Chapter 21: Hoodies

Kush and Gerry G were just cruisin’, driving their Chevrolet Impala around the better neighborhoods. It was like another world compared to their crib back in the hood. They cruised for a number of reasons. A change of view, quiet time from the problems in the Hood, not to mention the pussy was much better looking here. They’d occasionally hit on some local honey, but usually they got nowhere. Young white girls in these neighborhoods tended to avoid their type.

This night they were into their second joint, one of those good ones from the pot store in Crestwood. They had the best smoke. They came around a corner and saw this teenage hotness walk from her car into the Walgreen’s. They drove slowly by; then circled around again. Gerry G said “Oooooh wee! Did you see the ass on that little girl! Yo yo yo, we gotta see that again, bro.”

“Fuck, she didn’t look hardly old enough to drive,” but Kush circled the building anyway. The side she parked on was dark. As high as he was, G was triple fucking horny too. Now Kush was under the impression they were coming around for just a second look. He got his iPhone camera ready. As they sat there waiting for her to come out, G said, “Fuck this!” He got out of the car, paused. “Yo, whens I grab her, you come up so I can get her in the back seat. Then we’ll go to the crib. Have us some fun for once.”

Kush was taken by surprise at this turn of events, but it wasn’t the worst thing Kush had ever done. They’d done some robberies, house break-ins, carjackings. She wouldn’t be the first girl they’d raped, either. It would be the first from luxurious Crestwood though. Their first white girl. Kush didn’t hesitate.

G moved quicky over behind the car next to hers on the driver’s side. Soon, Kush saw the girl come out. Young, brunette. He wondered if she even had a driver’s license.

Jenny Griswold had a Learner’s Permit, but at fifteen she couldn’t yet get a regular license. Tonight, her parents had gone out to bible study, so she grabbed the Honda keys and drove to Walgreen’s for the fun of it. She went inside, pulled out a five-dollar bill and bought a Diet Dew. She looked at the make-up case for a bit, then went back to the car to drive home.

As Jenny opened the car door, she was thinking about a million things, totally oblivious to her surroundings. Suddenly, an arm came around her face, gripped her head as another arm wrapped around her waist. Taken completely off guard, Jenny was yanked backwards. She stumbled, tried to cry out, trying to keep her balance. Another car pulled up. A man jumped out, a black man. The back door opened; she was dragged backwards inside. She managed a scream once. One man said, “Keep her quiet, yo!” The two struggled to get her inside, then one punched her twice, hard in her stomach. She gasped, unable to breathe, then suddenly she was inside. She heard the door close as the man holding her kept telling her to “shut the fuck up!” He gripped her hard, it hurt to struggled. She had to though, she just knew she had too. She fought with everything she had. Once they were moving, her screams didn’t help much. She kept screaming at them though, saying “Let me go!” and just loud screams. She kicked, fought, but the man behind her had a strong hold on her. The back seat was big, and hey quickly had her pushed down off the seat and onto the floor. She kept fighting, screaming.

G held the girl, rolling her onto the floor and laying on top, trying to keep her quiet. He punched her once in the kidney. She groaned, got a lot quieter. As Kush drove back to the interstate and on towards the Hood, G kept threatening the girl, even as she was crying, choking, asking what did they want, where were they going. G started asking her questions. What was her name? How old are you, Jenny? When she gasped out “ ... fifteen...” he and Kush let out a yell. “Woooo! We got us a young white pussy here! Young white pussy! We gonna have us some fun, white girl, you being our first white girl and all. We gonna give you an education, bitch!” He licked her ear as he gripped her hair back. “I’m gonna teach you how to suck black dick, little girl. Teach you what deep throat really means. You ever fucked a man? Huh?” He jabbed her. “I asked you a question, bitch!” She cried, “No, no I haven’t...”

Kush got off at their exit. A few turns down some back streets, then down into the alley behind their crib. As he did, G took his handkerchief and forced it into the girl’s mouth to stifle her. Kush opened the door; G got up, dragging the white prize with him. They pulled her from the car, Kush gave her one more punch, then they dragged her to the back door.

