Too Stupid to Lose
-- by lightswitch © August 2007

[(FF, lesbian), reluctant/forced, teen, interracial, white
female, black female, facesitting, humiliation]

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So far, my day sucked.

During 3rd period PE, I skinned my knee, playing softball.

Then, I bombed the 5th period Algebra II test.

Then, in 7th period study hall, one of my friends told me that my
bastard boyfriend was cheating on me … with a Sophomore!

All in all, the whole day had been a disaster. Here I was, a
Senior in High School, during what should have been the best of
my 18 years on the planet, and I was having to endure shit like
this.

I kicked a chunk of gravel as I walked along the train tracks. I
wished it was a dog. I was feeling mean and wanted to take my
frustrations out on something.

Or someone.

Looking along the isolated stretch of railroad track, I saw a
solitary figure up ahead, to the right. She was standing near the
abandoned rail station, strolling along as if lost in thought.

She was a fat, black girl, wearing a sweat-soaked T-shirt and
stretched sweat pants.

“Probably don’t even make jeans in her size,” I thought,
uncharitably. It took me a while, but I finally recognized her.
Her name was Monica.

Monica was a social outcast, widely considered to be so stupid as
to verge on being functionally retarded.  She was a Freshman, but
rumor had it that she had been kept back at least five times, in
Elementary and Middle School.

A nasty smile spread across my face.

Monica would be the perfect foil on which to vent my
frustrations!

I jogged up to the unsuspecting girl, from behind. Wrinkling my
nose in disgust, I almost backed away. No wonder she had no
friends!  Sweat darkened the back of the huge expanse of gray
T-shirt that covered her back.  The gray sweat pants covering her
wide ass sported a visible XXL tag, but the pants were stretched
taught across that massive backside. I could already smell her.

Coming up from behind, I gave her a shove. She fell,
gratifyingly, against the cinder-block wall. Turning, she looked
at me with dull, stupid eyes.

“Hey, Monica!” I smiled.

“Hey, Jenny!” she responded, smiling tentatively. Was she too
stupid to realize I was bullying her?

I shoved her. “Don’t call me ‘Jenny!’” I snarled. “Only my
friends call me ‘Jenny,’ and you’re no friend.” My hands had sunk
into her chest up to my wrists. God, this retard was fat!

Monica stumbled backwards, but regained her footing. “Sorry,
Jennifer,” she said, meekly casting her eyes down.

I grinned, maliciously. This was going to be just what I needed!

“Sorry isn’t enough,” I said, shoving her again. The fat black
girl was about six inches taller than me, but was obviously a
wimp. I decided, then and there, I was going to kick her ass.

“Wanna be friends?” she asked, brightening. God, she was stupid!

“Kiss my ass,” I sneered, shoving her again.  Meekly, the fat
black girl dropped to her knees and pursed her lips.

I looked at her, stunned. What was she doing? Was this a trick?
Was the fat retard actually willing to ‘kiss my ass?’

I was feeling mean and decided to push it.

Hiking my skirt, I thrust my full, white ass towards her. “Do
it,” I snarled, “and maybe I won’t beat the hell out of you!”

To my surprise, the big black girl scuffled forward and planted
her lips on my ass cheek.

I was stunned, standing there, ass thrust out, not knowing how to
react.

She had done it! The big retard had literally kissed my ass! Part
of me felt bad; I knew that picking on a mentally challenged
person was contemptible. But damn it, I wasn’t going to be the
only one suffering, today!

While this internal debate raged, I felt my panties slide down
around my ankles. “What are you *doing*?” I wanted to shout. But
surprise froze me in place.

She pressed her fat black face up against my white ass again, and
gave it a long, wet kiss.

My mind struggled. On one hand, this was disgusting and verging
on perverted. On the other hand, having this degree of control
over another human being was intoxicating, and I was ashamed to
realize I had become wet with arousal.

Her thick lips continued to kiss my ass cheeks and slowly trailed
closer to my ass crack. My head was spinning. She wasn’t really
going to do *that*, was she?

I felt one of her fat hands reach around and begin fondling my
pussy.

My body tensed, in shock. What the hell … ?!?

Part of me wanted to jump away and slap the big perverted
imbecile. But her stroking felt so … good.  The longer I let it
go on, the better it felt, and soon, I lost my window of
opportunity to resist. I stood there, panties around my ankles in
the late afternoon sunlight, letting the fat black moron mouth my
ass and fondle my cunt.

