Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2010 13:51:23 -0400
From: T.O.N.Y. <topofnewyork1989@aol.com>
Subject: De'Quarious 3

This is a fictional story, any similarities between the characters and
anyone living or dead is totally coincidental. Furthermore, this story is
not intended for minors. The following story contains hardcore unprotected
sexual acts between males and/or a female, as well as the use of racial
slurs. If such content is offensive to you, please do not read. I welcome
comments, critiques, suggestions, and feedback of all types, please email
me at TopOfNewYork1989@aol.com.

De'Quarious sat on the back of the bus, his body reeling from its savage
sexual attack by the white jock named Scott, his mind confused and
conflicted. His already thick lips were swollen from being fiercely fucked;
his throat hurt from its rape, the smells of Scott's dick, balls, and feet
were branded on his nose, he couldn't seem to rid himself of the scent, and
his ass throbbed and burned as if someone had shoved a blowtorch into him
instead of a hard dick. Scott's seed and the boy's own blood leaked out of
his ass as the bus rode to the hood, wetting the seat of his basketball
shorts, as he'd had to discard his soiled boxers. He couldn't bring himself
to look at anyone; his eyes remained downcast, focused on his hands. It was
as if he were afraid that if he looked at anyone they would be able to tell
that he'd just spent the last three hours being used like a whore.

However, the pain wasn't what was truly bothering De'Quarious. Pain was
nothing, he could deal with that. A trip to the 24 hour pharmacy for some
extra strength Tylenol and some Epsom salts would take care of the
pain. No, De'Quarious wasn't all that bothered by the physical pain. It was
the knowledge that he'd allowed Scott to say those degrading things to him
without delivering unto the white man the ass whipping that was expected
from him saying those things to a young black thug like himself. The fact
that, although he didn't want to think about it, hearing Scott say those
things actually made his dick hard, not to mention that feeling that hard,
hot, throbbing thick white donkey dick in his mouth had aroused him, as had
the musky scent that wafted into his nose each time it came in contact with
Scott's blond pubes, each time the white man's sac slapped against his
chin. De'Quarious didn't want to think about how the extremely aggressive,
confident, cocky, and handsome white man had caused his dick to get so hard
that precum poured from his dick like a faucet, not only wetting the head
underneath his foreskin, but wetting his shaft and balls too.

Yet, the most devastating event of the evening was the fact that
De'Quarious had, in the midst of getting his anal cherry popped, had the
most powerful orgasm of his eighteen year old life, shooting more jizz than
he'd ever shot before, an orgasm so strong that his young black balls had
shriveled from being drained so thoroughly and were still throbbing from
the impact. The memory of it, of Scott's massive cock pounding him, of the
way his fat cockhead mercilessly beat his prostate, the feel of that,
combined with the tingling in his balls as they discharged all his hot
young seed, the feel of the cum working its way through his engorged shaft,
the stimulation of his piss slit while his thick cum shot out, the feeling
of it raining down upon him, the taste of his own hot, salty, gooey boy
juice, currently caused his swollen and used hole to tingle and his dick to
get hard. De'Quarious hung his head in shame and fought not to cry from the
embarrassment of becoming aroused at the memory of his assault.

By the time the teen got home, the sun was coming up. He slipped into the
house and went straight into the bathroom to sit on the toilet and eject
the remainder of Scott's seed. Then he took a bath, sitting in the hot
water to soothe his battered hole, and then he violently scrubbed himself,
trying to rid his skin of the feel of Scott's strong, soft, masculine
hands. Flashbacks of the hours he spent as Scott's whore kept coming back,
his dick getting hard with each memory, especially the most degrading
ones. The memories of being forced to suck Scott's sweaty toes, the feel of
Scott's hot mucus on his face, the names that Scott called him, they all
brought De'Quarious' dick to a raging hard-on that he couldn't help but
relieve, not wanting to get blue balls. Leaning back in the tub, tears of
shame rolling down his smooth cheeks, De'Quarious grabbed his eight and a
half inch uncut dick and jerked it furiously, replaying the degrading
scenes from the night before. He found that they made his dick harder than
any hot lesbian porno did, and he soon shot his load with a groan, shooting
his thick nut into the water of the tub. He then dried off and unplugged
the bathroom, sending the dirty water and his seed down the drain.

