White Lucy – Dark Meat ch.1 by cherrylotus
Lucy, 19. Finally gets what she wished for. , Intro
“Shhhh…. Shhhh.” Chris hissed, cutting me off. “Just keep your head down… don’t look up… they’ll see you.” My instant reaction of course was to look straight up. That was when I saw them. Two, tall, heavy-set black men, who were cutting across the grass clearing, straight in our direction. I don’t know who was more surprised really, Chris or myself. In the 8 months we had been coming here we had seen all of maybe 3 people. “Our Spot” as we had come to call it was an old, abandoned, overgrown reserve, down by the lake.
Our Secret Spot
It was only accessible by foot, down a narrow path at the end of a dirt road. The path weaved between the grass and shrubs which we had to negotiate each time we went to our spot.. At first we just used to sit and talk on the splintered park bench, or lay on the grass patch and sun bake. Or Chris would teach me things I didn’t know, mostly boring stuff but I appreciated it. At 19 though, I was already moderately experienced in a range of things myself. As weeks turned into months and the visits to our spot continued, our young urges eventually took over the nerves. Now I was the one teaching Chris new and exciting things.
“How did you get so good at that?” He would ask repeatedly as I stroked up and down his growing shaft.
Or, “When did you learn that?” and “That feels so so so good!” when I started giving him blow jobs.
I would bend over, underneath the park bench, during the day. Or just out on the grass at night, then make him finger my coochy. I’d let him dive between my legs with his tongue and lick me as best he could… He was terrible to be honest, but I put up with it for the most part. Even letting him awkwardly take my virginity inside the abandoned toilet block.
We moved on to experiment even further but things were changing in other ways too. I was beginning to lose interest in the physical attributes of Chris. His lack of physique and pasty white skin, along with measuring no more than about five and a half feet tall, made him less desirable as time went on. I was expecting him to go through some sort of growth spurt and transformation into a man but it never happened. One thing I suppose was on my side was my own height, I had no worries about ever being taller than a guy I like. Not growing an inch since about 10, I still stood at 4 feet 5 inches, on my 19th birthday.
I was however, cursed with the ginger gene. My pale skin and “ideal amount” of freckles, went with my height I guess. To top it all off though, I would wear a short, cotton skirt with my volleys and knee high socks. My complete lack of anything in the breast department, barely an A cup, allowed me to get away with wearing tank and crop tops without the discomfort of a bra.
To. be continued…
The Meet
“Why did you look,” He whispered “Now they’re comin’ over…. Fuck!”
Before he could say another word they were upon us, leaving only the bench between the two giant beasts and ourselves. Their shadows cast over us blocking out the sun so it was hard to make out their faces.
“Gotta smoke der’ honky?” was all I heard, grumble from the taller of the two.
Chris fumbled for a cigarette from his packet. Turning white as a ghost in the process “He…here you go,” he managed to stutter.
He stood up to pass it over to the man closest. Like a lightning strike from out of nowhere, Chris was hit directly on the chin by a huge black, gorilla-sized fist. He fell to the ground in a heap and didn’t move. I froze. It seemed like slow motion almost. One of the men grabbed Chris and slung him over their shoulder. Then from behind I was given the same treatment, the tallest man spun me up on his huge muscular shoulder and began to walk. I couldn’t see where we were going, I was still frozen in shock.
The familiar sound of the door opening ahead of us snapped me back to reality as the sun disappeared and I was dropped onto the cold, damp floor of the old toilet building I just so happened to lose my virginity in.
Chris was dumped to the floor in front of me, then promptly dragged by one leg around the corner and out of sight. Another familiar sound of a cubicle being opened and closed, then the black man returned by himself and swiftly went about making sure the door and windows were secure, I knew in the back of my head nobody was coming to interrupt but I kept my mouth shut. It didn’t make a difference, I was dumped in the same fashion Chris was moments before, directly in a stale puddle of what was either water or piss. I rose to my feet and the dizziness subsided.
I just stood there in the middle of the men’s old toilet block. They looked nervous or unsure what to do next, pacing back and forth checking the windows again and again.
“So…” I cleared my throat, “So… Who’s Jerome and who’s Tyrese?” It just came out, I didn’t know what else to say at that point. It couldn’t have been anyone except them.
They almost looked as shocked as I felt saying it. The taller, older beast of a man seemed like the one in charge. He stepped forward, I began to feel my nerves rising.
“So the little ginger bitch speaks after all,” His voice echoed of the cold room. “If you really must know, I am Jerome. Tyrese just so happens to be running late so I had another brother join me until T arrives, this is Maurice.”
The other man stepped forward, doing nothing but nodding shyly. He would have been at least 20 years younger than Jerome, who was at least 50.
“The more the merrier.” I blurted out before turning my pale freckled face red in embarrassment.
It Really Happened
“So this is the little white Lucy that told you she sucked her mum’s boyfriends cock n he finger banged her ass?” Maurice almost sounded shocked as he looked toward Jerome who was now beginning to undress. “Damn girl, you nasty”
“Shut the fuck up and get your clothes off Maurice” Jerome had a way with words, Maurice snapped to attention and did as he was told.
Chris was still motionless in the corner against the basins and I now had two huge hairy black men towering in front of me like giants. Just when I thought it was about to begin, Maurice knelt to his clothes on the floor and fumbled around in the pocket. Pulling out a small case he clicked it open and from where I was standing I could see only a third of its contents, still giving me quite a shock nonetheless. He has two baggies with at least 20 pills in each. One pack blue, the other red. Along with another bag no less than half full of white crystals. The turned their backs and took a few steps toward the wall. Taking what they needed they turned back to me and approached again.
“Your turn now slut!” They both said at once. Not being all that new to drugs of any nature I naturally put my hand out to receive whatever they had to offer.
Jerome let out a loud laugh, “Not that easy you silly whore. Now, turn around, bend over and spread!”
I did exactly as he demanded, as if in some sort of trance or spell. I turned and faced the wall, tugged on my thong and worked it down from under my skirt until it was around my ankles. Counting to three in my head I closed my eyes and bent over as far as I could, spreading my cheeks with each hand at the same time. I flinched about a foot when he spat, it landed perfectly on my pink butt hole and ran between my legs. Then I flinched a second time when his enormous finger made contact with my entrance. It popped inside after a gentle push. He quickly removed it though causing me to finally open my eyes. I got a glimpse of him shaking several pills from the bag and placing one on his finger before diving it back into me. He did this two more times, on the last pill he slid his finger as deep as his hand would let him, wriggling it about inside me. Jerome and Maurice stepped away one last time to check the windows and doors, I remember them both turning toward me in only their briefs and finally seeing the outlines and bulges of what I was about to be in store for. I was wet beyond belief, light headed and things began to feel like they were in slow motion again.