Mark Steaver drove north through Washington State. It had been six weeks since he’d been released from prison, the infamous Folsom prison in California. On his first day free, he’d gotten very lucky. He’d overpowered and had his way with a family of four, including eleven-year-old and sixteen-year-old white girls. He’d gotten pictures on the stolen iPhone, uploaded them to a photo site, then tossed the phone in the river. Since then, he’d done nothing but some petty thieving, stealing just enough to get by on. Luxury life indeed! He was angry, for he’d not had any pussy at all since the day he got out. As he jerked off night after night, he fantasized about having money and planning his next sexual fantasy. His black dick was overdue.
In a small town, he’d gone into a supermarket after visiting the local pot store. They were pretty liberal here in Washington; the kid didn’t even care that he’d ‘forgotten’ his driver’s license. This in itself was enough to get him a parole violation, not to mention leaving the state of California. Minor offenses, but when the day comes this will be what he admits to.
In the supermarket, he spotted this younger white girl with an amazing butt, in a pair of tight shorts. She was with her friend or sister, another hottie. He watched them as he pretended to be shopping. One girl had bigger tits; the other was younger it looked like. He guessed they were mid-teens. They were following their mother, doing shopping, seemingly bored to death as they studied their iPhones.
Mark checked out first, went outside and got in his car. He watched until the woman and two girls came out. They walked down to a Jeep Wagoneer, put their groceries in and drove off. Mark followed at a distance. They drove down one highway, then another for a few miles. Suddenly they slowed, turned into a subdivision. He slowed, turned too. He’d lost sight of them, but then came around one corner and saw the car in a driveway, the three women starting to unload it. He noted the address. He noted the back faced the forest. He turned around, counted houses. Fourth from the end. He drove out of the subdivision. He’d go check into a homeless shelter somewhere, giving him an alibi, then come back after dark. The plan was starting to come together.
Mark drove into the city; found the shelter and signed in. After having some free food, he snuck out the back and drove back to the subdivision. He parked on a gravel road about ¼ mile away. He walked through the forest, carrying duct tape and a big tire wrench. He moved quietly along, found the entrance, counted four houses in. He snuck up behind, testing for motion-sensing lights. None came on. He looked around the corner. Sure enough, the Wagoneer sat parked in the driveway. He next moved close to a window, looking in carefully. He saw a couple of cats. Good, no dogs. Cats were not a problem. He found the back door to the garage unlocked. He slowly eased the door open, went in.
As he stood there in the shadows, the door suddenly opened from the house. A man carried a big trash bag, heading to a big trash can in the corner. Mark made his move. He moved up quickly behind the unsuspecting man, slammed the tire wrench hard into the man’s head. He never saw it coming. He let out a grunt, fell down to the concrete. Mark got to work, taping him up, leaving him taped to a lawn mower so he couldn’t get up.
Mark moved to the door. Inside, he saw a foyer and a kitchen. On the left was a dining room. A woman, the mother he’d seen earlier, sat there working on her laptop with her back to him. This was too fucking easy, he thought to himself. He stepped up, the floor creaked just as he was getting close. The lady turned, cried out as he hit her with the tire iron. Luckily, she didn’t fall out of the chair, but she was still conscious. Someone from another room called out, “Mom?” He hit the woman again; she went out. He turned, just as a girl walked up the hallway, saying “Mom?” again. She saw him, shrieked, and tried to run. As she tried, Mark hit her on the back of her head with a glancing blow. She staggered forward, but didn’t go down, stumbling into the living room. Another girl sat in a chair watching tv. She was looking at him now, eyes wide in surprise, then jumping half out of her chair when the man hit her sister again.
Meagan Renee Smithers was seventeen, a senior at the local high school. She was on the varsity cheerleading team, and with her figure you could see why. She stood about 5’9” tall, weighed maybe 125 pounds. She had long blonde hair, very nice long legs, and breasts that were easily a 34C, complete with cleavage to spare. Her sister Malory was two years younger. Figure-wise, she was less like her sister. Her early development was starting to show, more in her hips and her butt, but not so much in her breasts yet. Meagan was way ahead on that front. Still, Meagan found the big boobs more problematic than helpful. Sure, they made all the guys look. Problem was, every guy looked. Kids, old men, any guy with a penis would do a double-take. She didn’t exactly hide them, though. There were still the cute guys her age.
