Marcus Risen was a young black man, trying to survive in the city’s ghetto district. Life was hard. He worked for Darnel, one of the guys who ran the different “businesses” in the hood. Everyone worked for someone here. Marcus had been teamed up with Jimi, and the two of them specialized in home robberies. They were good at finding empty homes, getting in and stealing valuables. They were quick to leave, too, which is probably why they were so successful. City homes had jewelry. Country homes had guns.
On this night, they were in a newer subdivision on the other side of the city. They cruised around, found a home with no lights on at 7:30 PM. A large pond was behind the house. They parked the stolen minivan, crept across near the pond and went up by the house. Marcus stared inside, finally getting a view of the front entrance. “I don’t see any alarm pad by the door,” he said. Jimi tried the window. It slid open a little. He paused. No alarm. He slid it open more. Not a sound. The place seemed empty. They first crept through the downstairs looking for occupants. If they found any, they’d leave quick. But this place was empty. Upstairs, empty too. They started looting the bedrooms, stuffing things into pillow cases. They went down the stairs, then the doorbell rang. Both men froze.
Stephanie Lockwood was a Senior Girl Scout at the age of fifteen. She was supposed to meet her friend Susan at 7:45 to go teach painting to some junior girl scouts. She got to their door at 7:45 PM, noticing the lights were all off in front. They must be in the back. She rang the doorbell. It made these loud ding-dong sounds, like a chapel or something. She waited, then waited some more. She was about to ring the church bells again when the door suddenly opened. No one was there, but a man in the shadows to one side said, “Come on in, they’re in back.” A little unsure, Stephanie gingerly stepped in. She’d been here many times before, so she started to go down the hallway, which was totally dark. She stopped, waiting for someone to turn on a light.
Marcus and Jimi had looked out the side windows and seen the little white girl. Who she was, they had no idea. But she didn’t live here if she rang the bell. She was alone. Jimi said, “Come on, why not? We’ve only been here ten minutes. What’s ten more minutes?”
Marcus, acting on 19-year-old impulse, said, “Fuck it. Ok, you go first, I’ll check the downstairs. Then my turn. Go on, just open it. Stay out of sight…”
Jimi opened the door, staying behind it. Marcus stood on the other side, out of sight. He said, all friendly-like, “Come on in! They’re in the back.” The girl stepped in slowly, took a few steps, the stopped. She was maybe 4’ 10” tall. Thin, long, straight brown hair. She had these nice titties, he wasn’t sure how big, but she looked young in the darkness. Jimi closed the door behind her. She turned, then Jimi grabbed her, covering her mouth and dragging her quickly upstairs. It took some effort; she was struggling quite a bit. Jimi kept saying angrily, “Move it, bitch! Move it! Move your sweet little ass, girl! Move!” He kept yanking her, keeping her off balance. Marcus saw he was handling her well enough, so he began searching the downstairs. He could hear the girl trying to scream, all the commotion upstairs. He heard Jimi punch her a few times. She quieted down to some muffled crying. Jimi was always yelling at her.
“I said shut the fuck up! You keep your motherfuckin’ mouth closed, girl! Less I tells you to open it! Then you gonna suck my dick, you hear me?! Get on that fucking bed, bitch!” Marcus could hear the girl whimpering, crying. He couldn’t hardly wait for his turn. He had to focus hard to properly search the downstairs quickly.
Jimi threw the girl onto the bed. He climbed immediately on top of her, always talking, always yelling at her. He grabbed her blouse, roughly tore it open. It was a heavier material, but the best part was what was underneath. She had no bra on, and holy fucking shit, she had some really nice tits! Maybe the big, brown nipples made them look bigger, but damn. As he continued to tear the blouse from her, he demanded her age. He gripped her neck tight, strangling her, demanding an answer, then letting her speak. “Fifteen…” she said. Jimi didn’t waste any time. He hit her a couple of more times as he tore open her jeans and yanked them, and her panties too, down and off of her. He shoved her legs apart, pushed in between her knees. Man, this young white girl was small. Very short, very sexy long hair though. A small bush of brown hair between her legs, and those awesome tits. He pulled his gym pants down, grabbing his now hard cock out with his fist and putting it right to her little pussy. He struggled with her legs with the other hand, hitting her two more times. Shit, don’t beat her up too bad. Marcus don’t want no beat-up piece of white trash. He concentrated on finding that little virgin hole of hers. He pushed around, used his finger to find it, guide himself into it. She was hardly wet at all. He was still dry. He pressed in, just increasing the pressure without moving in any. Suddenly, he felt her pussy lips slip aside, around the head of his cock. She tensed up even more, cried out, sobbing, trying not to make noise and get hit again. His dick, now began to slowly creep into her. He kept pushing as she struggled, her little legs kicking all over the place. He used his arms to wrap around her upper thighs, holding that pussy still while he slowly, slowly pushed into her. And Jimi could go in a long way. While most black man do enjoy an above-average dick size, Jimi had a dick that was large even by black standards. Stripping the young white teen, seeing her naked body, those tits of hers. His cock was rock-fucking hard now. Half way in, he started to fuck her with short, very hard thrusts. He kept saying, “Yeah, take it, bitch! Take it! Take it!” It was getting wet inside her now, either from her pussy or bleeding, he was getting a faster rhythm going now for sure. Deeper into her he went. Her eyes were just staring up, wide in shock, as he repeatedly thrust himself into her over and over again. Her whole body rocked violently. He watched her tits bouncing as he did her. He gripped one with a hand, gripping it very tight. His attack on her was violent, brutal, with no mercy shown. When he finally did come in her, it came out all over, her pussy size no match for the quantity of his cum.
Jimi got up, called out “Yo!” to Marcus. Marcus ran up the stairs. “I got the stuff on the table by the window.” He looked at the terrified young white girl. “I won’t be long,” he grinned. Jimi let go of the girl, said “She’s fifteen, bro,” and ran downstairs. Marcus stood there watching the girl, pulling his pants down. She lay on the bed, trying to cover herself while gripping her incredibly painful vagina. Her tits bulged out around her small arm and hand. As soon as he had his cock out, he moved toward the girl. He forced her legs apart, angrily threatening her as he did.
“Spread those legs, girl! Fucking whitey, you do what I say or I’ll fuck you up really bad! Fucking bitch! (Slap!) Spread them legs, girl!” Marcus punched her leg, then pushed her thighs apart, seeing her little virgin pussy bleeding and wet. You could tell Jimi had punched her several times; she had several bruises on her little body now. She hardly moved; her body hurt so much. He pressed his dick-head to her little cunt, pushed in. She gasped loudly, tensed and jumped, but in he went. As soon as he was in her, he immediately got up over her and began to roughly rape the girl. He slammed his cock deep into her, faster and faster, harder, bruising her entire crotch. Again and again, he hammered his black dick back and forth in her. He grabbed both her tits with his two hands; squeezed them tight as he kept pounding into her with his huge black cock. He came pretty quick, but he was still hard, and still very worked up, so he just kept right on pounding the shit out of that little white pussy of hers.
When Marcus came a second time, he jumped up, pulled his pants up, ran downstairs. Jimi had the goods outside already. They grabbed up the three bags and sprinted by the pond to the car. Jimi was disappointed. “Fuck, I should have used the camera, made a video. Fuck!” Marcus couldn’t help thinking of those two luscious tits in his hands. He squeezed the steering wheel tighter. He figured he’d just have to do that again. Soon. Fucking young white girls was a real addiction.