Mark Bolin was worried about his little sister. At her age, she had all the arrogance of the typical teenager. She was smart, he conceded to himself, but she was also hopelessly naïve. She was also as cute as a kitten and she knew it. Since she was obviously smarter than he was, anything he told her went in one ear and out the other. His mother and father worshipped the ground she walked on and thought she could do no wrong. Mark was very fond of her himself, but he knew trouble when he saw it. He was a member of the FBI hostage rescue team and he had seen more than one rodeo. With his parents out of town, she had just spent a week staying with him. She was highly offended, believing herself to be grown up enough to stay by herself. Their parents had stood up to her for once and made her stay with her brother. The second night she got quietly up and snuck out.
Calaney was excited. Her friend Kesha had a nineteen-year-old boyfriend. Kesha and Jaquinn were picking her up in the alley and they were going to a party. She crept quietly down the stairs, past Mark's room and out the front door. She put on her shoes and ran to Jaquinn's waiting car.
Mark was a light sleeper. He heard the stairs creak and he got up and slipped on a black t-shirt and a pair of black sweats. He cracked his door and was very disappointed to see Calaney sneaking past. He grabbed some things and watched her, following her to the alley. He saw her get in a car and jumped on his Ducati Panigale and followed them. They drove to a rundown apartment complex and he killed the bike and watched. They got out and he shook his head. He had met Kesha before. She was a slender little black girl, very cute and bouncy and she flirted with every man she met. Mark had been no exception. At 24, he was ten years older than her, but that didn't matter to her. He was tall, good looking and had a cool car. That was enough to make him a target to her. Her boyfriend was obviously a thug. He wore the typical, low hanging pants and an unbuttoned shirt over a black t-shirt. He walked like he had a limp and he was all over Kesha.
They walked around back of the building found a murky pool. Music was thumping out of a box and there were a two dozen young people there. Most of them went to the same school as Calaney and Kesha. Most of the boys were either already graduated, dropped out or seniors. Most of the people there were black. There was a sprinkling of white boys, mostly athletes at the school and there was a cooler of beer. The smell of weed was heavy in the air and the party had been going on for an hour or so. As the night progressed, the partiers got progressively higher and Calaney, the only white girl there, was increasingly uncomfortable. Couples began to pair off and she found herself at the center of increasingly bolder advances. She pushed hands away and squirmed away from bodies pressing against her. She felt like she was the main attraction at an exhibit.
Her defenses were weaker and weaker as she got higher and she became the target of a group of young men that found her blonde hair and golden skin very exotic. It was a challenge to them to get this young white girl out of her clothes. Kesha and a couple of her friends were down to underwear and they had jumped into the pool. Calaney found herself sandwiched in a group of four young black men. They were feeling her up and attempting to get her shirt over her head. The constant barrage of hands on her firm young breasts and fondling her cute little ass were making her cranky. She didn't want this but it was becoming harder and harder to make them stop. She gave one of them a shove and walked over to the pool.
"Kesha, I want to go home," she said.
Kesha was in Jaquinn's arms in the pool and she was getting a little uncomfortable too. He was trying to take her bra off and although she wanted to let him, she wasn't sure she wanted to do that in front of all these people. She felt like she was ready for the next step in their relationship, but she just didn't want to do it in public at some party. She wanted to go on a date and then maybe go to bed with him.
"Jaquinn, we want to go home," she told him.
Jaquinn wasn't at all happy with that. This little bitch had been teasing him for weeks and he wanted some of that fine ass. He wouldn't mind tapping some of that fine pussy on Calaney either. If he was lucky, he might fuck both of the bitches at the same time. They were young, but Jaquinn had tapped a lot of fine young pussy. He'd never had anything as fine as these two bitches though. He had been working on Kesha for two months. They were both high and he had felt sure he was going to get in that pussy when Kesha let him strip her down to her underwear. Now this little white girl was getting felt up by the brothers and she was trying to fuck everything up.
"Let's go up to my place and dry off," he said. "Then I take you girls home."
