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A Neighborhood July 4th Celebration
Dawn1958 (dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com)

***

Denise is extremely happy with the outcome of the 4th of 
July celebration festivities that she helped put on, but 
then she meets three very devious teenagers who have one 
thing on their minds. The sexy woman gets duped by the 
teens and wakes up with a terrible headache and lots of 
doubts. (m+/F, MILF/teens, underage, alcohol, nc, intr)

***

Denise looked around at all of the happy faces and 
smiled because the party was going so well. It certainly 
took the stress off, as she was the one who made most of 
the arrangements for the large neighborhood gathering. 
Everyone seemed to love an Independence Day celebration 
and the party atmosphere spread through the entire 
neighborhood. Denise was over the top, as everyone came 
up and thanked her for the great party.

It seemed someone was constantly shoving a drink in her 
hand and it felt like the celebration would never end. 
One thing that no one expected or realized was the fact 
alcohol was readily available to not only the adults, 
but also to the numerous teenagers in attendance. Three 
of the cunning and more devious teens huddled together 
near a secluded area of the park, as they watched all 
the happenings going on in the central section.

"Do you have it... the fucking shit to put in her 
drink," one teen whispered to his buddy.

"Fuckin' eh I do," the buddy replied, as he held up a 
full glass of spiked booze. 'Once she drinks even a 
little of this, she won't remember a fucking thing. 
She'll get so fucking horny that she'd fuck anything 
that moves."

The teenagers had planned and schemed for weeks. One of 
their dads was from a small country in Africa and he 
inadvertently provided his son with what he correctly 
revealed was more than a serious tranquillizer. He said 
it was called goat-weed and once the sedative was given 
to a woman, she got hornier than ever without even 
realizing what happened. The dad cited examples in his 
own village where young innocent women were taken 
advantage of after consuming a portion of the goat-weed.

Dave leaned closer to his buddy, Jeff. "So your dad says 
no woman can resist this African weed. Once they drink 
it, lust and desire takes over and they can't resist," 
he whispered.

"Yeah, but... but what if she finds out?"

"Don't worry. After we fuck her brains out, what's she 
gonna say?"

"I hope you're right."

"Like I say, don't worry," Dave reassured his buddy. 
"I'll get her over to that bush area... to where it is 
dark as hell and you just be ready with the goddamn 
drink."

Dave promptly left his buddies and headed towards the 
gorgeous hostess who had already consumed more alcohol 
than her slender 120 pound body could tolerate. Denise 
had trouble standing let alone walking, as the numerous 
drinks took a huge toll on her ability to think 
straight. She easily could be classified as drunk and 
her memory after a certain point was completely gone. 
The last thing Denise remembered was knowing she was 
intoxicated and realizing it was time to retire.

Denise was wobbly but she managed to find her way out of 
the main party area. She stumbled across the park and 
approached a darkened section near a bunch of bushes. 
"You did a marvelous job. It's a great party and we have 
you to thank," Dave said to the drunken hostess. "I know 
Jeff, Cory and I are just teenagers, but we wondered if 
you would have a drink with us... sort of a toast to 
Independence Day."

Denise would have no memory of talking to the teenager 
or that she accepted a drink from him. The area was 
fairly secluded, but she seemed willing once Dave’s two 
smiling friends appeared out of nowhere. Deni readily 
raised her glass when the teen toasted the occasion and 
she tried not to spill, as the drink sloshed around in 
the glass. She took a sip each time one of the teenagers 
offered a toast to the Independence Day celebration.

The teen's continued to make toasts and without 
realizing it Denise consumed a good portion of the 
spiked drink. When her knees started to buckle and her 
legs felt too wobbly to stand, she gladly accepted a 
helping hand from the infatuated teenager. "Please, let 
me give you a hand... help you up to your condo and get 
you home," Dave whispered and smiled when he noticed her 
glassy eyes try to focus. "Here's to another 
Independence Day and may our country remain free."

Denise heard the toast and without thinking she followed 
the teenager's lead. It seemed natural to finish off the 
drink to bring an end to the festivities and she emptied 
her glass in a hurry. Dave wrapped his arm around her 
and one of his buddies took her glass, as all three 
tried to help and carry Denise across the park to the 
entrance to her condo building.

Denise was a zombie. She was virtually passed out or too 
sedated to even know what was happening or where she was 
going. Her mind remained totally blank when she was 
escorted up to her condo and she actually invited them 
inside much to the delight of the three horny teenagers.

***

Denise tried to open her eyes, but they just wouldn't 
open. Her brow was etched with lines of pain and agony, 
as her head hurt so bad she found it impossible to 
think. What happened, she wondered, and tried again to 
at least squint so she could see. She shrugged her 
shoulders and remained motionless because her entire 
body hurt when she moved just the tinniest bit.