Knowing that he had to get his employer his money, De'Quarious promptly
dressed, throwing on a brown t-shirt, a pair of baggy and sagging blue
jeans, his Timberland boots which he wore with the laces untied and
dragging the ground, and a matching fitted baseball cap that he wore on top
of his braids at a jaunty angle. De'Quarious decided to put that night out
of his mind and affect the persona that he had before, that of a cocky
young thug nigga. He figured that if he acted out of character people would
suspect that something had happened to him. Not wanting to touch the money
Scott had tossed at him the night before with his hands, De'Quarious picked
the stack up with a dirty t-shirt and put it in his pocket before leaving
the apartment.

Nimrod, the drug dealer that De'Quarious worked for, lived in an apartment
that was still in the hood, but away from the projects. It was actually
four apartments two on one floor and two on the other, but the drug dealer
was so wealthy that he had the walls knocked down and a staircase built
within so that he had a six bedroom house within that large tenement. The
apartment was filled with what Nimrod called "art" but which to De'Quarious
was nothing more than a bunch of thick naked white girls. "See, that's cuz
you ignorant." Nimrod had told him when De'Quarious told him what he
thought of those portraits. "Those was painted by man named Titian hundreds
of years ago, you gotta have art in your crib; it's a sign of
sophistication."

There was a special knock that one had to perform to be allowed admittance,
and De'Quarious performed it, and was told in a gruff voice to identify
himself, which he did. The door opened to reveal two big and muscular guys
holding machine guns that ushered him in and closed and bolted the door
behind him. He walked in to find Nimrod sitting at a table eating breakfast
with a girl about De'Quarious' own age. De'Quarious stood there waiting to
be acknowledged, absolutely terrified of the man that he worked for. At the
sight of Nimrod, De'Quarious thought of what he had endured the night
before to ensure that this man got his money, and De'Quarious began to feel
angry, embarrassed and somewhat resentful.

Nimrod's family was from somewhere in the Caribbean, De'Quarious never
learned where. He was an extremely handsome man in his late thirties, about
average height but with a stocky build that was packed with solid
muscle. He was light skinned enough to pass for a person of Mediterranean
descent had he chose to, with shiny wavy black hair that he wore cut very
short and eyes that alternated between green and a very light
brown. Despite the fact that he was nearly forty, the man could have passed
for someone not much older than De'Quarious. "I-I brought your money."
De'Quarious stammered.

"Damn, you sold it all already?" Nimrod asked. De'Quarious was glad that he
was so dark because had he been lighter Nimrod would have seen him
blush. He nodded and Nimrod's handsome face lit up in a grin. "See, that's
why I fucks with this kid!" He said to all present. "Sold all that weed in
just a few hours, he must have been grinding all night." De'Quarious
blushed again and then his eyes strayed to the girl sitting beside Nimrod.

She was gorgeous, a brown skinned girl with half-closed eyes, high
cheekbones, full sensual lips, and an abundance of long black
hair. De'Quarious could see her hard nipples underneath the thin negligee
that she wore and he was thrilled to see that she was observing him as
carefully as he was observing her. Nimrod seemed oblivious to it. "This is
Vanessa. Vanessa, this is De'Quarious, he's a tough lil' nigga."
De'Quarious nodded in Vanessa's direction and she waved at him and
smiled. Nimrod got to his feet and went into the back and the men with the
guns followed. De'Quarious and Vanessa were left in the living room alone.

"So, how long you been working for Nimrod?" Vanessa asked. She had a voice
that, to De'Quarious, sounded like an angel's.

"Two years." He said, trying to make his voice sound deeper than it really
was. "How long you been with him?"

