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Solace, Chapter One--Revised.

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Louise Collier was an artist, and at 16, still very much an awkward teenager. Her body was not developing as fast as her mind, and this was among the many things which served to make her unpopular. She had a great tendancy to internalize everything, and when she didn't, she only externalized by talking to Katelyn, her best friend, or writing poetry. She was in no manner assertive and avoided all conflicts if possible. She hadn't quite lost the baby-pudge of her stomache, but she was relatively in shape--she had wide hips and fairly full breasts which she made no attempt to mask; she felt it was her one asset, and she had long ago made the decision that there should be at least one thing about herself to flaunt. Besides that, wearing low-cut shirts made her feel objectified; though she cons
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idered herself fairly feministic, it was a nice change from the day-to-day intellectual attention she recieved.

Lawrence McCade was to the unfamiliar eye a towering, frighteningly dark figure--deep brown eyes which could bore into a person's soul; black hair which always had the same kept part on the left side of his head; thin lips which rarely lifted into a smile; a once well-built body which had gone slightly softer with age. He was by no means an amiable person--this is the reason that, at fourty-two, his wife had left him and the four children they'd concieved together. This only served to make him unhappier and lonelier, and most neighbors and acquaintances shyed away from him for this reason--only one family, the Colliers, supported him through watching his children whilst he worked. They had four children as well, all of whom were roughly equal in age difference with his own young. The oldest were his daughter, Katelyn,15, and Louise, who had just turned sixteen. She stayed with Katelyn almost every day, either spending the night at her house or at Katelyn's. Louise couldn't get enough of Katelyn's house. Everything there was so fun--hot-dog cookouts and late-night slumber parties where the two and their siblings would stay up watching Unsolved Mysteries as long as they could to see if they'd have wild nightmares.

The only factor Louise wasn't crazy about was Lawrence . . . she always had the distinct feeling he didn't want her around. Moreover, he didn't seem like a very safe person. All the other Collier children thought he was wonderful. Perhaps they knew him better. She still couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding she had as she approached the McCade residence on a Friday afternoon in late November.

She was to meet Katelyn for a study session before their English exam, and Katelyn was having trouble understanding archetypes. She assumed Katelyn was already home, because the sun was falling behind the trees now, casting a pink-orange hue over the street, and an evening wind had begun to blow loose leaves from the Water Oaks in the front yard. Louise followed the path to the door and rapped her knuckles against it as hard as she could, though it barely made a sound. She paused; when no one came, she tried again, harder this time. A moment later the door swung open and Lawrence stood towering above her--she couldn't make out his face as the houselights weren't on.

"Hi . . . is Katelym home yet?" Louise rubbed her knuckles against the palm of her other hand.

"Louise--Come in--are you two doing something today" He stepped aside and she entered the house--her eyes easily adjusted to the dim room, and she put clasped her hands in front of her. She wore a long-sleeved black vee-neck shirt which crept very low on her chest and a knee-length silk skirt, also black.

Her feet tiwtched nervously in her heels. "Just studying."

"Oh. Well, she'll be back shortly. She's with her mom right now."

"Her--oh-" She shook her head. Katelyn hadn't seen her mother in years, so this was fairly surprising to Louise. This fact was obvious to the man before her.

" . . . She moved back to the States," he said, "just showed up this afternoon. To take them out to dinner. Sit down."

Louise didn't want to sit down--the situation felt very awkward, and she didn't like being alone with this man, but she obliged anyway, perching at the edge of the couch.

"That's surprising," Louise said, and tried to give him a sympathetic smile. He smiled back at her, and she thought maybe it was the first time he'd smiled in a while.

"So, I was making dinner for the girls. I guess we'll have to eat it, right?" He nudged his head towards te entrance to the kitchen. "Come on . . . it's Hamburger Helper."

A voice in Louise's head said *no*, whispering urgently. She wanted very badly to leave and go home. But she couldn't leave him here, couldn't deny his hospitality.

"Sure thing," she said.

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"Good?" Lawrence asked carefully as he took her dish from in front of her. "I modified the recipe a little, so it wouldn't taste, you know . . . like shit."

"Wonderful, thank you." Louise replied. Most of the dinner had been silent, awkward--she wished Katelyn would just get back, but felt guilty for thinking that--after all, she was with her mother . . . She looked up, and saw Lawrence staring down at her, his expression unreadable.

