Tara tries to apologize

Tara had up to now been protected from exposure to the kind of man who would aggressively insist on a sexual performanace for him and his recording device from a teenaged girl on a bus, but as a pretty white girl raised in a good home far from the city, her fear and suspicion of him as a negro also gave her a liberal dose of white guilt. She heard the words she had said to him and heard her own father, and she worried about being judged a bigot. Besides, she thought to herself, what if that only provoked him, so that he decided to teach her some manners by getting her gang-banged, big black thug cocks invading and defiling her every hole?

Tara quickly convinced herself of this near-inevitability that tears came to her green eyes as she tried to apologize but those words caught in her throat. **** to appease, Tara's skin felt hot as she complied with his demand by turning her body to face him directly, spreading her milky-white legs and rotating her hips up, so that her thighs were off the seat and her knees flanked her C-cup breasts. She held her knees apart by hooking them into the crooks of her elbows, and her hands went down to lift her pleated cheerleader skirt and pull the fabric underneath aside to reveal to the ugly negro and his cellphone the pink flower of her virgin vagina complete with carefully groomed pubic hair.

"A natural redhead, huh?" he asked as she saw him pulling a pitch-black erection of ever-expanding length and girth from the top of his trousers. "What's your name, girlie?"

"Tara McNeill," she admitted, her lip trembling as she looked at his ebony baby cannon with tears in her big green eyes. "I-I'm sorry I called you nigger, mister, but please don't fuck me, my daddy, he would k-k-kill me!" Though she was now crying, Tara's fingers were teasing her now glistening pussy. "P-please, I'll do anything if you don't fuck my tight white cunt with that big nigga dick!"