He had no intention of taking them home, but they weren't going to put out here. If they were a little reluctant, no one would hear them up in the apartment. Once he got them going, he was sure that they wouldn't want to stop.
They climbed out of the pool and Jaquinn led them up to his apartment. The four that had been hitting on Calaney followed them after a minute. Jaquinn let Kesha into his bedroom and got her a towel.
"You ain't never going to get dry with them wet things on," he told her.
She went into the bathroom to take them off and dry herself before putting on her dry clothes. Jaquinn waited a minute then opened the door. Kesha looked up, a little shocked. Jaquinn's jaw dropped at the sight of this naked young girl in his bathroom. Damn, she was fine. Her little tits were just a handful, but her ass was fine! Once Jaquinn started tapping that ass she was going to be his bitch until he got tired of her. He pulled the naked girl up against him and gave her a feel of the cock. He cupped that fine ass and pulled her pussy up against his cock so she could get a good feel. She wanted him to kiss her but Jaquinn wasn't much interested. He just wanted a piece of that pussy.
In the living room, Calaney was getting impatient. When the four guys that had followed them came in she was even more so. They gave her a joint and she took a toke or two, but at this point she just wanted to go home. She wished she had listened to Mark. She had been furious at him when he warned her about hanging out with this crowd. He had seemed like such a racist.
"I like Kesha," he told her. "Bring her over here if you want. Hang out with her at school or at Mom's. The problem is, sooner or later she's going to get you in trouble if you party with her."
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about," she yelled at him furiously. "You just don't like me to have black friends."
That got Mark a little angry. "I have black friends," he told her. "I'm not a high school girl. Sooner or later she's going to want to set you up with some guy. He's going to be a thug because that's the people she hangs with."
"What's wrong with that?" she said. "You're just being racist, Mark. You don't get to tell me what to do. You're not my Dad."
"No, but I'm the closet thing you've got to one. I'm telling you that it's dangerous for you to hang out with a bunch of black guys that are older than you. It would be dangerous if they were white. They're not, and you're some kind of trophy to them. Don't be stupid, Calaney. I don't care what you think you know. Don't get the reputation for being a slut."
"So I'm stupid now, and you're a fucking racist," she stormed off to her room.
Now she wished she had listened. The four guys had her trapped on the couch and she knew she was in trouble. Two of them had their hands in her shirt, mauling her tits and the other two were holding her legs and pulling her shorts down. She was struggling wildly, but she was getting very tired. They were much stronger than she was to begin with and she didn't stand a chance. The two guys got her shorts and panties off over her struggling legs and the other two had ripped her shirt until it hung in tatters, her heaving breasts exposed to their hands and eyes. Her little patch of blonde pubic hair was exposed and they were all over her. The two holding her arms were hurting her nipples, stretching and pinching them while one of the others was holding her legs open. The fourth knelt between her thighs and stuck his finger up in her tight little pussy. She was dry and tight against his finger and he spit on her pussy and his finger, making her slippery.
She was disgusted with the thought that he would actually spit on her! He did it twice more and she was wet enough to make him happy. He opened his pants and his cock sprang out. He advanced toward her pussy and she began to scream.
"Shut her up," the guy about to fuck her told the two holding her arms. One of them opened his pants and stuck his cock in her open mouth. Her screams were muffled by the cock in her mouth and she felt the head of the cock slip between her spit soaked pussy lips.
Kesha heard Calaney scream. She tried to sit up but Jaquinn wouldn't let her. She found herself in a similar predicament as her friend. Jaquinn had his cock against her pussy and she knew he was going to fuck her. This was too much! She just wanted to have fun, flirt around with some older guys and get high. She wasn't ready for this and she began to struggle.
"Stop, Jaquinn," she yelled. "Something's happening to Calaney. Let me up."
"Your ass ain't going nowhere," he told her. "Some of the brothers warming your girlfriend up in there. When I'm done fucking you, I going to get some of that white pussy too. If you real nice I let you fuck her too."
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