Too Stupid to Lose -- by lightswitch © August 2007 [(FF, lesbian), reluctant/forced, teen, interracial, white female, black female, facesitting, humiliation] =========== 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.