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Chapter 11 Deflowering Cheryl

     “I get her cherry.  It’s my truck brought her,” said Jerome staking his dubious claim to Cheryl’s virginity.

     A dispute had broken out among Jerome’s crew about who would have the honor of deflowering Cheryl Whittaker.  I knew her last name because she told Corrine.

      Corrine was thoroughly disgusted with the idea of taking Cheryl’s virginity but there wasn’t anything she could do about it other than help her through the experience.

      Jerome’s speedball had brought her awake and alert, perhaps too alert.  She took one look around and freaked out.  Why wouldn’t she?  One minute you’re climbing into the brand new Corvette your daddy gave you for your high school graduation when someone grabs you from behind.  Before you can scream, a hand covers your mouth. You feel a sharp prick in your arm and everything goes black.  You wake up in football field sized room full of sets for making television commercials.  You are naked with a freshly shaved pussy surrounded by seven out-of-the-ghetto black man arguing over who gets to fuck you first.  It had to be disorienting.

      Strangest of all, there is an attractive white couple present.  The wife’s dressed in sexy lingerie and there is a big wet spot in the crotch of her thong.  Her handsome husband seems nice but he’s obviously not in charge.

     Cheryl reacted normally.  She panicked and starts screaming. It took a couple of bitch slaps from Morgan to calm her down.  That didn’t worry me too much.  Corrine had previously demonstrated to the Morgan that pancake makeup could hide facial bruises so knocking her about wasn’t a problem.

      Corrine assumed the role of facilitator.  “It’s going to be all right, Cheryl.  Just do what they ask then you can go home,” said Corrine.  My wife was sitting on the bed her arm around the girl who had one hand covering her breasts and the other her crotch.  Given we’d all watched Corrine shave her pussy and asshole, her modesty seemed somewhat after the fact.

      “Who are you,” asked Cheryl?

      “I’m Corrine and I’m here to help you get through this.”

      “Through what?  What happened”?  Who shaved me?” said Cheryl asking her questions in rapid fire.

      “I shaved you because they ordered me to,” said Corrine.

      At this point, Morgan took over briefing Cheryl.  He took a seat on the bed bracketing her between him and Corrine.  “Your daddy owes us money.  That’s why you’re here.”

      “My dad’s a car dealer and he’s rich.  Why would he owe you money?” asked Cheryl.

      “He likes to gamble and he’s had a run of bad luck.  He made a lot of bets he can’t cover.  You’re going to help him pay it back by starring in our movie.”

      “Movie, I don’t know anything about movies.  I’m majoring in Industrial Engineering,” said Cheryl who seemed slow on the uptake.  Maybe it was the dope screwing up her brain.

      “You’re going to have the lead role in a porn flick titled Cheryl Loses Her Cherry,” said Morgan with a big grin on his face.  The man loved his work especially when it required instilling fear and humiliating white folks.

      “No, I won’t allow it, no way,” said Cheryl looking around at everyone with a defiant look on her face.

      “Sorry, no is not an option.  My man Kelso is going to do the honors,” said Morgan obviously enjoying his little chat with Cheryl.  He’d also made an executive decision about who got her first.

      “Who’s Kelso,” asked Cheryl looking around at Jerome’s crew?

       Jerome looked particularly disappointed he hadn’t won the Cherry Popping Contest.  Kelso appeared ecstatic.

      “Yo, that’s me,” said Kelso moving closer to the bed.

      “Corrine, show Cheryl what Kelso’s got for her,” said Morgan.

      Morgan’s reason for picking Kelso was obvious; nine thick inches of rock hard penis complemented with testicles the size of navel oranges.  It was an instrument fully capable of wrecking even the most cock resistant hymen. 

     Corrine, moving rapidly from the role of facilitator to fluffer, dropped to her knees and reached for the tab on Kelso’s zipper in one graceful movement.  After a quick unzip, she reached in and pulled out his very impressive manhood.  Of course, I’d seen and envied it before. 

     In spite of its formidable appearance, Corrine had proven on multiple occasions it wasn’t too large to fit in her orifices.  Still, for innocent young Cheryl, the sight of Corrine’s white hand wrapped around Kelso’s enormous black dick must have been a frightening sight.  Its one thing for a nice Caucasian girl to lie in bed and masturbate over a good looking black entertainer, but it’s a whole different ball game when she finds herself surrounded by ghetto trash bent on rape and mayhem. 