Inside, stairs went up to the main floor, while other steps led down to the basement. G dragged her down the stairs, struggling, resisting as they did. Kush called upstairs. “Yo! Uncle B!” A man answered. Kush called up, “You might want some of this!” The man was Uncle Baxter, Kush’s uncle who had recently gotten released from state prison. He hadn’t had pussy in five years, so when they grabbed that young little Japanese girl last month, near Christmas, Uncle B had joined in, with enthusiasm. Now it was March, and Uncle B was more than ready for something besides his left hand. In the basement, Gerry threw the girl onto the floor. He jumped on her, forced the handkerchief into her mouth again, then tied it around her young head. She was small, maybe 5’ 1” or so. She may be fifteen, but she didn’t look a day over thirteen. Not much boobs, but some nice legs and a soft, cute butt. Her long brunette hair and young-looking face made this white girl primo material. Gerry was holding her down on the floor, choking her, reading her the riot act. “You do what we says, when we says to. You don’t, I whip you with this belt.” He wacked her with a heavy leather belt. She cried out. He went on. “You don’t speak unless spoken too, understand me, bitch?” Whack! “You don’t ask no questions, neither. You just do what you’re told, maybe I’ll stop whipping this cute little body of yours.” Whack!

Kush and Uncle B came down the stairs. Gerry dragged her to her feet. “Get up,” he snarled. She did quickly, not wanting to get whipped again. Everyone was making cat calls as they all got a good look at the girl for the first time. She looked terrified; eyes swollen and red, tears on her face as she kept mumbling questions through her gag.

Jenny was in some kind of basement, kidnapped and now standing here in front of three angry-looking black men. The one who had grabbed her was tall, a lot of muscle. Mean. The other one was younger, thinner, but even taller. The third man was an older man, dressed in a bathrobe and underwear. Really old, like her dad’s age. The one who had grabbed her glared at her, then said sternly, “Don’t fucking move, sweetheart.” She stood there, staring at the floor, arms wrapped around herself, cringing away but not moving. She wanted to speak, to ask what they wanted, to beg them to let her go, but her neck was still hurting from his lecture about staying quiet. “Not one fucking word!” he had said while squeezing her throat so tight she actually blacked out some. The black man took ahold of her jacket, then slowly started to take it off. She wondered what they would do to her. She didn’t want to even think about what the man had said in the car.

The man tossed her coat aside to the floor. Jenny stood there trembling as the man with the very angry face slowly gripped her blouse, then suddenly yanked it apart, buttons tearing off. He forced her blouse off; now she knew for sure what they wanted to do to her. Her boobs weren’t all that big, 31B actually. They just looked bigger because she was so small. The man dropped the torn blouse to the floor, looked at her, sneered, “Take off that bra, Jenny.”

Jenny first quietly begged him, “please, please don’t make me do this. Please, I’m only fifteen, I haven’t, I can’t, I’m just too young for this...” Suddenly the taller man whipped her with a belt, once, then again. He grabbed her hair tightly, yanking her face towards him. “We said no talking bitch! Now take off that muthafuckin’ bra, cunt!” He roughly released her hair. Jenny, shaking still, crying even more, reached behind her with trembling fingers, barely able to get the hook undone. Slowly, she was told to take it off, and so she slowly eased it off. One man grabbed it from her. He tossed it aside, grabbed her wrists, forced her arms apart, exposing her breasts. She was breathing very heavily as all this was going on, scared as she was. This only served to make her small boobs rise and fall even more. Everyone was staring at them; she blushed uncontrollably. She was now standing there, nude from the waist up.

Uncle B stepped up. “Here, let me finish.” Gerry stepped back, and B undid her pants. He undid the zipper, then eased them down, exposing her panties, going all the way to the floor. He made her step out of them as he ran one hand up and down her soft, smooth leg, right up to her butt cheek. When the pants were off, they made a big deal about her taking the panties off. They made her move her hips in a circle as she did. Slowly she exposed her early pubescent pubic hair and every bit of her cute little girl ass.

Gerry stepped up. “Ah grabbed her, I get to go first.” He pushed Jenny around, made her bend over the couch, her face by the seat cushion. G forced her short, young legs apart. He dropped his pants, kicked them off and gripped his cock in his hand. It was already big, and fairly rigid. He knew that it could get even bigger. That was the fun part. He had Kush grab the baby oil from the mantle. “Always better this way with these young ones,” he laughed. Kush laughed. “I remember that chink kid,” he replied. Gerry rubbed the liquid all over his brown cock, talking to the girl. “Oh yea, baby girl. You gonna get some now! You gonna get this niggah cock, every inch of it. Ooh yea, look at that tight little pussy. Oooh wee!” He slapped her ass once; she jumped. She stood there bent over, sobbing, her hands in tight fists beside her face. She was shaking, which just made G want to fuck her even more.