Chapter 2 - Meiday

  Not much happened till Friday.

  The topic of studying with other people hadn't been brought up at all, while we arranged to go on a proper date on Sunday.

  But Friday when we parted ways I wanted to double-check.

"You know, I won't go Mei's if you don't want me to."

"No, no, you go. Really. It's okay."

"But won't it bother you?"

"Oh, of course it bothers me!" said Lara with an almost-psychotic enthusiasm that I couldn't begin to fathom. "But you have to go now."

"I won't."

"Well, you do whatever you want, but my plans aren't changing."

  Is that so? 

  On Saturday morning I woke up groggy and upset. Did we seriously have to be so childish? I messaged her, asking what was up.

  She sent me a text saying she was busy cleaning up in order to receive her partner. It's like she was trying to make me angry. I supposed that she was.

Lara: I just have no idea what to wear.

Me: What does it matter?

  Why would she torture me this way? I couldn't even enjoy breakfeast. My hand shook as I held the phone, reading all these idiotic messages that I knew very well were meant to trigger me and make me upset. 

Lara: I just want to look good for him.

  I threw the phone against the wall. Thankfully, I'm so much of a weakling that I got it back unharmed and wrote a reply.

Me: That's nice of you.

  Lara stayed quiet. I went and called Mei, then got dressed and headed out.

  As I waited in the bus stop, Lara sent me a selfie. Her hair and makeup had both been done. But it what she wore that startled me. One of those turtlenecks with a cleavage cutout, the tops of her wide and round breasts bursting out from the fabric, the opening less than an inch away from hitting her nipples.

  I had never seen her wear anything like it. And now she was wearing it for that fucking guy?

  The sweater hugged her athletic form as it came down, but went down so low that I couldn't tell what else she had on. Whether she wore panties, boxers, shorts, or nothing at all I couldn't say. 

Lara: Do you think he'll like me this way?

  I could only reply one thing.

Me: Go fuck yourself. 

  I put the phone on silent and slid it into my pocket and boarded the bus when it came. Later, my weakness hit in and I checked to see.

Lara: I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry, I'll wear something even nicer for you tomorrow. I'll talk to you later, have fun! :)

  Triggering didn't begin to cover this.

  If I had any balls at all, I knew I would've went straight to her house, slapped her into submission, and fucked her silly for this sort of nonsense.

  Instead, I rode the bus and went to see Mei.

"You're late," she told me.

  She welcome me inside her crummy apartment. For some reason, most of the blinds were shuttered, and I could hear music playing softly from one of the rooms.

"Can I get you a drink or anything?"

"Nah. Let's just get it over with." 

  Mei certainly wore nothing of note for my sake. She, too, had a sweater on, but hers was thick and covered up just about everything, while a pair of black jeans obscured the curves of her lower body. Only her feet were left bare, the nails painted black, unlike the hands she kept so clean and simple.

  As I entered her bedroom I started to realize that, come to think of it, I knew just about nothing about her outside of school. In my mind, I imagined a quiet and gentle girl that likely listened to K-pop when she was being honest with herself, and classical music when she wanted to show off, that kept her whole room in order and possibly had some regular pet like a cat.

  But her room was all-black, with posters of bands plastered all over the walls, clothes covering the majority of the floor, plus a bunch of cans of Red Bull lying on the floor some empty ice cream tubs that lay there like plastic coffins. 

  Did she even make a move to clean?

"I know, it's messy."

  Messy? More like a pigsty. 

  In any case, we sat down to go over our project. As it turned out, Mei had done most of it by herself. We did some double-checking, I offered my input here and there, and half an hour later we put it aside, done with the whole thing.

"What's with you?" she asked me. "You keep checking your phone."

"I'm just upset."

"Why?" 

  I started off with a simple sentence, but ended up unloading on her with everything, trying to convey just how much jealousy was eating me up from the inside out.

"Oh, don't worry! I think Lara's just messing with you."

"You think so?"

"Yes. I mean, she put that on for you. To get to you. Not for him. Remember that." 

  Maybe she had a point. This could all have just been one big tease to get back to me. For all I knew, she could've been at the library right now with that guy, working with him in a cool and professional manner. 

