Black N White: Adult Erotic Novel

Adult Erotica

All of my resolve about screaming for help and fighting back against these boys was suddenly forgotten. For some reason I just couldn't bring myself do it.

Tyrell reached out, confident that I wouldn't resist. He spread my blouse open, revealing my breasts. He stared for a moment and then he took one of my nipples in each hand and squeezed. I gasped in pain and my hands went to his wrists reflexively.

He quietly but firmly said, "Put your arms down, cunt. You know better than that."

I sobbed and shook my head in a silent plea for mercy. But I lowered my arms to my sides. He never stopped squeezing my nipples. The problem was, it hurt. But it felt so damned good! I felt shocks of pleasure travel from my nipples to my crotch each time he squeezed and pulled. My traitorous body was betraying me again.

I heard noises and I opened my eyes to see Jamal standing beside us. He was grinning. But the look in his eyes was cold, cruel. I heard the door close. I turned to see that the rest of his gang was here now, too.

Jamal moved behind me and pressed his large body against mine. He spoke quietly in my ear. "Are you cheating on me with my best friend, cunt? Damn! I thought you were a good girl. I don't know what to do, Alice. I am really hurt. I leave you alone for a few hours and the next thing I know you are showing your tits to my friends and just acting like a slut. Is your pussy all wet again? Did you get all turned on showing Tyrell your tits?"

I managed to choke out a reply. "No. Please, leave me alone. I'm not turned on. I just want to go home!"

Jamal leaned down, kissed my neck and said, "I'll make you a deal, Alice. I'm a fair man. If your pussy isn't wet then we'll all walk out of here and leave you alone. But if your pussy is wet then I'm going to have to do something about this slutty behavior of yours."

I was so scared that I thought I was going to faint. I knew for a fact that my pussy was betraying me. I don't know why my body was reacting this way. I am not the kind of girl that has kinky fantasies of having sex with black people or being molested in public or gang banged. I am a conservative, rather uptight person. I didn't intend to be intimate with another until I fell in love and was in a committed relationship. Now, here I was being assaulted for the third time, and I knew that my pussy was leaking. What the hell was wrong with me?