Nervous, I kept looking around, to make sure no one came by.

Her lips finally wandered to my ass crack and she began kissing
and licking up and down the length of it.  A fat, black finger
slid into my moist pussy and I moaned, in pleasure.

She burrowed her face between my ass cheeks and began gently
rimming my asshole with her tongue. It felt so dirty and
perverted that my cunt quivered in delight on her thrusting
finger. I felt powerful. Dominant.

She began tonguing my asshole in earnest, slowly sliding more
fingers into my now-dripping pussy. I felt myself shudder in
response.  This disgusting treatment was turning me on more than
I could have imagined. With a start, I realized that if I let it
continue, this fat retarded dyke would succeed in pushing me over
the edge.

I’d have cum from letting a grossly fat, black imbecile eat my
asshole while she fingered me!

My mind snapped back to reality. I couldn’t go that far! I’d
never live with myself!

Steeling myself, I tried to push her away.

But Monica was stronger than I realized. Her fat black arms
entwined around my shapely white legs, forcing them apart so she
could continue to tongue my asshole, and maintain easy access to
my fevered pussy.

“Stop it!” I panted, feeling my pleasure growing to dangerous
heights. “Damn it, you fat, black cow! I said stop it! I don’t
want to … don’t make me … !”

But the big black girl wouldn’t stop.

With a guttural cry, I climaxed.

Feeling me jerk in the throes of orgasm, Monica forced her thick
tongue up into my asshole, jamming three fat fingers up to the
third knuckle into my pussy.

I grabbed her head to steady myself as my body was wracked with
pleasure. My legs went weak, and I found myself sitting on
Monica’s upturned face as the black girl reamed my ass with her
thick, probing tongue. I felt so dirty … so perverted … I was in
deep denial, even as the sick orgasm shook my body.

Monica kept licking and finger-fucking me until the climax
finally passed. But with the passing of the mind-numbing pleasure
came the disgusted realization of what had happened.

What I had let happen!

I jerked myself away from the degenerate retard’s face and kicked
her away. She disgusted me. I disgusted myself. How could I have
let such a thing happen? I felt sick and leaned against the
cinder-block wall as I pulled my panties back on.

“My turn?” Monica asked, hopefully, pulling her baggy sweatpants
down.

With tears of shame in my eyes, I turned and ran.

* * * * * *

The next day, it all seemed like a dream. Had I imagined it? But
what kind of sick pervert was I to even imagine such a thing,
much less experience it?!

The day progressed well and I soon forgot about yesterday’s
debauched interlude.

Up until lunch.

I was sitting with my friends when Monica walked up and plopped
her fat ass down at our table.

“Hi, Jen!” she chirped.

I could have died.

The shocked look on my friends’ faces gave way to titters.

“Wow, Jen, you didn’t tell us you had a new friend!”

“Gee, Jen, hope you won’t forget your *old* friends!”

“You sure are attracting some weird people, Jen!”

Of all my so-called friends, only dark-haired Angela remained
mercifully silent and didn’t join in the teasing.

I could feel my face go crimson. I couldn’t let these other girls
find out about that perverted incident! I had to get the fat
retarded girl away from them! *I* had to get away!

Leaving my tray, I left the cafeteria and fled to the empty
soccer fields, figuring the retard would follow. And when she
did, I’d beat the snot out of her!

I was mortified. How could that big, fat bitch have humiliated me
like that?!?  Didn’t she realize that she was persona non grata,
and that I was … well … popular? How dare she invade *my* world!

A heavy arm embraced me from behind.

“I missed you, Jen!”

I tried to push Monica’s arm away. “Damn it, you stupid bitch!” I
yelled. “Keep your damned, perverted lez self away from me!”

But the big black girl seemed to think it was a game; she
continued to wrestle and tussle with me. I tried punching at her,
but she bull-dogged me onto my back and laid herself, heavily, on
top of me, effectively pinning me to the ground.

I gasped as her enormous weight settled on me. I could barely
breathe! The fat black girl had my arms pinned and was doing
little to support her own weight.

I struggled to throw her off, but almost immediately lost all
strength as her great weight settled down on me. I lay there,
helpless and gasping, crushed under the big, stupid black girl.

She slowly stretched herself out so that we were head to head, 
chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis.  Actually, since she was taller
than me, her big feet stretched further than mine.  She lay on
top of me like that and slowly lowered her face to within a
fraction of an inch of mine.

