Why Roshannon Didn't Go to College

Includes: non-con, raceplay, racist language

Her black head was slammed against a tree and Roshannon Halls fell into the dry leaves, her head spinning and throbbing with pain. She knew she was being watched, that 6

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sense ESPN thing she had heard about, feeling like a pair of hungry eyes were watching her. She had turned around and jogged in place a few times on the deserted prairie path but never saw another person. With her huge 38DD cup boobs straining against two sports bras, she huffed down the trail. As she rounded a corner after crossing the wooden plank bridge he must have been ahead of her as she was savagely pushed into a grove of oak trees. Her head bounced off the hard wood and her yellow hair band popped out, sending a cascade of black extensions showering her head. She put a hand to her forehead and she was bleeding, breathing heavily and totally out of control. It was very exciting for the young mother.

She felt her leggings being pulled down and she was pushed on to her stomach, her huge tits mashed against her stomach making breathing difficult. It was another day, another assault and Roshannon remembered that she didn't put in a tampon that morning since her cycle just finished yesterday. At the very least the man's cock wouldn't jam another tampon up her cooter. The last time that happened the urgent care facility wasn't cheap. There were always silver linings, even in the difficult times she encountered. She braced herself as a thick cock was jammed up her lady parts, feeling like she'd be split in two. It was a burning sensation but she couldn't help but get wet. Being dominated turned on many women and it was nice to not have to do all the work! After the first dozen hard pounding strokes she felt a warm flooding sensation, knowing the man had filled her with his seed. She lay on the ground a while longer, waiting for her heart rate to slow down and then she slowly stood and pulled up her yellow leggings. They were ripped and had mud on them, they had been a present from her grandmother.

Roshannon, or just Ro for short, was 5-6", 19 years old, jamacian-african american with huge boobs that made her look like a black porn star. Her current white boyfriend, Irving, said besides her face which was prettier, a lie she knew, she looked exactly like Masaratti, the massively titted black porn actress. Ro did have thick legs, a gap between her two front teeth, a huge bubble butt and massive udders which despite rarely wearing a bra, sagged very little. She had a few tattoos like most black women did, the name of her 2 month old baby Rasheed who died from vitamin deficiency and a trail of stars on her neck. There were plans to get a black power fist on her lower back once she saved up enough cash. Saint George Floyd would approve.

Ro had been through more than most had experienced in a lifetime in her 19 years. A very rough upbringing, sexually abused by two different boyfriends of her mother, abandoned by her father at age 4. She ran with a street gang in highschool and only through her grandmother's prayers and Ro's scholastic cheating did she graduate. In college she was riding an african american grant that gave her 2k for being a direct descendant of a slave. Then another grant from a rich white man her grandmother knew from church. Giving out money to poor negros must have gotten his dick hard, the white creep. Ro was used to being oogled by men of any age or race background. A huge set of tits were just tits, black, white, whatever but they were a magnet to men's eyes and often hands. Sometimes it wasn't worth the black eye to fight back. If she sucked their dick that was usually all they wanted. Get to fuck a black bitch, call her a nigger and cum down her throat.

In community prep she had been gang raped in the boys bathroom in the first week of her final year. She thought the boys were her friends, hell she knew Darnell and Deshawn since junior high but she knew her fully developed body had overpowered their little brains and caused them to jump her. It was her fault but later in life she got incredibly wet remembering the act, how powerless she was. She didn't black out or float above her body like those fake assault stories she read online on the community prep "safety" website. Don't walk home alone at night. Don't talk to strangers. But really there was no way to prevent rape, it came down to blind chance. If a dude wanted in between your legs he would get there, Ro knew it all too well. She wished her first time was with someone she liked but that never was the case. For the recent times she had willingly done what the men had asked, not wanting to get beaten more than necessary. The doctor bills weren't cheap so why get raped, just suck a cock and maybe get a few thrusts up her shaved vag was all it was.