  Maybe. 

  But thinking back on Monday and the way that guy had touched her arm and how she had smiled at him made me question that.

"What would you do?" 

  Mei laughed. "Me? I can't even get the courage to go see my boyfriend. What would I do? What I always do: not a thing."

  Boyfriend? "Since when do you have a boyfriend?"

  Mei gave me an annoyed look. "What, you think you know everything about me?" 

  She began to explain to me that she had met her boyfriend online, but though he only lived in the neighboring city, she never dared to go meet him.

"What if he doesn't like me? What if something happens on the way? I just can't do it..."

"What is he like?"

  The question made her hesitant. "I don't know. He's nice." 

"You don't want to tell me?"

  She clicked her tongue. "This is between us? I won't say a word to Lara, and you keep this to yourself. Okay? Well, my boyfriend is 46." 

  46? Did I hear that right?

"I love him!" she yelled, trying to convince me though I hadn't said a word. "He's good to me."
  She explained to me the two of them had met online long before she knew his age, and that he had even deceived her about it for a while due to the worry that she would try to get rid of him.

  As any sensible girl would've done.

"But we worked things out. Still, I can't really go see him, and I'm too afraid to invite him here. His name is Frank."

  I suggested that she could have just gone with her parents or her brother.

"Are you stupid? You think they would allow that? If they knew, they'd take away my phone, my laptop, and my internet. They'd probably lock me inside here and throw away the keys." 

"Hell, I would've taken you myself if you asked," I found myself saying. 

  At first she said nothing, but then became very thoughtful. "Would you really?"

  Uh-oh... I was trying to be polite, but it seemed she had taken it literally. 

  Mei grabbed my arms and looked me in the eyes. "Would you do this for me?"

"What about your guy?" 

"I'll tell him your my brother and that you're bringing me. Come on!" 

  A whole lot of energy flooded from her right into me, and I found myself saying, "Sure, whatever."

  Mei jumped up. "I'm going to message him!"

"What - today?"

"Well, when?! Yes, today!" 

  Christ, what I gotten myself into? At the very least she seemed happy. And going back to my place just so I could worry about Lara and what she was up to didn't seem like much of a plan.

  Mei messaged her guy and asked me to turn around so she could get dressed.

  I pretended to, but kept peeking all the same. 

  First, she pulled out of her jeans, taking out one thick leg after another. Her thighs looked too big for me to grasp them even with both my hands. Then she took off her sweater... 

  There was no bra. Gazing at her from behind, I could see her massive breasts poking into view past sides of her chest, the outrageous outline of her curves unfolding beyond the reach of her torso. They were so much bigger than they looked squished into her tank tops. 

  I couldn't believe that lucky son of a bitch got her, especially at his age. He was almost three decades older, likely a loser, hooking up with a bright and thicc teenager. 

  I wondered just what exactly he offered her. 

  While I never went out of my way to get Mei, she had always seemed like a safe back-up plan. Now, I kind of felt jealous twice over. Even my back-up plan was taken by some guy.

  Mei struggled to put on a black lolita dress that came with an incorporated corset. But the strings were at the back, and she had a hard time tying it up. 

"Can you help me, maybe?"

  I got up and tried, but failed. We ended up getting our advice from a Youtube vid and finally got it done. 

  When she turned around my dick struggled. 

  The lower part of the dress came down past her thighs, but not so far that one couldn't see just how meaty and welcoming they were. The corset cinched her waist tightly, blowing the already voluptuous size of her breasts. The low-cut revealed her huge breasts and the deep cleavage between them, framed in by a bunch of frills. 

  To top it all, she put on a black choker, then slipped into a lacquered pair of black heels that came with silver spikes at the back. 

  We headed out together in search of the right bus.

  On the way, Lara texted me.

Lara: How's it going? 

Me: Fine. Working hard.

Lara. Ahhh, poor you... 

Me: What about you?

Lara: I'm out for lunch.

Me: Alone? 

