan, unlocked it and opened the sliding door. As Becky reached under the seat, someone suddenly shoved Angela on top of her, knocking them both down. Surprised, they both turned to see a big, angry black man pointing a gun at them. Then another black man appeared with a gun, too. The men grabbed the girls by an arm, telling them to be quiet, while they pressed their guns down into their face. They dragged both of them to a car, made them get in, then they started to drive away. Becky thought about jumping out before they went too far, but then the man turned around, saying he’d shoot the other one of either tried to jump out. Becky quickly pulled her hand back from the door handle. The shock and surprise were now turning to fear for both girls, as they realized how little they could do now. Becky grabbed Angela’s arm; Angela grabbed her back. Tears began in both of them.
Becky started to ask questions. “Who, who are you? What do you want? Let us go, please, you have to let us go! What do you want?” Angela started crying, “Let us go, I want to go now, I want to go….” Randy just sat there, casually pointing the gun at them.
“We going to a party, girls! We gonna have fun! You gonna meet our friends and everything. Cake, ice cream, it’s gonna be fun.”
The two listened, terrified, then said no, they didn’t want to go, they wanted to go home. One kept saying she wanted her mommy. He started asking them questions; their names, their ages.
Randy turned to Tyrone. “Becky Wells, 14. Angela Gibbs, 13. Well my, my, my…” Tyrone laughed, “Party girls alright!” Randy said, “Let’s get this party started.”
Randy turned to the two girls, told them to take of their coats. The two slowly took off their ski jackets, still clutching each other mostly. “Ooooooh-weeee!” Randy called. “Look at them fucking titties! No fucking way! You says you’re fourteen?” Becky nodded. “Holy shit, girl, holy shit.”
Randy turned to Angela, put a hand to her chest as she tried to back away. “And you,” he said, “You about the same? Holy shit, you are. Holy fucking, shit, lookie there. Lookie them titties.”
Randy turned to Tyrone. “Dude, young and big tits. We gotta get to Jackson’s quick, bro.”
About twenty minutes later, the Yukon pulled in behind Jackson Speck’s place. The two grabbed the girls, dragging them from the car. Even though they kept telling them to keep quiet, with their guns pressed to their heads, the two kept pleading, quietly, begging them to let them go, crying as they did. Into the back door they were forced, then down some stairs to a basement. Jackson followed the other two down when he heard them come in.
“Took you niggers long enough! Where the fuck you been?” At the bottom of the stairs, Tyrone told Jackson to shut the fuck up.
“Look what we fuckin’ brought!” Tyrone said. Jackson stared, let out a long whistle.
“My oh my, what have we here.” He moved around the two girls slowly. Randy said, “This one, she be thirteen. That one, she’s fourteen.” Jackson stopped in front of Becky. He leaned close.
“Fourteen? Nah, you kidding, right? No way a little fourteen-year-old gonna have titties that nice. No fucking way.” He stood there staring at her rack for a bit. “You ever suck nigger cock before, snowflake?” Jackson asked her. She just answered by pleading in a shaking voice to please let them go. “You two ain’t going nowhere; not ‘till you’ve had an education.”
Becky and Angela were pushed over near a mattress on the floor. They stood there, holding each other, as the three men started doing things. First, all three got undressed. Right in front of them; Angela couldn’t believe it. Her young, blue eyes were wide open. She’d never seen a man naked before, except her dad once by accident. These men were about her dad’s age, but bigger, and black people, too. She’d heard last year that black men had bigger penis’ but what did she know? These men each had a big, brown one. Each hung out in front in a big arch, and each had a big, flared, brown head on the end. Angela now gripped Becky even harder, even more scared than before.
One man lit up some marijuana, the three men shared it. They made Angela and Becky smoke some. They both mostly gagged and choked on it. One lit a big cigar. Rap music began playing. These colored lights came on. The three men came over and stood in front of her and Becky. Each man was big, naked, with their private parts hanging right in front of them.
The three men eyed the girls up and down for a while, then the one with the cigar said, “Strip, bitch,” pointing at Angela. Angela, shaking, held Becky tight as she shook her head no. “No, no, I, I don’t want to, no, please….”
Tyrone stepped up, put his cigar to Becky, holding her upper arm and burning her there. Both girls cried; Becky really screamed. Angela said, “Ok, ok, ok…” Tyrone stepped back, let go of Becky’s arm. Hesitantly, Angela began to get undressed. She pulled off her sweater vest, then undid her blouse next. The three watched closely as the young girl removed her blouse, then with shaking hands she took off her skirt. Standing there, seeing her in her underwear, all three began to get even harder. Nice fucking tits for a thirteen-year-old alright. Her small size just made them look even better. For Tyrone and Randy, it’d been seven years. Slowly, the girl eased her panties off. No hair, just a little girl slit. Then with trembling hands, she unhooked the front of her bra and, pausing momentarily, she removed it. Quickly she covered herself with her hands crossed over her chest, each hand trying to cover a breast, with just some success.
Tyrone stepped up close to her. She stood there covering herself, turning sideways to him. He leaned down close to her ear.
