My next door neighbor, Lucas

I’m literally stuck between the couch and this man, who is revealed to be none other than my next-door neighbor, Lucas Brown, a black man in his mid-50s. What frightens me is not that I cannot remove myself from this position nor that I cannot push Lucas away from me, but the appearance of four other black men in my peripheral vision. I cannot begin to imagine how they got into my house or why they are here, together, in the first place. The man who has a hold of my hair pushes my head onto his cock, which is getting harder by the minute. I can’t help but be **** to take the large penis, the crown of which is widening my jaws more than they can handle. Once his flesh reaches my tonsils, my gag reflex kicks in and I writhe and swing my head back and forth, my protests muffled into whimpering moans, wishing I could take in a breath of fresh air.

Lucas relents, and the cock unceremoniously exits and flops out of my mouth. I cough from the onslaught done to my mouth and throat and I wheeze in a breath or two, not even noticing the mess of saliva mixed with the musk of his crotch drooling in thick ribbons down my chin and upon my chest. “College did not do you any good, bitch. I heard you sucked off a dozen cocks in your romp through the dorms,” Lucas comments.

“Charles sure did let me fuck him in all of his holes during those countless hours of studying. Regardless of what our grades were, this slut has studied my cock much more than he studied for midterms and finals,” a familiar voice explains, mocking my antics in college as a male-turned-female, all thanks to a convenient little pink pill. Lucas yanks the hair back, letting me see whoever is talking. The figure appears from behind my neighbor and my stomach falls to the floor. There standing over me, as dominant as he was fucking me senseless during all of our breaks from school, is my college roommate Jeffrey. He was more of a bully than a roommate. While he was a cool dude when I was Charles, his demeanor towards me as Charlene changed drastically. Whenever I had breasts and a pussy, he always asserted his superiority over me. I was not like the other girls on campus. To him, I was less than them. And maybe I should thank him, for making me enjoy being a female more than in my original gender.

“There’s no question why our classmates called him gay,” says another voice. As Lucas maneuvers me to the coffee table, resting my torso across the top surface while my lower body hangs over the side, the other three figures in the room are revealed. While they are older, there is no mistaking that these are bullies from my childhood. Hell, I had bullies in every section of grade school. From elementary, to middle, to high school, there was always someone who took advantage of my introverted personality. Throughout my childhood, I was always deemed weak among the boys, even though I was healthy mentally and in body, with no defect. The one who spoke next was my bully in high school. His name is Aaron. Seeing my compromised situation, my face wearing an expression of confusion and worry of what could happen next, He kneels down before me and digs his cock out of his pants and into my mouth. Some forceful coaxing, with his hand grabbing a handful of hair like Lucas had done before, opens my mouth so he could penetrate it with his dick. Lucas has situated himself behind me, with a hand on my hip and the other parting my cheeks, inserting his cock between them and knocking on my backdoor. With little protest, my neighbor penetrates me from behind. I let out a muffled cry as I’m spitroasted in my living room. “This faggot got caught wearing his mom’s underwear to school. We didn’t even lift a finger in humiliating himself, since he often did it to himself. I remember running a mile in the rain. He slipped on a spot of mud, pants-ing himself and showing off his lacy thong.”

It’s not long until the rest of the cocks are connecting with my body in one way or another. “Shit, that reminds me he got caught by the teacher in middle school. He had a picture of some dude fucking another guy in the ass. Not only did he get suspended, but when he came back to school, everyone knew his dirty little secret,” says Lee, a heavily tattooed black man who was a classmate in middle school. He takes out his semi-erect cock and puts my hand on it, tapping it to signal me to stroke it. Even in its somewhat floppy state, the girth of his member is so big, my fingers fail to fully wrap around its circumference.

“He was fucking born a sissy. In elementary school, he always used to cry from the stupidest shit,” says the last figure, who I vaguely remember as the tall black boy in my elementary school days. Victor was his name. He too fishes out his cock and places it into my free hand. “X-Change did Charles a favor by giving him a way to embrace his sissy nature. Fucking slut.”

Jeffrey swats my ass cheeks multiple times, causing the skin to turn bright pink from the impacts. “Don’t worry, Charlene. Just allow us to gangbang you until you receive our seed. Then we’ll tell you the news. Cuz a lot has happened while you were off in college,” Jeffrey says.

For the next hour or so, I’m fucked silly, all of my holes rendered raw from the friction and penetration, my skin having turned bright pink from all the spanks across my body, and their thick, slippery cum being deposited in and on my body.

When they are done using me, I’m picked up, draped over someone’s shoulder and taken upstairs.