The stink of her perspiration filled my nose and her sweat rolled
off her fat face to drip onto my own. I could barely breathe
under the pressure of her weight and with her face directly over
mine, I couldn’t get any fresh air.

She was breathing heavily and I found that every breath I took
was a hot, heavy, breath from her lungs. She lay, motionless, on
top of me, breathing in my face and looking deeply into my eyes.
I could feel her big, stiff nipples jabbing into me, as I lay,
pinned.

The big retard was turned on.

I was furious, but couldn’t move if I’d wanted, pinned as I was
beneath the girl’s immense flab. We lay like that for about 15
minutes. Her breath was hot on my face and my head was spinning
from the intense pressure and lack of air.

I realized that my own nipples were stiffening. Was this turning
me on?!?  Impossible!  It must have been a physical reaction from
getting crushed by this cow.

Monica lowered her fat, dark, sweating face until her thick,
drooling lips brushed my own trembling mouth. Her spittle
dripped, hotly, onto my lips and into my partially opened mouth.
I felt a sick twinge of arousal as her drool entered my mouth.

Oh fuck! What was I doing … letting this fat, black retarded
chick drool on me … in me?!?

But the sickly erotic thrill paralyzed me. My pussy tingled as
she continued to drool into my mouth. Her saliva began puddling
at the back of my throat and soon filled my open mouth, dribbling
from the corners. I had no choice but to swallow or turn my head
and spit.

Her breath was hot and moist on my face, suffocating me in a 
haze of exhalation that was perversely turning me on. I couldn’t
think straight.  My nipples ached and my pussy throbbed.

I swallowed.

I almost gagged, at the realization of my own depravity. What the
hell was wrong with me?!? What was I doing, swallowing another
woman’s spit?!?

Smiling at her successful dominance, Monica lowered her lips to
mine.

I was dizzy and near fainting from her crushing weight and the
sick realization of my own perversion. Her thick, drool-covered
lips enveloping mine didn’t help, as I was forced to breathe what
little I could through my nose.

The fat girl’s tongue teased my lips and parted them, gaining
easy access to the moist depths of my mouth. My pussy throbbed
with unwanted desire as she explored the recesses of my mouth,
pushing her thick tongue deeply into my throat.

I realized that I was unconsciously grinding myself against the
fat black girl, desperately trying to get some friction on my
over-heated, fully-aroused pussy.

Monica must have realized this, as well, because I could feel her
smile as she continued her deep kiss. With an effort, I stilled
my bucking hips.

I could feel the big girl start kicking her thick legs and
wondered what she was up to. A few minutes later, she stopped
kicking and raised her dark face, smiling.

“My turn,” she announced, slowly crawling up across my pinned
body.

I was dazed, from being crushed … being smothered … and being
deeply and dominantly kissed by this sub-human. It wasn’t until
she had her knees on my shoulders that I realized what was
happening.

She had kicked off her sweat pants and wasn’t wearing panties.

“No!” I cried. “Monica! Please!”

But if the big, slow girl understood me, she gave no indication.
Inching forward, she captured my thrashing head between her huge,
dark thighs.

“My turn!” she sighed, smiling and settling down onto my face.

My world was plunged into darkness as the fat girl pushed her
nasty, black muff over me. I gagged at the overpowering smell of
unwashed body and piss-tainted pussy. Didn’t this girl ever
bathe?!? Monica must have been really turned on, because she was
dripping with overpoweringly pungent pussy juice.

Her cunt lips parted easily as she settled her immense weight
onto my entrapped face. The external world was blotted out as her
fat, nasty pussy enveloped my features, her slick cunt lips
sliding easily over my mouth and nose.

Monica’s hot, odiferous cunt was smothering me. Literally. My air
was completely cut off. I couldn’t inhale or exhale.

“Do me!” I heard her command.

I was in a panic. Already, I could feel myself growing
light-headed as the aroused retard rubbed her slick slit over my
face. I bucked wildly, but couldn’t even budge her.

Desperate, I did what I thought I’d never do: I began licking her
pussy.

It was almost reflexive: Give her what she wants and she’ll let
me breathe again!

The only trouble was – she didn’t. She continued to allow her
full weight to press down on my face.

My tongue worked feverishly and I could tell she was enjoying it.
I moved my face up so I could latch my lips onto her fat, swollen
clit.  Why wasn’t she letting me breathe?!? Maybe if I made her
cum …!?!

I sucked and nibbled on her thick clit, even as I felt darkness
closing in around me. I was passing out!  The fat, black bitch
was going to smother me to death! I struggled and tried to cry
out, but her sodden, cloying pussy remained wrapped around my
face and the terrible pressure of her weight continued to pin me
in place.

