Author Note:
I must admit that I'm a little confused by the comments from the first story in this storyline. The ratings were the lowest for any story I've written, but it has twice as many favorites as my next highest story, which I think tells me a lot of people like it a lot and a lot hated it a lot. To those who didn't like it, I'm sorry you were not entertained.
To those who found the story full of "racist crap," this is a story entitled "Black World Order" in the Interracial category; I'm sorry, but what exactly were you expecting? If you didn't like it before, there's only more of it in this chapter, so please do not waste your time if it's not your thing.
Lastly, there is a retelling of a fictional rape in this chapter; I understand some people's sensitivity to this sort of thing so I caution the reader about it now.
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Erica sat there in stunned silence. It took a minute to fully comprehend what was happening, but she still could not even attempt to understand it. Then she remembered the ejaculate in her mouth, and she swallowed it down.
"Look what we have here!" exclaimed Adri. "First time she sees Jamal's cock, and she's already swallowing his jizz."
"No, that's not it; I only..."
"Hey bitch, don't keep it all for yourself; share the wealth!" Sarah shouted as she leaned towards the front of the car, ran her finger along Adri's still cum-streaked face, and slowly licked it all into her mouth, savoring its flavor. Her eyes still closed, a satisfied look took over her face, as if she just finished a fine French meal.
Erica's concerned only grew as she witnessed this all. She knew it was a mistake to agree to go to the Shore with a bunch of people she had just met; she agreed anyway. She knew it was a mistake to go clothes shopping with someone she barely knew; she went anyway. She knew it was a mistake to get into a cramped car with relative strangers, she got in anyway. Now she wondered two things, first, how many more mistakes was she going to make as her new self this weekend, and two, was there even a way to stop making the mistakes? She was essentially trapped in the car, completely at the mercy of the driver and the other passengers, who all seemed to be controlled/addicted/enslaved, she didn't know, by some black man with she thought to be a large phallus. To be honest, she wasn't really sure how big he was compared to other phalluses because this was the first one she had seen in real life.
"Hey Erica, you ok?" asked Adri, who had grown concerned by the prolonged silence from her new friend.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just still getting used to everything that just happened."
Adri laughed. "I suppose it might be a shock to someone new to our group, but this is pretty normal for us. Jamal fucks me and Sarah pretty regularly. He takes whatever hole of ours he desires, and we give it to him whenever and however he wants it because there is no more amazing feeling than being ruthlessly fucked by a nigger."
Both Sarah and Adri moaned. Erica's face couldn't hide her distaste for the "N word"; she scowled.
"She's right," Sarah chimed in. "I'm not bi like Adri or anything, but I love me some nigger dick. It's not racism or anything either; it's just natural selection, especially here in America. It was survival of the fittest on those slave ships and then out in the plantation fields. They had to be strong, virile, and smart to survive, and so then their children also bore those traits of strength, intelligence, and virility. So don't you see? The blacks in America are direct descendants of those slaves, those fittest to survive. And now it's just nature taking over, willing all women to be with men who are the fittest. Plus yeah, Jamal fucks like a beast, and it's amazing!"
The whole car laughed, including Mattie, but not Erica. She was still soaking it all in. As a scientist, natural selection was the way of the world, but it had exclusively been applied to animal species. But when people try to apply it modern human civilization, it always seemed to be hate-filled speech about killing off the physically and mentally handicapped or something. But Sarah didn't talk with hate. It was scientific, it was matter of fact, it was calm and presented in an educated manner. But surely, there was a counterpoint to this theory; she would think about this more.
"But wait, Mattie, how... why are you and Adri together?"
"We dated all through high school," Mattie responded. "We were friends in middle school and started to date Freshman year in high school; I was Matthew or Matt back then. We fell in love, and the night after junior prom, we lost our virginities to each other at Adri's parent's house on the Cape. Then senior year came. Adri was on the cheerleading squad and was at our game against Camden Central. Jamal was the star safety for Central and saw Adri on the sidelines. After the game, he tracked down Adri, walked with her until they got under the bleachers, then Jamal forced her up against the stands and tore off her uniform."
As Mattie continued the story, Adri opened her legs and began to play with herself, and Erica felt Mattie's tiny cock throb, even if slightly.
"Jamal pulled out his massive black cock and fucked Adri's tiny Lebanese cunt raw. After he came deep inside her, he grabbed her phone from the pocket of the torn uniform, typed in his number, and tossed it at her, leaving her all alone. She came to me first. She was crying, sobbing really, just looking for some comfort from me. She was ashamed, ashamed for so many reasons. She was raped, and she couldn't shake that shame. She felt like she betrayed me, betrayed us and our relationship. But then came the kicker."
Mattie's breaths grew shallow and quickened; Adri began to moan from the front seat.
"She told me she liked it. She was most ashamed because she liked it. She said Jamal was so much bigger than me, fucked better than me; he reached and electrified places I never could, and it made her feel more alive than ever before. She was ashamed because she thought she had become a slut, and worse, she liked it. I saw the look in her eyes; it wasn't shame, it was a mix of fear... and hunger. I told her it was all right; it wasn't her fault. That we should go to the police, but she didn't want it to get out. So I said we should confront him, and I would beat the ever living shit out of him for hurting my girl. Adri smiled, kissed me, and fell asleep in my arms that night; that was the last night we shared a bed. The next morning, Adri went into another room, called Jamal, and set up the meeting that night at Adri's house. When Jamal showed up, I was ready and determined to let him leave her house within only an inch of his life, but I never even got a chance to start."
"Hey whiteboi," Jamal said as he walked in. "Heard to wanted to beat me up, huh? Didn't like what I did to your girl, huh?" I shook my head 'no' and began to speak but was quickly cut off. "She ain't your girl no more, got it boi? She's mine." Jamal reached over to Adri and pulled her in for a rough kiss, and I stood helpless as I watch Adri melt into Jamal's body. I watched Jamal grab Adri's ass with one hand and maul her tit with the other; Adri moaned at his manipulations. "Bitch, strip and get on your knees, your training as my slut begins now." At his command, Adri dropped to her knees, naked as when we first made love. Jamal fished out his enormous cock and stuffed it into Adri's mouth and she greedily began to service him. "You should know, boi, that when Adri called me, she really did want you to bash my brains in, but I reminded her what I did for her. You see whiteboi, once a white girl gets her first nigga dick, she realizes that her whole life has been empty, and it needs a big black cock to fill that empty space. She knew deep inside her that I was right, and that call quickly changed from you fucking me over to me fucking her over... and over and over."
"Adri! Stop this; you're confused and hurt! You don't know how to react to what happened with this monster, no one would, but you need to stop, we need to go to the cops." Adri, looked up to Jamal without pausing her pleasuring his cock."
"Go ahead, you can talk," said Jamal authoritatively.
"Adri removed the black monster from her mouth. "Mattie, can I call you that now, Mattie?" she giggled. "Mattie, don't worry, I still love you. You're still my boyfriend and maybe even more in time. But I'm Jamal's now. He was right; he made me feels things I never felt with you, carnal things, things that made me feel alive and free. I liked those things, and those things come from thick big nigger dicks." Adri giggled again, "Can I use the 'n word' sir?"