  She sent me something. In the upper part of the picture, I could see the guy sitting at the opposite side of the table, his muscular arms stretched out over it. But at the bottom, I got a perfect view of Lara's POV, and the deep, deep shadows that lay between her silky, smooth, pale breasts. 

  She had worn that top after all.

  So much for trusting Mei's judgment. 

  My girlfriend was acting slutty with a black guy while I was chaperoning some idiot to her date. 
  I kept looking at her cleavage in the pic, knowing that guy was likely staring at it right now, maybe even touching it. 

  My heart beat so fast I thought it would burst. 

  By the time we got in the bus, I was so worked up that I simply collapsed on the chair, with tears of rage in my eyes. My phone buzzed, but I couldn't care less about what else she had to say.

"What's wrong?" asked Mei.

  I showed her the picture without saying a word.

"I'm so sorry..." 

  She settled down next to me, trying to give comfort. "These things happen, you know."

  Strangely, her hand went out to my head and she began to caress my hair, doing so in a fashion that felt perversely motherly..

  My eyes went down to her lower body, and I could see that the dress had come up when she sat down, exposing her slutty thighs. The space between me and the window was far too tight for her formidable butt, and her legs pressed into me, all soft and warm..

  Without the slightest hesitation, I reached down and put my hand on them. So smooth. So warm. I had never understood how human skin could be silky-smooth given my experience, but touching her gave me that exact sensation. My fingers slid over the surface over her legs effortlessly... 

  Mei looked at me with a frightened expression. "What are you doing?"

  I couldn't think. I was too breathless. Too angry with life. "Shut up," I snapped. 

"Okay," she said obediently, turning her face to the window.

  I simply went on touching her leg. I wondered what Lara would think of that. Better yet, I wondered what her boyfriend would think of that. What would he think knowing I was touching her before he ever did, though he waited for months or years? If someone could do that with Lara, why couldn't I?

  It was only when I heard her sobbing that I sighed and stopped, taking my hand away.

  Slowly, Mei regained her composure and things returned to normal. I didn't say a thing about it and neither did she.

Lara: What, no response?

Lara: You're so fickle. Or maybe you're having too nice a time with your friend, hmm?

Lara: Don't worry, I'll tell you all about my great day tomorrow.

  When got off in the city and went in search of Mei's elusive Frank. As we rode, I couldn't help thinking how strange this all was. How exactly would a 46-year-old wait for all this time for Mei? Surely, he either must've been some antisocial grotesque that posed a literal danger to us, or some family guy that wanted to have her way with her and little else. 

  As it happened, it was the former. 

  Frank waddled over across the platform. At first I assumed he was simply a bum. He was black, very short, and stocky, with a huge belly that lapped over his belt and the shirt failed to cover up entirely. He was also balding, and had a lazy eye. 

  A real beauty.

  As he caught speed on his way towards us, I nearly ran, thinking he was moments away from stabbing us with some AIDS-infected needles or something.

  But Mei went over to him and they embraced, his sleazy hands coming around to land right on her ass, right there in the station. Everyone passing by watched the exhibition, but none more than me.

  How could this be? Yet another black guy. 

  Whatever...

  After a quick introduction, I followed them around like a dog, watching as they gave each other little kisses and strolled hand in hand. It was so absurd. In those heels she looked so tall as to make him look like a dwarf.

  Yet... They seemed to love each other. 

  At some point we all got ice cream and relaxed on the park bench. I watched as Frank put his hands on her thighs, something she accepted and wanted, just not from me. She only wanted those old black hands to touch her legs. 

 Mei giggled and giggled, laughing at just about everything he said, looking so happy and pleased with her life. Of course, when her parents called asking about her whereabouts, she talked with me pretending we were still back home. 

  Ice cream dripped from her mouth as she ate and went past her chin, falling onto the vast landscape of her exposed cleavage. It coursed down the sweeping curve of her breast, and trailed between her breasts.

  Frank wiped it from the starting point with his fingers, his gnarled black fingers, tracing his way between her breasts, where his hand slid in momentarily. 

  Mei reddened brightly and looked down, giggling helplessly. 

  What a fucking whore...

  Frank caught my eye and winked at me.