She paused, blushing, and tilted her head down slightly. "I'm sorry," he said softly, "was I staring?" His voice was intense, low, and his eyes were black. "It's just, you've grown up so."

"That's what time will do to you," she said quietly, and tried to laugh. It came out raspy. She heard the voice again in her head, pleading--*get up . . .leave . . .* and moved to get up.

"My parents must be worried. I better leave." She pushed herself up, not looking up, and almost slammed into him. He was blocking her exit.

"I don't think they're worried," he said, and his voice was low, and made her shiver. She felt a cold hand, huge, calloused, on her chin, and her head was lifted up towards his.

"There's no need to leave just yet."

"Please," Louise whispered. "I have to go . . " She found she couldn't look away from his eyes. She realized then that she never should have entered the house.

His hand left her chin to trail down her neck, her shoulders, down her arms to her fingertips, and then, very slightly, brushed against her left breast. She gasped. He was touching her. Her best friend's father . . . would he rape her? Would he hurt her? Every thought added to the tears that formed, making her eyes burn. She felt her nipples become erect, and she shuddered.

His whisper-touch turned into a grasp--he took the flash in his hand and squeezed as hard as he could, and she cried out softly. He leaned into her a little, and his eyes told her she wasn't going anywhere--then swiftly, he scooped her up in his arms and nearly sprinted to the bedroom.

The bedroom lights were off but she was familiar with the room--the large, inviting bed, always made. It no longer seemed so inviting to her as he tipped her onto it, tearing at her shirt until the fabric ripped and her green push-up bra was exposed. Louise couldn't find her voice to say a thing.

Lawrence hovered over her in the dark, and she could make out his panting face, his wide eyes.

"I've always wanted to do this. You're so young and beautiful. And you want it . . . you have to want it. Tell me you want it."

She was at a loss for what to do, but only for a moment--a swift smack across the face directed her on what to say. Gasping, crying now, she parted her lips and noddded quickly. "I--I want .. .it . . ." He growled and pushed her bra up over her breasts. They were fully exposed now, and the cool air only served to make her nipples more swollen, pebble-like; he took them both in his hands, pinched them hard and twisted them, and Louise gasped in evident pain--this was mixed with pleasure though, and she hated herself and her apparent confusion.

"I'll make you like it," he swore. "I'll make you . . ." And he leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth. They were so numb from the pain he'd inflicted that at first, she couldn't tell; the warmth began to spread though, and she could feel his tongue swirling around it as his other hand ccaressed the other gently, stopping now and again to run a single finger in the crease beneath her breast tantalizingly.

It felt good. She tried her hardest not to show this--she was still disgusted and terribly frieghtened. This was molestation, this was rape. But he was making it feel good, and her physical senses were trying desperately to overrule her psychological ones. Suddenly, without thinking, she parted her knees slightly. That was all he needed.

"Mhmm," he moaned, and slid a hand forcefully under her skirt--he immediately felt the heat, the wetness, and he laughed. "I knew it. I knew you wanted me, you little whore." Tears welled in her eyes, and he took her legs and spread them forcefully, pushing her skirt up to her waist and pulling down her white panties.

She was exposed now, and she whimpered as he unzipped his pants and wriggled out of them and of his boxers. She saw his erection and gasped . . . she'd never actually seen a penis before, and it struck her as far too big to fit inside her body. Lawrence took the tip of his erection and pressed it against the opening to Louise's heat--she was sure he could feel her shivering.

"You're a virgin, aren't you, Little Louise? I'm here to change that. I'll teach you to make Love. I'm going to teach you now . . ." He plunged into her, stopping briefly at her barrier--he was lubricated, but she'd never experienced such pain before and she couldn't even scream--she was being impaled.

Then he pushed through all the way, creating a stabbing pain in her abdomen, and stayed stationary inside her for a moment, shuddering. "You're so tight, oh, Jesus, you're so hot and tight." He stroked her face. "Doesn't that feel good, baby? Doesn't it make you feel whole? Don't you want to fuck?" When she didn't say anything, he began to pull out and rammed into her again--he took her ankles and placed them on each shoulder, and braced her arms over her head with one of his hands. Then he took his other hand and dragged it down her body, through her thick curls to her clitoris.