"Not long." She said and then she smiled at him. "How old are you?"

"Old enough." He said.

She smiled again. "Old enough for what?"

Now De'Quarious smiled. "Old enough for whatever you want to do with me."

Vanessa looked back towards the bedroom and then leaned towards the
youth. "Well, Nimrod's gonna be leaving soon, then I'll be here all by
myself." She sighed. "Unless someone wants to come by and keep me company."
She said that last sentence seductively, and De'Quarious' dick sprang to
life in his boxers.

De'Quarious may have been a little on the dim side, but he wasn't
stupid. He knew that nothing good could come of fucking his employer's
girl. However, despite having jerked off that morning, the adolescent was
horny again. It had been over twenty-four hours since he'd had some pussy
and he was starting to experience what he called "pussy withdrawal." But
there was something else that caused him to accept Vanessa's invitation,
something deep down inside connected with his experience a few short hours
earlier. After having been made a bitch by a cracker like Scott,
De'Quarious felt the need to reassert his manhood and his masculinity, and
what better way than to fuck a pretty girl like Vanessa? By dominating her
and forcing her to submit to him, he could salve some of his guilt from
having been turned into a whore the night before, he could make himself
feel better, prove to himself that he was still a man despite the fact that
he'd shot a geyser of cum from his jungle cock while Scott pounded him. So,
after thinking about it for a minute, De'Quarious nodded. "Yeah, fo' sure."
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Two hours later, after he'd spied Nimrod and his henchmen leaving from his
hiding space across the street, De'Quarious ran across the street and back
to Nimrod's apartment. Vanessa opened the door immediately and he noticed
that she'd changed out of what she was wearing when he was there earlier
and into another negligee, this one of black lace, virtually
see-through. His dick got hard and he grabbed the crotch of his jeans.

Vanessa saw the thick pole in De'Quarious' jeans and smiled. "Looks like
you're all ready for me." She said with a smile. De'Quarious gave her a
cocky grin and she immediately dropped to her knees and pulled his jeans,
shorts, and boxers down, taking the entire length of his thick black cock
in her mouth and swallowing it. De'Quarious moaned in pleasure as Vanessa
used her soft and warm mouth to pleasure him, pulling his loose foreskin
back to lick his sensitive dick head. De'Quarious led her to the couch
where he kicked his boots off, kicked his jeans, shorts, and boxers off,
and then spread his legs for the girl to get in between them so that she
could better suck him off. "Yeah bitch, suck this dick." He panted, "take
all of it down your throat." Vanessa deep throated him again and his body
relaxed as pleasure and arousal shot through him.

It was as if the blowjob was the cure, as if having that pretty girl on her
knees pleasuring him was enough to bring his pride back. With each thrust
into her mouth, De'Quarious felt more like a man. He grabbed her hair and
forced himself deep down her throat, closing his eyes, imagining that it
wasn't her mouth that he was fucking, but the memory of his sexual
degradation that night before. "Take this big ass dick down your throat
bitch, you know you like it." He growled, rapidly fucking the girl's mouth,
his smooth blue-black balls audibly slapping against her chin. The girl
retched and gagged but continued to take the thick uncut dick being forced
into her mouth, using her tongue to lick the piss slit and frenulum,
causing De'Quarious to make low growling noises in his throat.

He pulled the straps of her negligee down; exposing two round grapefruit
sized breasts with dark areolas and hard protuberant nipples. While his
hips thrust his raging boner down her throat, he pinched and tweaked her
nipples, making her grunt in pain and pleasure. Vanessa spit his dick out
and, while jerking his meat, she took his entire smooth ball sac into her
mouth, sucking and licking, working her mouth on his testicles with
passion, while he took his dick from her hands and instead sat it across
her face, enjoying how it sat there, feeling more powerful than he had in
hours, with this bitch on her knees and his fat cock on her face. "Get up."
De'Quarious told her and she did, letting her negligee fall to her
ankles. He pulled his t-shirt and cap off and threw them on the floor,
standing naked before her.

