Jen's Road to Blac Awaening

Jen couldn't believe it; once again the new neighbor was playing that god awful rap music way to loud and it was 8pm on top of that. Way too late for loud music, especially that kind. Not only was it loud, but it was uncensored as well and she was appalled at the language being used. This was just one more thing on her list of "new neighbor complaints" that she has been accumulating for the last month. Some of the other things on her list were:

1) Every time she went out on her upper deck in the back yard he was constantly staring at her. If she wore her bikini to tan, he would openly "fondle" himself while ogling her body.

2) He was just plain rude to everyone in the neighborhood. He did not speak, wave or make any sort of attempt to socialize with anyone. Being the only black person in the community you would think he would make some sort of attempt to fit in.

Since this was a gated community with its own security patrols, she was tempted to call and make a complaint. But she didn't like confrontation, and was afraid the new neighbor would know she was the one to call. The other option would be to wait till her husband returned from his business trip and let him handle it. But that was a week away and she didn't know if she could go that long. With her nerves on edge, she decided a long hot bath and a glass or two of wine was in order.

With the water running, Jen undressed and sipped on her wine. At 35 yrs old, 5'2" and 120lbs she couldn't help but admire her own body. She didn't care for her hips that much though, they flared out too much. Coupled with her small waist and 34c cup breasts she had and exaggerated hour glass shape. Her husband constantly told her she had an absolutely perfect body, but Jen read all the popular woman's magazines and most of those girls did not have hips like hers, or her ass. Big hips and ass or not, she was in fantastic shape, very little fat, perfectly toned muscles and skin as smooth as a babies. Top it off with long brunette hair, hazel brown eyes and it was a knockout package. Not quite perfect in her eyes, but she made sure to keep what god gave her in the best shape it could be in. Since her workout equipment was out on the upper deck, she had let her routine slip a little over the last couple weeks. The slippage was mainly because of the new neighbor and his blatant unwanted attention whenever she was outside. She decided she would get back to her routine; she would just have to make some changes.

Bath over and feeling a little better, if not a little tipsy from the full bottle of wine she drank, Jen settled into her bed to relax. She couldn't however, because she could still hear that damned foul-mouthed music. Looking at the clock, it was now nearly 10pm. "That's it "she thought, "I'm calling security". After placing the call she put on her robe and went to the room near the back of the house that had a window that looked out over toward the bastards house so she could see him get confronted by security. After waiting about 10 minutes a security cruiser pulls up to his house and the officer gets out. She recognized the officer, it was Mrs. Garret or for friends, Melanie. Melanie walked up to the door and knocked and after waiting a few minutes it opened. They spoke for a few minutes, and things seemed to be going smoothly when it became clear that Melanie was becoming suspicious of something going on inside the house. After Melanie stepped inside, Jen lost her visual contact and hustled to another window to see if she could see inside the house. After 10 or 15 minutes, she noticed a faint light in the kitchen area. She strained to see if she could see her friend but it was not enough light. She could see movement but just could not make out any definition. After 30 minutes, she checked the original window and the security car was still there. Now she was afraid for her friend, and decided she should do something. Maybe it was the wine, or just fear for her friend, but Jen got dressed and hurried over to the house and knocked on the door. This would prove to be a moment that would change her life.

The door opened and there stood the arrogant asshole. She recognized him as the rude man that kept staring at her day after day. He stood there for a couple minutes and made no effort to hide his eyes roaming all over her body, with that stupid grin on his face. He was wearing loose fitting sweat pants and no shirt. Jen could smell the super strong odor of marijuana and something else that she could not put her finger on. Now that she was here, face to face with him, she froze; she could not make her mouth work. Finally she blurted out "I noticed Mrs. Garret's car here and I wanted to ask a favor of her". He didn't speak a word, only stepped aside and gestured for her to come in. Jen was unsure what to do now, she had assumed Melanie would come to the door or be in the living room or something. Going into the house had not been something she had thought of, but if her friend was in trouble she had to help. If it had not been for her call, Melanie would not be in trouble. After a few seconds of indecision, Jen stepped inside.

As she followed him down a hallway, she took a closer look at him. He was tall, easily 6ft and he was bald. She knew this already from seeing him from her deck, but now she was standing close to him and it was intimidating. His body, what she could see of it was well muscled and his skin was dark brown. The little voice in her head screaming that what she was doing was not safe prompted her to try and keep track of her position in the house. She figured they must be heading toward the kitchen, a fact that proved to be true. However, Jen was not prepared for what she saw when she turned to corner and walked thru the doorway. She had found Melanie, and it became clear why she had not come to the door.

Melanie was on her stomach, naked and tied to the kitchen table spread eagle. She had a pillow under hips and duct tape on her mouth. Jen could not believe it! She started over to her friend but was held up by a strong hand grabbing her arm. He dragged her over to a chair that was off to the side of the table and tied her to it, all without saying as much as a single word. Then he left the way he came in after stopping at Melanie's clothes and grabbing her keys. "OH MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?" thought Jen. This was all her fault, if she hadn't called, none of this would be happening. She looked at her friend and saw the fear in her eyes and Jen's fear doubled. Looking closer at her friend she noticed the smudged makeup, and the small puddle of liquid on the floor directly beneath Melanie's head. The significance of the puddle became evident when her captor returned and walked over to Melanie's head and pulled down his sweatpants. Jen could not believe what she was looking at and she just stared open mouthed. It was the biggest dick she had ever seen in her life. Oh she had heard the rumors about black men, but just put them down to exaggerations. Yet here one was and it was huge, easily 8 inches long and very thick, and it was not even hard yet. Jen could see moisture on it, and that's when everything came together, the smudged makeup, the puddle... he was forcing Melanie to suck his dick. Jen's heart began beating hard, her breath quickened..."They were going to be raped" she thought. She tried to scream but with the music playing so loud she doubted anyone would hear her. Apparently he had done something with the cruiser as well so until the dayshift officer came in, no one was going to come looking for the Melanie, and subsequently her either.