He gently rubbed it in a circular motion "Talk to me." She lay there for a moment, wondering what to do. The truth was, his hand on her clit felt so good--she felt so good. She felt dirty, and she liked the conrol he had over her. She liked the pain he was causing. He continued to rub her clit.

"Talk to me," he said again, more forcefully. "Tell me you're a whore."

"I'm a whore," she repeated, and to his surprise she arched her back into him slightly. "I'm such a dirty whore . . . please teach me a lesson. Punish me. Make love to me."

He groaned, and began the rythm of his hips, in and out, grimacing.

"Please, please . . . " she gasped, pushing her hips into him. "Fuck me. Treat me like the little slut I am. I'm so hot for you, so hot and wet . . . fuck me raw. Come inside me."

He began pushing into her harder--the pain was excruciating, so good--ripping into her, massaging her clit furiously, squeezing her knees together with an ankle on eacch shoulder. She could feel it building up now; he was going to orgasm inside her.

"Please, please daddy," she cried, "Come inside me! Oh, God, yes . . ." When he came, she felt it hitting the deepest parts of her, and the sensation causes her walls to shake and contract violently. She screamed, and he pulled out quickly.

His eyes had become frantic looking, and his breathing was heavier now than during the sex. He pushed her legs off him. He must've known she wouldn't tell anyone, because he didn't tellher not to--he simply puled his pants back on and, averting her eyes, said "Find one of Katie's shirts to wear. Use the back door." He scrambled into the master bath and slammed the door, leaving her gasping for breath, naked on his bed, covered in sweat.

Her mind was reeling. She burst into tears, wondering if she'd actually done this. She was in too much pain to move, and too much pain not to move. Sobbing, she ran out of the room.

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To be continued . . .

This is the first in a series about Lawrence's and Louise's affair . . . maybe even someone else? This will contain a little bit of everything, but for its general purpose I'm moving into the teen section.

Next chapter--Lawrence deals with a guilty conscience while Louise tries in vain to control her newfound lust. A kinky time will be had!