Meagan jumped up when her sister stumbled into the room with a man behind her. The man hit her with a metal rod; Malory went to her knees. Meagan could see blood dripping on the carpet. She didn’t know what to do. What was happening? Who was this man? Why was he hitting her? The man started yelling at her.
“You! Get down on the floor! Now! Get down! Next to your sister there. Go on, down!” The blonde quickly got down trying to keep away from him and checking on her sister’s wound. The blonde kept saying “Oh my God” over and over as she checked on her sister. Mark went to the dining room, came right back dragging their mother with him. He dropped her into a chair, glared at the other two. One was holding her head, blood on her hand. The blonde was holding her, trying to be helpful. He quickly wrapped duct tape around the mother and the chair, securing her in it well enough. He kept slapping her, telling her to wake up. Slowly, she started to come around.
Next, Mark grabbed the younger brunette. She seemed like she was in her early teens. He taped her ankles together as her older sister tried to stop him. He held the tire iron up, threatening the older girl with it.
“You sit there and keep your fucking hands to yourself or I’ll beat the ever-lovin’ shit out of you!” he screamed at her. Meagan moved back when she thought he was about to hit her. She started just begging him to leave them alone, pleading with him as she started crying big tears. The man just ignored her. He taped Malory’s feet together, then her little hands. He roughly threw her on the couch, told her to pay attention. She was next.
The man turned around to Meagan, rage in his eyes, along with a sick, perverted grin. He didn’t hesitate; he pounced right on her. He grabbed her, threw her down on the floor between her mom and her sister. He reached over and slapped her mom a couple of more times, yelling for her to wake up and watch. Her mom suddenly opened her eyes, looking around, tried to talk but her mouth was taped closed. Meagan watched as the man tore into her. He got on top of her, sitting on her stomach. He punched her once, hard in her upper abdomen. Meagan gasped for air, momentarily unable to breathe. His powerful hands grabbed her shirt, pulled it violently off of her over her head. He grabbed her bra, ripped it apart, tearing the front clip. He jerked hard on it until that too came off of her. Her breasts were free and moving all around as she lay on her back, this stranger assaulting her still. Meagan kept trying to grab the man’s hands to stop him, but she couldn’t even begin to. She used one hand to push on him; the other hand to try and cover her big boobs. She noticed the man was black, younger; very strong, lots of tattoos. He smelled gross. The man grabbed her shorts, then just yanked them roughly down to her knees. He grabbed her panties; tore them, pulling them down to her knees too. Then he pulled everything off of her. He quickly jumped back on top of her now-naked body, putting as much of her right breast into his mouth as he could. He sucked very hard on it, his tongue squirming all over her nipple. He moved to the other breast, did the same. It really hurt when he did it so rough. Meagan lay there, seeing her mom struggling and hearing her sister pleaded again and again for the man to stop.
Mark grabbed his sweat pants and pulled them off. No underwear, just one big black dick. He grabbed it, leaned up, put it between her teenage tits. He rubbed it around in the white girl cleavage. He asked her if she’d ever had nigger cock. She just stared past him at the ceiling, trying to cover herself. Mark made the girl stick out her tongue; made her lick the bottom of his cock as he dragged it across her face slowly. Again and again, he made her keep her tongue on it, spitting often. He got bigger, harder quickly. He told her to spit on it and made her hold it, start jerking him off. She did, reluctantly, but it was better than licking it. Fucking young white girls was the best revenge against those fucking whities.
Malory lay on the couch, her head still throbbing from being hit by the tire iron. She had to keep watching the man rape her sister, or he would swing the rod at her if she ever looked away or closed her eyes. He rubbed his penis on her sister’s breasts, then her face. She had to lick it with her tongue. It looked so gross. It also looked freaking huge! Humongous! She’d seen her dad once in the shower by accident years ago, but this man’s thing was enormous. Meagan had to rub her hands on it now. Malory could see that her older sister could barely reach around it with her fingers. The man moved down more. She guessed he was going to rape her vagina now. Malory kept pleading, telling him stop, to leave her sister alone.