“Listen up, little girlie. Here’s what you gotta do next. You gotta undress your friend here. Do it now, or I start slicing her.” He held up a sharp hunting knife, all stainless steel. He stepped back, told her to do it, do it now. He reached over and grabbed Becky’s hair, pulling her closer. He put the knife to her face. He glared at Angela, snarled, “I said now, bitch!”
Angela was shaking so bad. Scared to death for both her and Becky. Standing in this basement, all cold and lit up like some fancy place, without any clothes on at all was surrealistic. To do what he said, she had to move at least one hand. That would mean showing one breast. She moved her right hand towards Becky, crossing her left arm across her chest as best she could. Unfortunately for Angela, this created some spectacular cleavage while her breast tried to squeeze out between her fingers.
Angela reached over, took ahold of Becky’s sweater vest, like her own. She slowly worked it, slowly lifting it up and off of her best friend. She kept begging them to stop, asking them to try and be nice boys. That got some good laughs. Angela undid Becky’s blouse, then she took it off of her. She undid Becky’s bra, just like her own. She took that off as Becky stood there trembling. Angela noticed Becky’s nipples were quite hard and erect. She slowly undid her skirt, eased it down, then her panties. As Angela was undressing her best friend, she started getting mouthier with these colored men.
“You can’t do this, you know. You guys are a bunch of jerks. Fucking assholes. You can’t make us get undressed you know. It’s against the law, it, it’s against the, the law. You can’t… You’ll get in big trouble if you do…..” Nobody listened though. Once they were both undressed, the men made them stand facing each other, their boobs barely touching. One man told Becky to French kiss her girlfriend. Slowly, Becky leaned over. Angela, trembling, just closed her eyes. Becky put her lips on Angela’s. The men kept yelling at her. They told Becky to put her tongue inside her mouth. She did; Angela let her by opening her mouth some. She tried to keep her own out of the way, but they just ended up rubbing against each other’s wet, warm tongues.
Tyrone watched, his dick plenty hard now. He’d be fucking one right now if it wasn’t for this erotic show in front of him. He grabbed the older girl’s hand, told her to rub the other girl’s tit. He pressed her hand to the other girl’s breast. He kept yelling at her to squeeze it, rub it, rub her puffy nipples between her fingers. She did, fumbling around a lot, as the other two men kept yelling at the girl to kiss the younger girl more. Tyrone turned and went over to the shelf, grabbed the bottle of baby oil and put some in his hand. He rubbed it all over his cock as he eased back over, watching the two youngsters making out. He took hold of the younger one.
“Yo, yo, yo, time for this one to get a proper education. Let me have her, she’s my little student now, ain’t that so, white girl?” Held up the baby oil and Jackson grabbed it, then Randy grabbed it from him. “I’m next, motherfucker!”
Tyrone pulled the girl over some, told her to get on her knees. He put his dick right in her face. He made her wrap her little hands around it, something she could barely do. She kept crying the whole time. Tyrone made Angela stroke him some, then made her fell his balls, made her caress them with her small hand. Next, Tyrone pushed her down on her back, or tried to. She knew what was coming, and this was her last-ditch defense. She struggled, fought hard to keep him away from her, kicking and punching at him. He just laughed at first. She was so small, and he was so much bigger, stronger. He grabbed her arms, then got them together over her head, gripped them both with one hand.
“Spread those knees apart, little girl! Go on, spread ‘em, bitch!” He paused, then punched her once in her side, hard. “Ah said spread ‘em, girl! Now spread ‘em! Wide!” Facing contorted in pain, the girl gradually spread her thighs apart. Tyrone pushed himself between them. He held his cock, raging now for some action, and put it right to her little white girl cunt. All slick with oil, he pushed it around her soft pussy lips, finding that little hole. He pressed in, changed his angle a couple of times. Fucking virgins could be a bitch to get into sometimes. Suddenly, those little girl pussy lips began to spread as his dick started to move into her.
Despite her pain from the punch earlier, Angela still screamed loud when the man first entered her. His thing was so big, too big! She tried to tell him, but the pain just made her scream more. Finally, she gasped, “No! No! It’s, it’s too, it’s too big! No, please, stop, it, it’s too big, please…….” The man didn’t listen. He just stared at her with this crazy look of lust in his face. He started pushing himself back and forth. His penis went in farther, then back, then in again. He pushed against her hymen; he pushed hard and long, and suddenly she felt him go right past it, going in really, really far. She opened her mouth wide, crying out silently as he brutally pushed into her vagina. Her body began to move back and forth as he raped her, again and again. The pain did ease up some after a while, but she could feel that head sliding back and forth, stimulating her inside. Her pussy lips were tight around his shaft. She could feel them sliding smoothly along it. It was so long! She barely noticed the man gripped and molesting her breast.
Becky watched horrified as the one man attacked Angela. She fought hard, he hit her, then he started to rape Angela. The other two grabbed her, then one man shoved her down onto the mattress beside Angela. He gripped her arm tight behind her back, making her shoulder really hurt! He told her to get on her hands and knees. She did, on one hand, the other still twisting behind her. The man twisting her arm got between her legs back there, then the man let go of her arm. He grabbed one of her hips, then put his penis up to her. She knew it was coming. Angela was getting raped, obviously she would be too. More in shock than anything, she grunted hard when he suddenly pushed himself right into her.