Attitude Adjustment

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 OK! So, here's one for you. My best friend and I grew up together, as a lot of best friends do, but in my parents home, we were taught to be more compassionate, tolerant, and accepting of other people, cultures, heritage, and what not. Julia was shorter than me, and much heavier, especially in the hips and thighs. She stood about four foot eight, and weighed somewhere close to 160 pounds, with shoulder length, blonde hair she kept permed most of the time, and soft blue eyes. Julia had a ruff life for the most part. She was born with thyroid problems for starters which helped to add to her weight problem. Her mother and dad had divorced and she got caught in the middle of a violent custody battle over her, when she was younger. Then she married at a very early age to a guy
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that was much older than she was. He became abusive to her and caused her to miscarry a pregnancy, before he left her.
  Despite all of these set backs, she went on, and I eventually helped get her a job where I worked. It was a great place to work, and there were always a lot of new people. We threw parties just for our work group and friends quiet often, many Julia did herself. She didn't drink often, but she drank excessively when she did, then she would take more than great pride in showing off her tattoo...which just happened to be on the inner part of her left breast. Anyway, we were having a party to celebrate the end of the peak season, and the great job we all had done getting through it. It was to be at Julia's house at the end of the week. One night while we were working, a black guy we both knew, and had worked with for a while, playfully slapped her on her butt as he walked by. Julia became outraged immediately, and almost got the guy fired for it.
 Later, that same week, another (African-American) female friend and I were talking, when Julia came up. I just happened to ask her about what happened, and she went into hysterics complaining about the guy slapping her on her ass. Then, as she turned and was walking away from us, she remarked, "I will never let a black man touch me and get away with it!" Unfortunately, the other girl also heard her remark. This is when I realized I didn't know as much of my friend as I though I did. When the night of the party came, everyone showed up, and things were going great. The music was blasting, people were enjoying themselves, and the games we had set up to play, even the food was outstanding.
 The young lady who was their when Julia made her remark suddenly pulled me to the side, "Look! The brothers are going to get a hold of Julia's ass tonight. They all like you a lot, and said they would be willing to let you stay, but only if you want to. They asked me to tell you ahead of time, and if you want to go, now might be the best time to leave. So, after its done, you can claim ignorance to it, and have an alibi." I didn't want this to happen, and I felt for Julia, but I remembered her callous remark, not to mention I felt interested as well and somewhat honored by them allowing me to stay, so I consented to stay, but not to take part in any way. She smiled and said, "Good! I'll tell them. Just be cool and watch, OK?" She left, and I began to follow Julia, watching her from a distance, while being careful not to let her know I was. She was already lit, and steadily drinking more. Before the party had started, she was wearing a loose fitting, black top, black, knit stirrup pants, white, slouch socks, charcoal gray tights, and her black Reeboks. By now she had already shed her shirt, and shoes, and was now in a black bikini top barely covering her C cup chest, pants, and socks.
 I noticed a group of the black men going around talking to the white party guests, who would soon after, leave. I have no clue what they would tell them, or say to them, but they apparently got the message, and soon I was the only white person there, besides for Julia, herself. As this was going on, I also noticed that a couple of the black guys were hovering around the table with the drinks. One of them pulled out a plastic tube, and poured a liquid into a drink. He stirred it up quickly, then another guy picked it up and took it to Julia. She was already three sheets in the wind, and hadn't noticed that there were no longer any white people at the party, besides for herself, and I. I couldn't help but giggle as she threw the drink back, gulping it down almost completely in the first swallow, as she continued doing things, paying no mind to anything around her.
 After a few minutes had passed, she began to wobble more than normal, and I would see her put a hand to her head, before taking another drink. "Its time, lets see how open to suggestions she is now from a black man." , I overheard one of the guys at the table of drinks said to the others. I sat down in a lawn chair and watched the events unfold. One of the guys began following her around the yard. I couldn't get exactly what he was saying, but it had something to do with a bet he had made with another guy, and he hammed up how he would feel ashamed if he didn't win the bet, and how simple, and easy it would be for him to win. Julia constantly kept telling him no, then would try to walk away, but he would follow her begging her like a child, until she finally consented. She leaned on the wood stairs that lead up to the above ground pool, and took off her socks, handing them to him. He thanked her with a big grin, and walked back to the table, as Julia stood shirtless, and almost barefoot, except for her stirrup pants, and her gray tights.
 I always though Julia was very pretty, and though she was pear shaped, she always looked somewhat attractive to me. I even found her chubby toes rather adorable, though you could only see the outline of her big toe's nail, I could imagine them painted rose red, as Julia normally kept them. I began to wonder if the guys knew she wore a toe ring on the second toe of her right foot? Probably not, nor do I think they cared, because it wasn't the little personal things they cared about, nor was that what they were after. The guy came back to the table, and said as he laughed," Yea, she's ready!" The young lady then approached me and told me to go stand in the kitchen, be quiet and just watch. I made my way into the kitchen of Julia's house, as the young lady had instructed me to do. It was dark, with no lights on, but some filtered in the doorway that lead to the living room. The guys came in shortly after I did, and began moving the furniture from the center of the living room. A few minutes later, the young lady came in leading Julia, as she was all but falling down from drinking, and probably from the concoction they had slipped her.
