The following story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
"You," the thick black girl states as she walks up to me as I'm sitting at this table. It's not a greeting but an accusation. Her voice is very tense as she says this, as if I'm included in some drama that is currently ongoing, even if I've never seen her before.
"I'm sorry?" I ask the girl who looks to be the same age as me, eighteen. I'm currently sitting at a table in the school library, trying to read about the War of 1812 as this is Study Hall class. Despite reading the same paragraph a few times, the info just isn't staying in my brain. I mean, it's only twenty minutes till the last bell of the school day, so it's hard to focus. I think I've learned more about the office chair I'm sitting in as I keep adjusting all the settings as it proves to be more fun than the textbook.
"You're Evan," the thick black girl states my name, again making this a statement and not a question. I keep looking up at her, but then glance around to make sure this isn't an ambush situation. That since my attention is on her someone isn't about to attack me from behind or something. But after looking around, I find that I'm alone, well, for the most part. There's people all over the library, but no one is looking at what is happening here.
"I am," I tell the girl, not sure if she is expecting me to be surprised that she knows who I am. After all, I'm the only white guy in this school. I tend to stick out.
"Come on," the girl says as a demand, motioning for me to follow her. She even starts to walk off as if expecting me to leap to my feet and do as she wants.
When she does this I take a moment to look at what she's wearing on her thick frame. She has on a jean jacket that covers what looks like an orange tube top. Or maybe it's a tank top. I can't tell because of the jacket. But she does wear a short jean skirt that matches her jacket.
"Excuse me?" I ask her, trying to be polite despite the weirdness of this situation. I stay as I am, sitting at this table with my textbook open in front of me, showing I'm not going anywhere just because she told me to.
Whomever the girl is, sighs heavily at this, as if I'm too stupid to understand what's happening here. This seems to make her even more upset, but I can tell she's not really upset with me. She's upset at something else.
"Look white boy, get ya ass up and follow me," the girl says walking back to the table. When she does this, she stares directly at me as if trying to intimidate me to do as she wants.
"Mind if I ask why?" I ask, becoming rather amused by this weird series of events. It beats reading a boring textbook that's for sure.
"Because I want you to fuck me," the girl says, stunning me. Of all the things I was expecting her to say, that wasn't one of them. In fact, I would have expected her to say she wanted me to fix a flat tire on her car before saying she wants me to fuck her.
"I think I missed something. Who are you, and why do you want me to fuck you?" I ask amused but now on guard. This could be a trap. There are dozens of people at this school that would like nothing more than to kick the shit out of me, so I have to be careful. You tend to make enemies when you go around fucking other people's girlfriends and family members. Especially when you get them pregnant.
"Because Charles is a fat, cheap, fucking ugly, limp dick, cheating, pig-smelling, asshole motherfucker that can burn in hell after getting his head shoved up his own ass," the girl rants, her anger spiking. She says this so loud that I can hear people turning to look in this direction.
There's an urge in me to either laugh or make a joke for her to explain how she really feels about this Charles guy because I'm fuzzy on her true emotions about him. This whole scene would make me laugh if I didn't need to be so on edge.
"Charles?" I ask, not recognizing the name. I do begin to understand what is going on here and what she is after, not that I can lower my guard or anything. If anything, I need to make sure she's for real and that this isn't a trick.
I'm guessing whoever Charles is cheated on her. And what better way to get revenge than to fuck the only white guy in school? I mean, for the first part of this school year, I was the meek and quiet white boy who got bullied left and right. For those that think they are hard, the most humiliating thing to happen is that your girlfriend fucked the white guy.
Well, I used to be that meek and quiet guy. That was before I had reached my limit. Back before I decided to get revenge. Back before I unleashed who and what I really am.
I had enough of the bullying, the insults, and the injustice just because of my race, especially when I always minded my own business. When I was pushed too far after school one day, I took my revenge on some bullies by fucking the girl they wanted. Not just fucked her but ruined her, leaving wanting more of me even to this day. Not to mention left her a present that's growing in her womb.
Since that day I've taken girl after girl as I make my way through the school to get my revenge. In a way I'm taking over the school. Since this is a senior high school campus, everyone here is at least eighteen, making it all nice and legal.
So this chick wanting me to fuck her isn't really that surprising. She may have talked to one of the girls I've fucked as inspiration and thought it would be a great revenge. Not to mention fun.
"Tiny Ray," the girl says and upon hearing this name I know exactly who she's talking about. Charles is Tiny Ray who is on the football team with me. He plays tackle and we all call him Tiny because he's freaking huge. The guy is legit six foot six and weighs over three hundred pounds. Only instead of being muscle, it's mostly fat.
"Ahhh, you must be Harley," I tell the girl, guessing who she is. Tiny has bragged a lot about all the nasty sex he has had with his girlfriend Harley. From Anal sex to choking her, he claims to have done everything possible. To be honest, I didn't think she was real and I doubt I was the only one that thought that.
Knowing who she is makes more puzzle pieces come together. Come to think of it, I'm not surprised Harley is upset now that I know she's real. Tiny is constantly bragging how he gets a blowjob from a different girl every day before school. Now, I doubt he gets this every day, but it wouldn't surprise me if he has gotten one every so often. Something about being on the football team tends to make you look like a rock star.
"Now, get ya white ass up and fuck me," Harley demands. The utter lunacy of this statement nearly makes me burst out laughing.
"Don't try to front," Harley says before I'm able to say anything. She then points at me with an accusing finger, as if I'm trying to lie to her.
"I know what you did to Lara and Shania. They told me all about that shit," Harley states upset as if I'm refusing to help her.
This statement makes me smirk as my legend is quickly zooming around the school. Lara and Shania are indeed two of the girl's that I've taken. And I know for sure that Shania is pregnant thanks to myself, not that she's named me as the father.
"Alright. Where do you propose we do this? On the librarian's desk? Or maybe on top of one of the tables? How about on the big fucking dictionary next to the front desk?" I ask Harley, pointing out the obvious issue. This is a library, not a private room. There's no where we could go that we would be left alone.
"Just get your ass up. We going to Blackout Corner," Harley states, even more annoyed now. Upon hearing this term, I know exactly where she means.
I had forgotten about Blackout Corner. That's what everyone calls the far south corner of the library. It's the section where the language books are kept so no one ever goes over there. Plus the way the lighting is, that area is pretty dim. Because of this, the legend is that students go over there to have quickies during school. It's called Blackout Corner because a girl supposedly was fucked unconscious in that corner, where her boyfriend got scared and left her there after running off.
I look at Harley's eyes now, trying to confirm that this is on the up and up. I'm fairly sure she is for real, but she could be a great actress. It would be easy to lure me in that corner, then get a bunch of guys to rush me. I'd be trapped over there with nowhere to go. Sure, I could try to fight my way out, but the first rule of fighting is to not get trapped in a damn corner.
"What the fuck?! Get ya ass up, I got shit to do!" Harley complains when I still don't move. After looking at me again, I think Harley finally understands why I'm not moving despite the promise of sex.
Harley reaches up and grabs the neckline of her tube top while facing me. While looking me in the eyes, she pulls her top down all the way to her stomach, exposing her very large breasts. My eyes are immediately drawn to them as they are quite large. They look to be perfectly proportional to her chubby frame which is rather impressive if I'm being honest.