      “What do you think,” asked Morgan?

      “It’s too big,” said Cheryl swallowing hard as she stared at the large and growing cock my wife was stroking.  Everyone including me laughed at her.

      “Don’t worry, darling.  Kelso will make it fit,” said Kelso.

      “You don’t understand. I took a holy vow not to have sex until I’m married.  I swore in church before a statute of Virgin Mary to remain chaste until my wedding night,” said Cheryl.

      “Corrine, fluff Kelso while I explain to Cheryl her daddy’s gambling debts have cancelled her vow,” said Morgan.

      Cheryl watched wide-eyed as Corrine began to noisily apply her hands and mouth to Kelso’s penis.  Morgan let her watch for a minute before he began to bait her again.

      “You like to suck cock,” asked Morgan still seated with his arm around her?

      “No, it’s a sin to have sex unless you’re married,” said Cheryl at last dropping the arm covering her small breasts.

      “Corrine’s married but not to Kelso.  Tom, your director is her husband.  He gets off watching his wife suck Kelso’s cock.  Don’t you, Tom?” 

       “Yes, I get off,” I said admitting the obvious.  My trousers had tented.   Morgan had informed his crew on several occasions about my unnatural desires. 

      “Look, I can’t do this.  You’ll have to get someone else,” said Cheryl making me wonder if she was in shock or just plain stupid.

      “No, sorry, you’re the one.  This is how it works.  Corrine will find you something sexy to wear.  Tom will put a tiny microphone in your ear so he can give you direction.  Then we start making your movie.  You do and say exactly what Tom tells you and in three hours, you will be back home safe.  Of course, you won’t be a virgin anymore.  You’ll be a whore but let’s face it you were going to wind up that way eventually.”

      “You don’t understand I can’t do this.  It’s immoral,” said Cheryl.

      Morgan was losing patience.  Out came the needle nose pliers and the switchblade.  He pushed Cheryl back on the bed and sat on her.  She screamed when he captured her nipple in the pliers.  He pulled her nipple further than you would have thought possible, as he took his switchblade out, clicked it open and placed it against the base of her nipple.  Cheryl was screaming for him to stop.

      “You want me to cut your nipples off and FedEx them to Whittaker Chevrolet,” demanded Morgan holding the blade against the side of her breast.

      As I said before, needle nose pliers complimented by the sharp edge of a six-inch blade win every argument. 

      Between screams, Cheryl agreed to perform.  However, I have to admit, the result differed from the others.  Cheryl was just too frightened and inexperienced to be convincing as a white woman reveling in black cock.  She got through the dildo scene all right but she was a terrible cocksucker even after Corrine at Morgan’s direction gave her a short lesson in oral gratification of the male sex organ.

      For the scene where Kelso took Cheryl’s cherry I did something creative.  She still refused to cooperate so I fed her dialogue about fantasizing a black gang rape where she lost her virginity.  Jerome’s crew had to hold her down.  Two of the guys held her ankles lifting and spreading her legs while Jamal pinned her shoulders.  Corrine lubricated her opening and stretched it open so I could film her hymen.  A pinkish membrane of flesh stood guard at the entrance to the well of life.  It was the first time I’d ever seen one which puts me in the company of most men.  Today’s girls borrow their mom’s dildos and take care of it when they’re preteen.  How many males can truthfully claim they have popped a cherry?

     Cheryl was busy praying the rosary with her eyes closed; no doubt wishing it was all a bad dream and she would wake soon back in her dormitory room.  At least I think the Pater Noster was what she was muttering.  I’m a lapsed Catholic but I recognized the Our Father.

        I was lying across the bottom of the bed with a hand held camera when Kelso took position between her legs.   Corrine had fluffed him to the max.  It was going to be a tight fit.

     Jerome’s crew was gathered close by to watch the historic moment.

     “Take it slow.  Move only on my command,” I whispered as he positioned his cockhead at her opening.  The touch of his member caused Cheryl to open her mouth and scream for the Lord Almighty to send the Angel Gabriel to save her honor.  I listened carefully but I didn’t hear the flapping of wings.

   My camera lens was less than a foot from Cheryl’s vagina.  I was determined to capture her deflowering in an artistic fashion I could be proud of.  Fortunately, Kelso was lean and his skinny thighs did not block my shot.   I was shooting between his legs straight at her vagina.  Her pink asshole was slightly gaped open no doubt anticipating penetration in the immediate future. The five robotic cameras were capturing all other angles.