Jen just stared in disbelief as the their captor took his pants completely off, stood in front of Melanie and slowly jacked himself while smoking what looked to Jen like a cigar except it smelled like marijuana. As he stroked his ever growing dick, he would occasionally slap Melanie across her cheek with the head and laugh. Finally, when it was about ¾ hard, he grabbed a tube of something and spread its contents all over the head of his dick, grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her head up at the same time ripping the duct tape off Melanie's mouth. Melanie's mouth opened in a scream and was immediately silenced by the big black dick. The table put her mouth at the perfect height for this oral assault, with her head pulled back like it was he had her mouth and throat aligned perfectly and he took full advantage of this. The first stroke put 2 inches into her mouth, but he didn't pull back, he just kept pushing forward till another 2 inches disappeared. At that point he just held it there, looked over at Jen and just smiled and took another puff of his "cigar". Jen looked at her friend and could see her eyes watering; she could see her struggling to breathe and more and more saliva starting to leak around the edges of the thick black cock. Looking on the floor she saw the saliva puddle and off to the side lay the tube he had just used. It was a tube of oral gel. Jen could not understand the need for it; or rather that someone would actually do something like that. She was jolted out of her thoughts by the first words their captor spoke..."OH FUCK YEA BITCH".

When Jen looked back to her friends face, she was once again speechless. He was holding Melanie by her hair with both hands and was fucking her face like a man fucks a pussy. Saliva was coating the huge cock in a thick layer and dripping on the floor. But what really held Jen speechless was the fact that he was pushing at least 8 inches of cock into Melanie's mouth. How her mouth could even stretch that far was miracle in Jen's mind, let alone how in the world that much cock could fit in her mouth. Then Jen realized what was going on, he was shoving his cock down her throat. Jen could not believe it, her friend (and possibly herself as well) were going to be raped all because she couldn't handle a little loud music. At this very moment Melanie had ¾ of this man's cock pounding in and out of her mouth and it seemed he was determined to get the last ¼ in there as well. Tears streamed down her face, and saliva poured out of her mouth, all while he power fucked her face for the next 15 or 20 minutes.

Jen looked closer at her friend, trying to make eye contact, but Melanie's eyes were locked on the black man's face. Jen couldn't tell for sure, but it almost looked like her friend was looking at him with something other than fear or hatred. When she noticed he had slowed his pace, she dropped her gaze to Melanie's mouth she saw that only a little of the massive cock was left outside of the mouth it was fucking. One more stroke and he would have the whole thing down Melanie's throat. Jen watched as he slowly pulled inch after saliva coated inch out of her friend's mouth. Jen couldn't help but think of the little clown car in the circus, where clown after clown gets out of a car that is only big enough for one. Impossibly, Inch after inch pulled out of Melanie's mouth until only the head remained and 11 inches of rock hard cock was poised to slam back in, when nothing else happened Jen looked up and saw he was looking directly at her. He simply mouthed the words..."You're next" and returned his attention to Melanie. Jen looked to Melanie and saw her struggling to breathe, chocking and gagging a little. Saliva drooled from sill between her tightly stretched lips and the cock head and her eyes were still locked on his face.

Jen became aware of something going on with her own body when she tried to struggle free of her bonds. She was wet, soaking wet to be exact. How she had not noticed before now she couldn't guess. Maybe it was the fact she was so riveted to what is happening in front of her, or maybe the wine, or maybe it was from inhaling all this smoke and she had a contact high. She didn't know for sure. She only knew her pussy was soaking wet, and now that she noticed she couldn't stop thinking about it. Why would this turn her on? Why would, what amounts to rape, make her body react this way? She was snapped out of her reverie when the current song ended and she could now clearly hear the slurping, gagging and grunting that came with the face fucking Melanie was receiving as the man brutally pounded her wide stretched mouth. All 12 inches were slamming into her throat and Jen was mesmerized. "It just is not possible" thought Jen.

Just when she thought he could not fuck his cock into Melanie's mouth any harder, he picked up the pace. The music had not started again, and Jen could hear him clearly now....

"You uppity bitch, look at you now...ugh...ugh...ugh... that's it bitch take that cock. Come...ugh...over...ugh...here...ugh...talking all that shit... ugh...ugh...ugh. You mine now bitch, you hear me..." All while mercilessly pounding all of his cock down her throat until he tipped his head back slammed his hips forward and roared "FUCK YEA BITCH TAKE MY NUT!" Jen was stunned yet again, she could see his cock flexing, could see Melanie's eyes rolling back in her head. He was buried to the hilt and he was Cumming, it had to be going straight to her stomach. She could also see something else, Melanie's toes were curled up, her body was shaking and it was covered in sweat. If Jen didn't know any better, Melanie had just had an orgasm while he was pumping her stomach full of cum. Jen wondered how any woman would enjoy such treatment. The second that thought formed however, she was reminded by her own pulsating, flooded pussy that it was indeed possible.