Randy pressed himself to that older girl’s cunt, all lubed up. He put it right against her, then just pushed in hard. It went right in, tight as a motherfucker but he was in her now. She made a loud grunting sound when he pushed in. He felt his dick head touch something. Grabbing both hips, he shoved himself through her young hymen and kept going, way, way into her little pussy. She cried out then, began to struggle, but couldn’t do much to stop him. He started immediately to hump her hard, slamming himself into her again and again, fast, deep, hard. She kept crying out as he slammed into her again and again, while the other girl kept begging for Tyrone to stop.
While Randy fucked the girl from behind, reaching under and grabbing some tit now and then, Jackson got in front of her. He put his junk to her face. Told he to open up. Randy grabbed her hair, yelled at her to open her fucking mouth. When she did, as she was being violently rocked back and forth, Jackson got his dick into her mouth. He felt her tongue on it; He just knelt there, as she was slammed back and forth by Randy, making her mouth go up and down on his own dick. First one to finish, he was next he thought to himself. Sure enough, Tyrone came and Jackson pulled out of the girl’s mouth and went over to the younger one.
Angela could feel when the man came inside her; it oozed out because there was so much and she was so small. Thank God that was over…. Then another man took his place! Angela cried out, putting her hands up.
“No! No! Not again! No! Don’t! No!”
The man had the same crazy mad look on his face like the last man. He pushed his way between her thighs, then pushed his penis into her wet and aching vagina. Again, the stimulation, the pain, only this man went slower, not as rough. He rubbed both her boobs, but not rough like the other man. She hated it, but her nipples were all tingly for sure. So many mixed feelings! This man was just as big as the other man, and every time he went all the way into her, it really hurt bad. She knew he was all the way in; she could feel his crotch hair pressing against her pussy when he did. Over and over, he thrust deep into her, his fat penis head sliding up and down her vagina.
After the three men had fucked the girls once, they sat down on the couch. They made the girls come over, made them start giving them hand jobs and blow jobs. Both girls had to stand in front, bend over, push their tits into the men’s faces. Each man sucked long and hard on each tit. Becky was giving head to Tyrone when Jackson got behind her, made her stand up. Becky was now standing in front of Tyrone, bent over, Tyrone’s cock in her young mouth. Jackson got behind her, forced her legs apart some more, then jammed his dick into her from behind. Tyrone gripped Becky’s head as Jackson pounded her rough, really slamming her butt cheeks hard. Tyrone held her mouth on his cock as Jackson raped her hard. She struggled to breathe; he let her get some air, then back down on his cock. She struggled to stay up, keep her balance as one cock raped her from behind and her mouth moved up and down on another.
Randy made Angela get on top of him; made her put his rock-hard cock into her sore pussy. He didn’t care; she did what she was told or she got punched. Despite the pain, Angela began to move herself up and down, making his penis go in and out. The man kept telling her to go faster. He kept hitting her, saying, “Faster, bitch!” then he’d punch her again. She moved as fast as she could, deciding to just go really fast and maybe he’d finish sooner. She slid up and down as fast and as deep as she could. She gripped him tighter with her pussy lips when she slid up. As she was doing this, the black man was laying there, rubbing her boobs. Angela’s puffy nipples were bigger than she’d ever seen them before. It felt weird how his large hand rubbing her soft bosom actually felt good. She got embarrassed at that, so to make him stop it she slid her own hands up her front, under his hands and over her boobs. She knew she couldn’t just cover them; he’d get mad again. Instead, Angela started to rub her own boobs. She cupped them, squeezed then gently, slowly rubbed her nipples. It was better than having him do it. He came inside her; it ran down and out of her. He forced her head down, making her put it right into her mouth. Big, fat, smelling bad and all slick from her vagina and his cum. He pushed her down on it; it went in a way. She could hardly breathe. Then he’d let her up a little, then down again.
After a few minutes of getting head from the younger girl, Randy got up, pushed her face down and got between her legs. Her pushed her butt cheeks apart, gripped his cock and pressed himself to that cute little asshole of hers. Oh, she fought alright. Screamed, fought hard, she really didn’t want him to fuck her ass. Randy pushed and pushed and then just went right in. Using a lot of force, he kept pushing in slowly, slowly, until his entire cock was balls-deep in her ass. She lay there, mouth open, eyes clench closed, every muscle in her body tense as he started to fuck her in her ass. Back and forth, he went the full length, making this young white girl really cry. He looked over. The other two had the girl Becky on her face now, raping her ass too it sounded like.
The three men had their way with the two white girls until dawn. Then they tied them up, naked, put them in the Yukon. Jackson followed as they drove the stolen Yukon down to the river camp. Many ex-cons who couldn’t make a living camped out here. They parked it, got out, got in Jackson’s car and left. Slowly, men from the camp came over. When they looked inside and found two naked white girls, they went crazy. The girls were raped again and again, until the next day. It took another day before a Park Ranger came across the girls, tied to a tree down by the river.