     I directed him to go into where he touched her hymen then stop.  I had him repeat the initial entry two more times.  Corrine had applied plenty of lubricant but it still took a hard shove to wedge her open.

     Cheryl was screaming like a banshee between calls for the Virgin Mary to save her from a fate worse than death.   She was twisting her body to avoid contact.  Kelso demonstrated his knowledge of proper rape technique by pinning her thighs down with his kneecaps.

     “This is how you hold a bitch still so you can get inside,” said Kelso pressing his knees into the soft flesh of her inner thigh.  I didn’t doubt it hurt.

     “Be all over in a minute, honey, and you’ll be a whore just like your Mama,” said Kelso to reassure Cheryl.

     “Now, go to the hymen, stop for a count of three then push forward but just enough to get past her cherry,” I said.

     The camera captured his body tensing when he was ready to punch through.  Then a quick shove ahead with a slight hesitation as the hymen resisted Kelso’s blunt instrument.  Kelso’s muscles tensed as he struggled for a moment before lurching forward a couple of inches.  A narrow trickle of blood seeped out of her vagina and down to her anus.

      “I’m through,” announced Kelso with bravado.  “My name’s Kelso Warren so you know who did you the first time.”

      I found it hard to picture Cheryl telling a future husband her first time was with a black rapist named Kelso Warren but at least she knew his full name.

      “Now, go in slow as far as you can,” I said.

      The camera captured the slow descent of Kelso’s penis to the point his balls touched her buttocks.  Cheryl squalled in pain and humiliation as her virtue was despoiled.

     Best yet from my perspective was a ring of blood immediately formed around her vaginal opening?  I filmed several drops falling on the white sheets.   I felt like I was transcending pornography to arrive at something that bordered on art.  When I told Corrine that latter, she said I was full of shit.

     I directed Kelso to pull out so Corrine could once again open and illuminate the no longer innocent aperture.  I had my before and after shots of her vagina.

     “She’s all yours, Kelso,” I said getting off the bed.  The deed was done.  Cheryl the Virgin was now Cheryl the Whore.  Kelso responded to the solemn moment by placing her legs on his shoulders, bending her double and pounding away.  Cheryl’s screams turned to quiet sobs.

     “This is one tight little pussy,” said Kelso as he thrust into her.  

     The next day with my editing system I slowed down Kelso’s penetration.  Remember the beginning of the first Star Wars film where Darth Vader’s imperial battle cruiser is pursuing Princess Leila’s smaller ship and it passes right over the camera.  It seems to take forever.

     Through some clever editing including adding a sound track, I was able to achieve the same thing with Kelso’s cock slowly, very slowly, gliding into Cheryl’s vagina.  You would have thought his penis was a yard long.

      I felt a little hurt when I showed my work to Corrine and her only comments were, “Why are men so fixated on virginity?  Why is being the first to stick your dick in a woman so fucking important?”  I didn’t know the answer so I stayed quiet.

      The rest of the film followed the usual script.  Cheryl’s anal virginity didn’t seem to matter to her outside of the pain of having her sphincter stretched and rectum expanded.  However, Jerome acted like he had just climbed Mt. Everest without oxygen after he pushed his prick past her well-lubricated sphincter and entered her unexplored rectum.  He high-fived Jamal and Levar.

      Interesting I told myself when they placed Corrine on top of Cheryl for mutual oral.  I’d expected her to object citing the horrible nature of such an act; but she stuck her tongue on Corrine’s well-fucked pussy and gave it a generous lick.  I noticed a sea change in attitude of our former virgin.  Where Cheryl had at best tolerated multiple penetrations by Jerome’s crew, she exhibited enthusiasm for eating Corrine’s pussy.  And for the first time, she achieved an orgasm from my wife’s talented mouth.

      I filmed a different ending than my regular six-on-one semen facial.  Instead, actors took turns jacking off on Cheryl’s tongue, covering it with their magic elixir.  After she not so proudly displayed her treasure to the camera, I directed her to swallow.

     After consuming six loads of jism, she followed my direction to smile at the camera and wave bye.     The moment I yelled, “Cut,” she hurried to the nearest trash receptacle and puked her guts out.

     Jerome’s crew went into hysterics at the sight of her heaving in a large Rubbermaid barrel.  I didn’t think it was that funny especially since I had to wash out the barrel before I left.