"Why don't we go chill at my place?" he asked.

  Mei accepted the invitation before I could even speak. 

"You better not take much longer," I warned her. "I want to get back home."

"Yes... Okay." 

  Frank's apartment looked a lot better than he did, though it was strangely empty. Nothing on the walls, no pictures anywhere. Only a bunch of books stacked in the shelves, the furniture and electronics cleaned spotless. 

  He offered us some drinks. 

  Mei and I sat together in the living room, waiting.

"Thank you for this," she said softly.

  Frank came back and sat next to her on the couch opposite mine. It took less than a minute before the two started making out candidly, right before my eyes. He grabbed hold of her legs and brought them into his lap, stroking them as a loving father, while his hand came up to cup her chin and bring her mouth to his toad lips. 

  They kissed loudly, their wet tongues smacking against one another, Mei no doubt trying to figure out what she was doing. She trembled with excitement, her arms wrapping around his neck. 

  I could feel myself getting uncomfortably hard as I watched this.

  I reached out to check my phone, but there no new messages.

  It occurred to me that I could simply enjoy this later. I set my phone to film, locked it, and carefully held it in such a way that it captured everything that went on across from me. 

  The setting sure was homemade. And as for Mei, well, talk about amateur...

  Slowly, Frank shifted her weight into his lap, getting her legs to spread around him, while his hands went down to squeeze her ass and lift up her dress.

"My brother..." Mei started. 

  I wasn't her fucking brother, and I prayed he wouldn't say anything. Thankfully, he did not. Perhaps he relished the idea of doing this in front of her family. Either way...

  Her dress came up inch by painful inch, leaving her beautiful white ass out for my enjoyment. Frank slapped it and dug his greedy little hands into it. 

  All of this would be going on film for posterity. 

  But the dress soon came up altogether, followed by his hands that went round to unhook her bra. Mei's tried to ward it off, but he quickly brushed her futile attempts to stop him aside aside, unclasped her bra, and threw it right next to me.

  Her breasts fell right into his face, and Frank buried himself in them, kneading them roughly, the young white flesh kneading to his hungry dark fingers. From where I sat, I could hear the gross way in which he sucked, pulled, and bit on her virgin nipples.

  Mei moaned weakly and shivered, unused to such treatment... But at the same time her soft hands caressed his bald pate and grinded against his crotch. 

  She wanted and needed it. 

  Just a slut in need of a daddy.

  Here she was, my childhood friend, the sweet nerd from school, giving herself over with desire for a black cock to a man over twice her age, knowing that I was right behind her and watching their every move. 

  His hand came down to spank her every so often, sending her huge ass rippling in waves of fat. Over time, he got it red with his marks, marking the fertile young white girl as property for his old black cock alone. 

  Outside, it was getting dark. Fun as this was, we needed to be off soon if we would catch the last bus.

  But Frank got up, still holding her in his arms, somehow capable of carrying her whole weight with ease despite his unimpressive stature. 

  He turned and started to carry her to the bedroom, to his lair, while Mei's face rested on his hairy shoulder. I'll never forget that expression. Her eyes were half-closed with uncontrollable erotica pleasure, as if drugged, while her little white teeth bit hard into her lower lip. 

  I turned off the filming and looked at what I had captured, amazed at the footage.

  I... I couldn't wait to get home and jack off to it...

  The springs of the bed went off as Frank set her down in the other room. Mei laughed and said something inaudible, but then there was silence. 

  I got up and tried to sneak in there. 

  The door was open. 

  Mei was on her back on the bed and Frank lay on top of her, fucking her in a mating press position, her pale legs wrapped around his dark and hairy body, her ankles meeting to go over one another and squeeze him into a constant hold. 

  I started filming again, only so that I could start hearing their kisses once more and her soft moans, along with his bestial grunts as he plunged his cock deep inside.

  They could've turned around to watch me at any point. But I didn't care. Not anymore. 
  Frank fucked her senseless until she began to scream, and finally I saw his body arch as he plunged inside her one final time, spilling his seed as deep as it could go. 

  There it was. He had just filled her up with his cum.

