It's late, the bus is dark and quiet, and you are feeling very alone, trapped at the mercy of this awful stranger. You tried to escape him by climbing over him to the aisle, but now he has you pinned against the back of the seat in front of him, with each of your toned cheerleader legs on one side of his lap. You have next to no leverage, he is much larger than you and your feet barely reach the floor on either side, while the top of the seat ahead is settled firmly under your breasts, bending you forward slightly at the waist as his hands explore your creamy white thighs and your firm but girlish buttocks beneath your miniskirt.
"Damn blondie, you have one hell of a nice body," he whispers as you feel him pull the delicate fabric of your thong panties away from your skin, exposing your warm, moist pussy to the air for the first time. "Bet you love big, black cock, don't you?"
"No mister, I've never had sex before!" you whisper pleadingly, fingers clenching the seat fabric on either side of your breasts desperately. "I'm saving myself for marriage, not for some big negro!" But this only seemed to encourage him as he grips your slim hips firmly, one thumb still hooked in the now-stretched panties, and you feel something pressing against your vagina.
"You so wet girlie, I think you want some negro seed in you tonight," he said, sighing with relief as his massive ebony meatpole slipped slowly but surely between the pink lips and bumped your clitorus, causing you to gasp in surprise and horror.
"Sweet Jesus," you gasp, still the church-girl despite the strange black cock punching through your hymen. "It's really happening, a black cock is fucking me..." you shudder with a strange new sensation, leaving you lightheaded.
He chuckles to himself as he enjoys the feeling of trying to fit inch after inch of african fuckpole in your tight, once-virgin pussy, your gorgeous body completely and submissively obedient as he plunders your most precious treasure without the slightest protest. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard and deep you won't be able to walk right for a week," he tells you, "With any luck you'll end up with a black baby."
He gently rocks you forward and back as he coaxes almost half of the massive phallus into your tiny flower, but your green eyes suddenly fly open as your mind processes the implication. This negro has taken your virginity, and now is going to ruin your life with his love child!
"You... you're fucking me, mister!" you announce, repeating it louder and louder: "He's fucking me! He's fucking me!" Soon people are waking up, wondering about the commotion. "Please mister, don't breed me!"
"Aw, get off me, ya slut," he grumbles disappointedly, shifting his weight slightly, and with a shove knocking you off his shaft with an audible pop and sending you tumbling into the aisles.
A moment later the bus driver is back to help you up and escort you off the bus, where he flags down a vehicle which turns out to be a unmarked police car. You are placed in the back seat for your own safety, and there you watch as he talks to the driver and a few of the other passengers who have also disembarked and are milling around, before a few even simply walk away from the delay.
Finally the officer comes back to the car, opens the door and helps you out. Once the preliminaries are out of the way, he asks you what happened, and you tell him how you were basically raped. Once you tell your version of the story, you are forced to reluctantly confirm that it was you that initiated physical contact by climbing onto his lap, that you remained in position while he entered you, that you didn't immediately cry out, and that eventually when you did it wasn't to say "no", "stop", "help" or "rape", but just that he's fucking you and please not to breed you.
"I didn't know what to do," you protest. "I didn't want to make things worse, like have people think I'm racist." You gulp, noticing that the officer is black, too.
"Well, Stephanie, can you identify the perpetrator?" the cop asked, gesturing at what remained of the crowd, "Because everybody's off the bus at this point."
You look at the crowd, but shake your head and admit that you didn't get a look at him. "But he had a big cock. Huge, and really black, too. It shouldn't have been in my little pussy." You look at him guiltily. "I mean, his huge black cock. Other huge black cocks can fuck me, I guess. I mean, I don't know which ones yet, but I guess now I know I can. Because I did get fucked by a negro already... sorry, I shouldn't say that, I guess..." by this point you're stammering, red-faced, as the cop closes his notebook and raises an eyebrow.
"You know, every weekend I see pretty little white girls come in from their little villages or farms," he scolds you, "and alot of them start crying rape once they start getting fucked by black men, even though odds are that's what they're here for, because they can't get it back home, or it wouldn't be considered proper. But it ends with black men unjustly imprisoned just for doing what comes natural. What we should do is take these hypocritcal bitches who take the cock in one hole and complain about it out of another, and throw them in jail for awhile! Only it should be in the men's jail, so they can feel what rape really is..."
"Please, I don't want to go to jail," you plead, tears now rolling down your face. "I just wanted to visit my brother and his friends!"
"Nah, I'm not going to send you to jail," he assured you, patting you on the head. "You tell me you're not some cracker shrew and I want to believe you. But I am going to note on the police records that you make unfounded complaints against black men, so that other officers don't have to waste their time with you."
"Okay, that's fair," you nod, just eager to try and put this horrible ordeal behind you.
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