Vanessa licked her lips in desire as she gazed upon the young ebony stud's
perfectly chiseled body. He wasn't as muscular as Nimrod, but his body was
gorgeous, and she started to rub her clitoris while she gazed at
him. De'Quarious likewise, was entranced by her body. Her smooth and flat
stomach, her smooth, hairless, wet vagina, which was leaking down her legs,
and which she was now fingering. "Turn around and let me see that ass." He
told her, and was rewarded with the sight of a huge ass, perfectly round
and sticking out from her back so that De'Quarious could have sat a glass
on it. He slapped it and then demanded that she take him to the bedroom.
Once inside the room, De'Quarious sat on the pillows while Vanessa, on her
hands and knees, licked, kissed, and sucked on his genitals. The sight of
her ass kept the boy's dick hard, and every so often he'd reach over her to
squeeze her cheeks or run his finger down her wet crack. Vanessa diverted
her attention from his genitals and decided to worship that black Adonis'
ripped torso. She pushed him back on the bed and proceeded to run her
tongue over his rock-hard eight pack, rubbing her face against his abs
before taking his protruding navel into her mouth and sucking on it like a
tiny little dick. While she did this, she ran her hands up his chest, which
was hard and black like ebony, until she found his raisin sized
nipples. She pinched and pulled on them, making the black boy groan with
pleasure. Vanessa's mouth followed her hands until she was sucking his
nipples, softly biting on them, and flicking her warm and wet tongue over
them. De'Quarious' dick started to leak on their stomachs while she worked
his nipples over, and then she put her mouth over his, her lips and tongue
tangling with his, and giving him a taste of his own sweaty body and his
precum.

De'Quarious stroked his hard coon cock while he kissed Vanessa's luscious
lips, eagerly anticipating the moment that he'd plunge his rock hard
throbbing eight and a half inches into her tight wet cunt. Not being able
to wait anymore, the teen pushed the girl off him, positioned her on her
hands and knees with her face to the headboard, and climbed behind her,
pushing her back down, pulling his foreskin all the way back, and sliding
into her tight wet pussy with a sigh of immense pleasure. Vanessa grunted
as her pussy's walls stretched to accommodate the five and a half inch
width of De'Quarious' dick. They both sighed as he slid in deeper, so that
his nappy pubic hair touched the smoothness of the girl's pussylips.

De'Quarious had wanted to fuck Vanessa slow, to savor the feel of her tight
pussy, but the desire to prove himself caused him to ram his boner in and
out of her violently. He was a man, he was a strong black man, and he was
no one's bitch. He grabbed Vanessa's hair and fucked her harder, biting his
lip and glaring at the headboard, not seeing the wood but instead seeing
Scott's sneering, gloating, handsome face, seeing the contempt in his eyes
when he called De'Quarious those degrading names and forced the teen to
take his horse dick up his still sore ass. With each thrust, De'Quarious
hoped to further banish the memory of his humiliation. With each thrust he
hoped to reclaim his black manhood, which had been left in a shattered pile
on the hardwood floor of Scott's living room.

The vigorous pounding that the angry, humiliated, virile, and horny young
black buck gave Vanessa's hot wet black twat caused both to scream, her in
pleasure and he in determination, as well as the bed to squeak loudly, as
it fought to stay intact despite the savageness of the lovemaking by the
hot young black couple. The noise was so loud that it filled the apartment,
blocking out any other sounds, and so it came as a complete surprise to
De'Quarious when he happened to turn around to see that they weren't
alone. Standing in the doorway to the room, arms folded across his large
muscular chest, was Nimrod; a smile on his face that De'Quarious knew
wasn't friendly. Knowing that he was fucked but determined to finally put
last night's episode behind him, De'Quarious thrust his dick into Vanessa
one last time, shooting a huge load of his hot young Negro seed into her
accepting Negro cunt, whispering "Fuck you Scott," as he reclaimed his
black manhood. Unfortunately, it would only be for a short while.