  I ran back as he rolled off of her, waiting back on the couch for a new development. 

  Mei soon came out of the room and padded towards me, wearing only his shirt. It was drenched in sweat, copying the heft and shape of her breasts perfectly, while her long, bullet-hard nipples pressed through.

  God, but he was lucky. I never knew she looked like this. That she could be so... filthy.

"Are we going?" I asked. 

"That's the thing... I was wondering if we could stay a little longer."  

  Outside it was dark. There were only forty minutes left. 

"I want to catch that bus."

"You know," she started, "there's a bus in the early morning too. At six, I think."

 Six? Had she lost her mind? "I hope you're joking."

"Please," she whispered, looking desperate. "I need this. We're already here. It's already late. Soon we'll sleep. What difference does it make?" 

"No. You can come on your own another time. This already went beyond what was asked of me."
  She sighed, commiserating for my position. "I know, I know. This isn't fair towards you. But I'm begging you. If I go back now, I won't be able to find another excuse to come here again. Not so soon. Just help me cover up and let me have this. Please. Please. I've begged anyone for anything. I'm begging you. I'll make it up to you."

  As desperate as a child, and just as cute. 

  Just that Daddy stopped giving her candy and offered her a big black cock instead. And if she loved that as much as she loved, candy, well...

  I stared at her, at her heavy, swaying chest and the way it rose and fell with her fast breaths, and then at her legs. A stream of cum was slowly trickling down, glimmering in the low light.

"At five?" I asked her again.

"At five!" 

  That would give me enough time to get ready and see Lara. "Fine. But you owe me."

  Truth be told, I enjoyed this too. 

  They never did leave that bedroom from that moment on. I finally opened the videos and started to jerk off to them, simultaneously hearing them fuck for real in the other room. 

  Later, when her sounds got too intense to ignore, I rose and went to the door again, looking in. 

  Mei was face-down and ass-up, facing the door, while Frank knelt behind her, his hands fighting for a hold on her fat ass as he fucked her mercilessly from behind, his belly resting on top of her body.

  Even muffled, her moans and cries were loud, as were the wet sounds of his sagging balls slapping against her young virgin pussy. His eyes wandered to me but he said nothing.  

  He grabbed Mei by the hair and yanked her up on all fours, pummeling her from behind in perfect unison with her rising pitch. Her eyes rolled back in a flood of pleasure as she began to come, her mouth opening to let out her drooling tongue.

  Her cowtits were slapping everywhere, until he grabbed hold of both and squeezed them as hard as he could, causing her to shriek at the top of her voice. The more pain he delivered, the greater her orgasm seemed to become. 

 He stuck his fingers into her mouth and grabbed her tongue, then brought her head back for a loving kiss.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please," she said in a low, syrupy tone, "please fuck your little white slut. Please breed me and black me. Put a black baby in my white tummy."  

  He wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her back, his own body falling against the bed as he slowly brought her up into a full nelson hold, placing her head between her legs and locking his arms behind her head. 

  Mei's massive tits were getting squeezed together by her thick thighs, her face contracting in extreme agony as he forced her into the most uncomfortable position, her chest chest and shiny with sweat and drool that fell from her face. 
 
  His huge cock thrust as deep as it could as she screamed and begged for nothing but the total destruction of her insides. My own hand went to my cock instinctively, seeking to share in all the pleasure...

  Frank groaned like an angry god as his monster cock ripped through her teen pussy for one last time, filling her up with all the cum she so desperately desired.

  Mei rubbed her clit as fast as she could with both hands, while violent spasms shook her body to the core of her being. She began to squirt, sending a jet of wetness far enough into the air to hit my own face. Her mouth opened to unleash the loudest cry imaginable, but nothing came out. Not even a scream could cover this amount of pain and pleasure all at once. 

  At last, her fertile and virgin pussy had been claimed by a real man, by a strong, well-endowed black man that happened to be older than her own father  and that understood her needs and used her as the gutter-whore that she recognized herself to be. 

  Yet another white teen that knew her placed and embraced it fully.

  I couldn't believe I was having such thoughts, but weren't they true?

  I wondered what Lara was up to...
