Ebony Pussyland

She was the only colored girl at my school and pretty much the most popular girl, only being she was the only girl with tits. To me, it was her whole body, her breasts were already DD, but it was the scent and the thought of the feel of her body, what was so seducing about her body was that baby scent she had and that the fact her body was fresh out of puberty, like a glass of fresh water. She was short, not even 5′, maybe thats why her body looked so good, curvacious but slim.

There were only two problems, she knew she drove the boys wild, even the male teachers, she became rather flirty in a raunchy way which she became known as a slut. Problem two, I was shy, I was the quiet one. I was the biggest kid in school as in the tallest, the strongest, I was borderline with the popular crowd, Emily’s group, only becuse none of the older guys could beat me up and feared me when they heard I was after them or even when we met on the courts and fields of various athletic competitions. Oddly enough, if I wouldn’t have dressed in baggy clothes and talked more outgoingly, Emily would have seen that I was muscular and in the end, everything she would’ve lusted for. Since I didn’t, the only time she talked about me, was in her jokes.

Anyways, one long weekend, there was talk of a party at one guys house, routinely enough, I wasn’t invited, but then my friends who ran with that crowd became somewhat pissed I was never invited to these things and pretty much gave me a pity invite. That day, the last school day before the party, the girls spreaded rumors around that Emily said she would fuck anyone and everyone at this party. She wore a skirt into school that day, her legs looked incredible, she played into the rumors the whole day by teasing anyone who would look at her by hiking up her skirt just a little or even bend over to pick up a pencil she so ‘innocently’ dropped.

There was a feeling in the air, when the final bell rang, as I saw her joking, …flirting with some guys as I got on the bus.

“I want to fuck her till she’s screaming” I thought to myself.

It was true, enough is enough, masturbation has lost its fun, its thrill. I want her. I want her rough and raw. It was time for a change.

The next day I awoke in the afternoon, the party started at 8pm. I went into the washroom and stared at myself in the mirror. Thinking about what I thought about the day before, a change. First was my hair, I didn’t cut it the previous summer vacation, so by now it had grown long, past my shoulders, I decided to shave the sides of my head, having somewhat of an under cut look to it. Next I thought, since I was the only kid in school who could grow facial hair, I kept a chin cap goatee as I shaved. Next I decided, clothes that weren’t so baggy. As I was doing this and getting dressed I felt like I was sacrificing something but also I felt born again. Like there was some angst alternative rock song being written around me. I chose a pair of torn jeans, a pair of black boots that I left untied and a plain white shirt.

By this time my ride was knocking at my door, my best friend. He had already picked up my other two, and only other, friends. That feeling was still in the air. We all lived in the country, so for us to take a car and drive along the back roads was common, there we’d usually talk about doing something just to rebel without a cause, to bored to find a cause, so bored in our youth, we were all about to explode, even though my friends ran with the popular crowd, the four of us as a group, I was the unsaid leader.

“I’m going to fuck Emily tonight” I said to them all.

“Looks like we all can get a piece of that ass tonight” my friend Scott said, bursting into a laugh and giving a ‘high five’ to my other friend Alex.

“I’m fucking serious… I’m so fucking sick of her and that act she puts on, like on Thursday” growing in intensity as I spoke “I’m going to take that little fucking slut and fuck her like….” pausing, “I’m going to fucking RAPE that FUCKING WHORE!”

“Holy fuck man..