“No!” I thought, seized in mindless panic. “I can’t die like
this! I can’t die, smothered by the crotch of a fat, retarded,
black girl!

Monica was grinding herself against my face, obviously close to
climax.

But I knew she wasn’t going to get there in time.

I strained against the huge legs that pinned my arms, but
couldn’t even make her change position.

“I can’t believe this is how it ends,” I thought dully, as warm,
wet darkness reached down to engulf me. I could feel my limbs
twitching and realized that I was glad that death would finally
end this humiliation.

* * * * * *

It took me a while to realize I wasn’t dead.

Consciousness came back slowly and it took me a while to focus my
eyes. I was in the restroom, at the abandoned train station.
Someone … Monica? … had stripped my clothes from me. As I slowly
raised myself from the cold, tile floor, I realized I wasn’t
alone.

As I half-expected, Monica was here, standing close to me. Like
me, she was completely nude and my heart sunk as I realized my
ordeal wasn’t over.

But there was a third person here!

Helping me to my feet, I was shocked to see the pretty, white
features of Angela …

Who was also nude.

What was going on?!?

The dark-haired, white girl smiled in embarrassment.

“I see Monica’s got you, too,” she sighed. I looked at her, not
knowing what to say. What was she talking about?

Angela blushed as she tried to explain. “As you know, Monica is
mentally challenged to the point where she has few social
inhibitions,” the black-haired girl told me. “A person appears to
be safe until Monica interprets something they say as a sexual
invitation, then she seems to mentally re-categorize them as a
‘sex object.’”

I was livid!

“I never made any sexual invitation!” I replied, in indignation.
Angela nodded.

“Me neither,” she said. “At least, I never meant to. A few weeks
ago, Monica told me she wanted to be friends … I told her to ‘Eat
me.’” The black-haired girl paused, blushing deeply.

“And she did,” she whispered. My eyes widened in surprise.

“I didn’t want her to!” Angela added, quickly and defensively. “I
just said that as a … you know … a put-down. But Monica … she
took it literally. I didn’t realize what was happening, at first,
and …” the white girl’s voice trailed off.

“I understand,” I murmured, remembering what had happened when I
had told the fat, black girl to “Kiss my ass.”

“Anyway,” Angela said, with a resigned sigh, once she’s … been
intimate … with you, she perceives you as a sex object. She isn’t
very psychologically developed and she’s completely egocentric.
That means sex objects exist solely for her pleasure.”

I could definitely confirm that!

Angela grimaced. “The hell of it is, since she has no social
inhibitions, she will come on to you anywhere, any time, with any
number of people around, whenever she is feeling horny – which
seems to be often. The only way you can avoid these displays is
to … to … give in … to her, on a regular basis.” I felt a chill
go down my spine.

“She doesn’t approach *me* in public because …,” Angela choked
back tears, “… because, I promised to service her, after school,
if she left me alone during the day.” The dark-haired beauty’s
eyes welled up and tears streamed down her pale, attractive face.
“I had no choice! If I didn’t, she’d be coming onto me at school
all the time, in front of everybody, and I’d be … I’d be …
ruined!”

Monica gently embraced the white girl, seemingly oblivious to the
fact that she was the cause of Angela’s tears. The big retarded
girl wrapped her fat, black arms around the white girl and kissed
her. Angela tilted her head back and allowed Monica to press the
kiss deeper.

“You,” Monica told Angela, gently forcing the white girl to her
knees, “today.”

The big, black girl spread her legs and guided the sobbing
brunette’s head between her fat, dark thighs.

Still crying in humiliation, Angela gently clasped the fat girl’s
dark hips with her slender, white hands and nuzzled her pale face
deeply into the black girl’s rank pussy.  Judging by the way her
head was moving, I could tell that Angela was “servicing” her.

“You,” Monica said, sighing with contentment and looking at me,
“tomorrow.”

I grabbed my clothes and fled from the restroom, trying to dress
as I ran. Tears of revulsion streamed down my face. Seeing
Angela, on her knees before Monica, was like seeing a beautiful
bird captured and drained by a huge, disgusting, black tarantula.
I was horrified by the obscenity of a higher life form being so
ultimately dominated by a lower one.  It was unnatural. Wrong.

But tomorrow, I knew it would be me, on my knees, subjugated by
the fat, functionally retarded, black girl.