Mark pushed the teen’s legs apart. He pushed one leg up, grabbed his dick with his other hand and put it to her little cunt, searching for that pussy. She had only some hair; it wasn’t hard to find. He pressed himself into her. He didn’t feel a hymen as he went it. Oh, she cried out a lot as he pushed into her; but he could tell she wasn’t no virgin. Still, she was very tight. He pushed and pushed till he couldn’t hardly go anymore. He let go of her leg, forced her thighs wider with his knees, then started slamming his incredibly rock-hard dick into her again and again. Her body slammed back and forth as he did her, her tits bouncing around as he held her arms out. Again and again, he fucked that little white girl pussy but good. He paused just long enough to grab his cell phone and start recording. He got some great shots on video of his dick slamming balls deep into her; her body bouncing around. Her tits got several extreme close-up shots. He slammed her hard, over and over, yelling at her sister to keep watching. He made rude comments to the mother.
“Check it out, lady! I’m fucking your little girl! Yee ha! Take it, bitch! She likes it, lady. Your daughter likes my big, black cock in her pussy. Oh yeah, she ain’t no virgin, either. I ain’t the first niggah had this bitch!”
Mark raped Meagan for a long time, pounding her teenage pussy deep and hard. When he finally came, he shot all of his cum deep into her, then made her suck him off until he was fully erect again. He played hard with those nice titties of hers as she did. When he was hard enough again, he taped her hands and feet, then turned to Malory. Malory lay on the couch, looking terrified. When he reached down and grabbed her, she cried out and struggled a lot. She kept saying “No! No! No!” but he dragged her to the middle of the room, then proceeded to assault the girl, ripping her clothes off. The shirt went first. She wore no bra; her just-developing tits just starting to show. Mark pulled her shorts and panties off. Her little cunt was without any hair. She kept thrashing about, legs kicking and arms grabbing and pushing. Suddenly, Mark got very aggravated with her constant struggling. As he sat on top of her, he began punching her head, first one side, then the other. Again and again, he punched her. When he finally stopped, she was quite battered, bruised and barely coherent. Her older sister lay on the floor nearby, crying but only making mumbling sounds behind the tape. Her mother was livid. She was really fighting to get free, but she was too well taped into the chair. He grabbed the naked girl, dragged her over to her mother. He made her get on her knees, then made her spit on his cock and lick it all over. She did this, in front of her mother, until he was ready. He made her stand, bend over and put her face in her mother’s lap. Mark got behind her, forced her legs apart, then jammed his wet cock into her fifteen-year-old pussy. Her pussy lips slowly spread; she really cried out then. This one was definitely a virgin. He kept pushing; she kept trying to stop the pain by moving, but being so beaten up made her stumble, uncoordinated; lose her focus.
Once the man was inside her a way, Malory felt him start moving back and forth. Her vagina hurt like mad; the penis moving inside it was painful beyond belief. That same enormous thing she’d seen earlier, then had to lick it everywhere. It had this huge head on it; a big flared thing. She could feel every bit of the head as it slid inside her. It was very painful, yet just a little stimulating. As she got stimulated, her vagina made juice and the man moved easier in her. It still hurt like mad, but not quite as much as it first had. He gripped her hips, pushing back and forth into her, causing her pussy lips and her vagina to become almost numb. Harder and harder he slammed into her, until she felt his pubic hair pressing against her butt when he thrust in. In her dazed and confused state, she stood there, bent over, as the man just went on and on having sex with her. She could barely think, just wishing it would end soon. It would not.
Once he’d finished fucking her tight little girl pussy, he quickly moved to her asshole. She clenched tight, but a few more fists into her back made her loosen up just enough to push into her hole. She screamed pretty good when he did; it probably hurt like crazy. The sound of the white girl crying and screaming in pain only got him more excited. He began to quickly slam back and forth into her ass, pounding it deep, fast and hard. Every thrust made those ass cheeks wiggle. She grunted a lot, making these crazy sounds as he worked himself in and out of that tight ass of hers. Such a young, small girl; such a cute, tight ass. It only made him go faster and harder. She kept crying, pleading with him, even telling her mother to “…make him stop!” He surprised even himself when he fucked that little girl ass for almost 30 minutes. When he finally did cum, he switched to her pussy first and pounded it really hard until he’d shot every drop of cum into her. Ha, pregnant for sure.
Mark taped her up. He left them all taped up and simply walked out. Eventually one got free, released the others. Police were called. Descriptions given. A neighbor saw Mark run from the house, jump into his car and race off. He gave a description to the police. Shortly after, he was spotted. After a long high-speed chase, his car was disabled and he came out fighting. He got off two shots before a hail of police gunfire took Mark off the streets for good.