 The guys had went into the hallway before the young lady lead Julia in, and waited for the young lady's sign. She got Julia to the center of the living room, and laid helped her lay down on the floor. She tried to get Julia to lay on her back, with a sweet, convincing, tone in her voice, but Julia wouldn't do it. Julia kept saying she would get sick if she laid on her back, so she laid on her stomach instead. The young lady sat on the floor beside Julia for a while, then feeling safe, she spoke to Julia who did not reply. The young lady stood up, stepping over Julia's unconscious body to her feet, reached down picking up her legs by her ankles, then she slid the stirrup off both of Julia's heels, and let her legs fall to the floor. Julia didn't make a sound, as she was out cold. The young lady motioned for me, and I stepped in the lighted doorway that separated the kitchen and living room. She raised a finger to her lips, telling me to stay quiet, as she stood and went to the hallway. She beckoned the guys to follow, letting them know Julia was out, and ready to be taken. They filled into the living room, one after another, completely nude, except for ski masks. Though I knew them all pretty well, I could not even tell who was who.
 None of us spoke a word, and they seemed to totally ignore my presence, as they gathered around Julia. A couple of them sat down on the furniture, as the others got started. One guy moved over Julia's thigh, grasping the top of her pants, and pulled them off, then he stood and moved away tossing them at one of the other guys, then the next knelt down over her, above her thighs, and pulled her tights off. He looked at me, and though I couldn't see his mouth, I knew he was smiling, and he tossed them to me. I looked around in total surprise, but no one else was even batting an eye in my direction, so I quickly balled them up and shoved them in my pocket. The young lady moved about the room with a camera taking pictures of ever step they were taking, as another guy straddled Julia and took off her panties. He tossed them on an end table close to him, and looked around the room as he pointed constantly at himself, letting them know he was taking them as his prize.
 He was hung like I had never seen before, but they all seemed very well endowed. He stood, and spread Julia's legs out to the side, then got down on his knees between her legs, grabbing the top of her hips, pulling her up on her knees in a dog style position. She came into position without so much as a whimper. The man began to massage her clit with his finger, getting her wet. After a few minutes, he raised up, keeping a hand on her hip, grabbing his rod and began to rub it in her slit, as the young woman orbited them, making sure to get some close-ups, of her naked twat being played with and made hot by a black man. He then began to push it inside, as she moaned softly. He seemed to be having problems when he said in a low tone laughing as he spoke, "Damn this bitch is tight, I don't know if its going to fit or not." He placed his other hand on the other side of her hips, and pushed. Suddenly Julia's body shifted forwards, as she made a slight grunting sound, and the guy exclaimed softly as he slid deep inside her warm cunt. Julia's body began to easy back as the guy looked down at her. He raised up, leaning a little forwards over her, and began working her. He would push her ass slowly forward and upwards as he would arch his back away from her, then pull her back hard as he would simultaneously arch his back towards her, like a well rehearsed dance.
 I wondered what it must feel like as I watched him proceed to have his way with her. I would have to stifle my laughter as Julia would let out an occasional moan or groan and her limp arms laying astride her would slightly bounce, when he would shove his snake deep inside her womb. The longer he went the harder and faster he would go, while the young woman kept taking pictures of it all, making sure to get close ups on Julia's kat hungrily gobbling up the black meat it was being fed. Soon the guy tilted his head back, as one of the others said rather loudly, "Pull out!" Followed by another one remarking in about the same tone, "Nah! Blow yer load in dat' bitch! If she gets pregnant, who cares." I started to speak up, but then I remember my place was only token, so I remained quiet, as the guy doing Julia suddenly pulled her hips tightly against himself, letting go of his juice deep inside of her. I watched her leg muscles twitch and flinch, and her cute red toes draw up for a moment then slowly relax, telling me she had orgasm as well.
 The next three guys followed the same scenario, then the fifth guy said, "Ya'll can hit that all ya want, but its time to tap that big ass!" As we laughed about it, he slid into her a couple of times to get his shaft wet, then he began forcing it into her anus. "She ain't going to be so anal retentive when I'm done with it!" The guy said as Julia let out a deep sighing breath of pain. The guy grunted and strained as he pushed trying to penetrate her, as Julia moaned and softly let out an occasional sob of pain. Finally, one of the others threw the guy a bottle of KY Jelly, so he rubbed it all over his cock, then around her orifice, and went back to gain entry into her rear. He pushed, and pushed, and strained, as Julia continued to just let out moans of pain, until the guy finally went deep into her bowels. As he penetrated, Julia's whole body seemed to shift violently forward. I felt rather sorry for her, but I couldn't help but giggle with delight as she was getting hers...in the end, literally.
 Ten black studs unloaded inside of Julia that night, through one hole or another. By the time the night was through, Julia laid flat on her back, spread eagle, with her womb so full of jizz it was swollen out. Jizz, mixed with blood, and KY Jelly ran from both of the holes in her lower half. Several rolls of film told the story, more than completely, and as the night ended, everyone went their own ways, swearing to keep it a secret, leaving her laying there on the floor. As for Julia, she was mysteriously missing from work for the next week, and I could never reach her by phone. When I finally did see her again, neither of us made mention of that night. After sometime, we drifted somewhat apart as friends, I don't know if it was because of what happened and/or what she knew or remembered of it or not. I seen her a couple of times after that though, one night in a late night restaurant with a black guy. Then again, about seven months after the party, and she was clearly with child. I laughed despite myself in hind sight of it all, and now I knew she had somewhat of a change of attitude towards others.