She knew all 7 of her attackers, one holding down each arm and one holding apart each leg, they made kissing noises at her and cooed she was a big girl and this is what happens to cock teases like her. 4 held her down while one penetrated her missionary style on the filthy grey tile bathroom floor and two stood behind him, pants around their ankles passing a vape pipe back and forth. One had his phone on and some 50 Cent was playing in the background. 'Get in the club fuck that hoe, she my hoe, she my bitch, suck it bitch come on bitch you know you want it.' Lamar was first, he penetrated her young sweaty cunt with two strokes. She cried but it was muffled as hands covered her mouth, she cried into their hands, her unwilling vagina taking a rough entrance!

After Lamar unloaded into her pussy, Calvin pushed himself inside her, easy this time with all of Lamar's cum to ease the cock's travel. The large negro male came on the second stroke which engendered hoots and hollers from his fellow rapists. He got a slap on the back and got called a man now, a big homie since he had popped his cherry. Last to get on top was Andre, big Andre Demiles, or Big D. He had an enormous cock, she had been texted pics from him for months saying how they needed to get together, be a black power couple and some shit. Even though Ro wasn't a virgin, she wasn't a hoe and didn't put out just because some nigga had a big dick and talked a big game, they were easily a dime a dozen, some were far more bold and arrogant than Andre.

Andre grabbed a handful of her hair in his left hand and placed his right on her upper shoulder, steadying himself. He guided his girthy pole at her and penetrated her in one motion. Ro had a large outer labia and the skin got pushed inside of her such was the force of his cock. She felt like she was being torn in half and despite her best efforts, let out a low moan. He took this as an encouragement and shoved all he had inside her, easily hitting her cervix before he was half way in but kept pushing like he was trying to shove a sleeping bag back into the bag. Stuffing, pushing, forcing his prick into her when it clearly had no where to go, Ro continued to cry and then wail. Darnell stood to her left and put his shoe on her mouth, pushing it closed then leaned down and she heard the flick of his pocket knife.

"Bitch shut the fuck up or I will cut your ass. Best believe me, I will cut you bad. Shut up and let my nigga finish, he almost done with yo fat ass." He kissed her cheek which was the worst part of the whole event and then stood and was jerking himself hard again, a small black cock ringed by curly black pubes, the most disgusting thing Ro had ever seen before. On the bright side she was on birth control, and none of them sodomized her. There always was a silver lining, even to the worst events.

The guy who she thought was her best male friend, Darnell, smelled like cheese and had a tongue stud like a faggot, was kissing her deep on the mouth when he penetrated her a second time. The party was winding down, they had all busted their nuts, Darnell was now taking seconds. He had the blade pressed against her neck, right above her gold cross necklace. Finally he finished and rolled off her, running the small blade down between her boobs, up and down by her pussy which was slowly seeping white jizz, a pungent river of spooge. Ro shook with fear and adrenaline, feeling disgusted with herself because her pussy was super wet now.

The 4 stooges holding her limbs struggled to their feet, her arms and legs were numb from behind sat on, the rape had lasted 40 minutes, two hours after the last bell had rung. Initially she went in to buy a bag from one of the guys but he laughed and the other 6 guys came in from outside, hands on their groins and a haze of smoke as they pawed at her skirt and sweater. She thought she could talk her way out but they had her on her back before she could form a sentence.

As she gathered herself and stood she asked for her clothes and the rapists walked out the door one whistled, pointing at a urinal, a balled up pile of clothes soaking up the urine. Ro had to wear something, it was still light out so she unceremoniously put on the pee-soaked clothes, head down and walked home 7 miles out of the rich white town. Her pussy ached from the thrusting of the young bucks, she hoped her period would still come, despite the loads they had deposited. Her big college plans were dashed as she peed on the test strip and it came up positive. The baby daddy would remain a mystery, but Ro was glad she had a child to replace Rasheed that had died some years earlier. There always were silver linings.