It took another five minutes before Denise actually 
managed to open her eyes. She stared straight up at the 
ceiling and tried to think or at least remember 
something about what happened during the party. The last 
thing she remembered was standing with a bunch of 
friends who offered her drinks. She remembered feeling 
overly joyous because of the numerous compliments given 
to her and blamed her excessive drinking on a temporary 
lack of control.

Denise had no recollection of sipping on the sweet 
smelling refreshment handed to her by one of the teens 
at the gathering or did she even remember their names. 
Subconsciously she would recall how each mouthful tasted 
better and better yet her memory would remain a blank 
for most of the evening.

All of a sudden she leaped out of bed and ran as fast as 
she could to the bathroom. Luckily to seat was up on the 
toilet and she merely wrapped her arms around the bowl, 
as the heaving started. She couldn't remember the last 
time she threw up and it seemed to take forever before 
she felt good enough to lift her head out of the bowl.

Denise simply sat back on the floor and blinked her eyes 
a few times, trying to clear her head. Just as she 
thought she was steady enough to move, it hit again and 
she hugged the bowl for another few minutes. When she 
felt well and strong enough, Deni sat up again and wiped 
her forearm across her mouth to remove any lingering 
vomit.

Her legs felt extremely weak, but she found the strength 
to stand up. Deni slowly moved over to the sink and she 
received the biggest shock of her life. She stared into 
the big bathroom mirror and her heart literally stopped. 
Slowly her eyes moved up and down her body, as she 
studied the horrible scene.

Her hair was a complete mess with it tangled and 
sticking out, as if it had been days since she combed or 
brushed her hair. Her face looked strained and tired 
with dark bags under her normally bright and cheerful 
eyes. When she glanced down to her chest, her stomach 
heaved and she rushed back to the toilet for another 
bout of sickness.

Denise raised her head out of the bowl and glanced down 
at her chest. The detailed markings and evidence was 
still there and she cried. Tears rolled down her rosy 
cheeks, but luckily her stomach was empty so there was 
no more vomiting. Deni rolled back onto her butt and 
studied the dark red hickies all over her white velvety 
boobs. She lost count of the number, as the red 
blemished were all over, but there was something a lot 
worse adorning her chest.

Deni stood up and looked into the mirror again. "Suck My 
Titty" was written directly above her right boob and 
there was a black arrow pointing straight at her nipple. 
Etched above her other boob was, "Kiss My Nipple", and 
again it had an arrow pointing to her somewhat swollen 
bud that appeared hard and erect.

There were black and red ink marks all over her stomach, 
but they were insignificant compared to the marks on her 
lower extremities. The tears rolled down her cheeks and 
Deni cried out loud, as she stared at the obvious 
humiliation. Probably the most disturbing facet was the 
absence of any hair, as her entire pelvis and pussy area 
was completely shaven. She couldn't imagine someone 
taking the time to actually shave all of the hair and 
her heart started racing.

Again the black ink was everywhere. "Kiss My Lips" was 
scribbled along one thigh with an arrow pointing 
directly at her pussy and the tip was actually on her 
puffy labia. On the other thigh was, "Cock Goes Here." 
There was a crude picture of a big penis drawn on her 
newly shaved pelvis and the head aimed straight at the 
womanly target.

All of a sudden her heart stopped. Denise slowly put the 
palm of her hand on her tummy and then moved her fingers 
downward until they reached her crotch. She deliberately 
touched her overly swollen pussy-lips and then felt the 
immense wetness leaking out of her guts. Deni would 
never understand why she coated her fingers with the 
sticky residue and then slowly brought her hand up to 
her nose. She sniffed and then stared at the obvious 
moisture, knowing full well it was the leftover juices 
from a sexual encounter.

"No, no, dear gawd, this can't be happening to me," she 
cried. "How can there be semen... please, no."

The shock slowly wore off and she stopped crying. Denise 
realized that she must have had sex with someone, but 
whom? She never consented or remembered anyone even 
asking her to have intercourse. Then it hit her! Dear 
Lord, what if? What if I get pregnant? Her heart skipped 
about three beats and then started racing like mad. "Oh 
no, who? What happened last night," she whispered.

***

The days that followed were sheer hell. Even though she 
washed all of the ink off, every time she looked in the 
mirror she saw the awful writing all over her body. 
Whenever she came into her condo building and met 
someone, she imagined his or her smile was one of guilt. 
Denise wanted to ask them if they were the one or if 
they knew who assaulted her, but she just couldn't work 
up enough courage to ask.

A week passed and then two. When she went to bed at 
night was the worst time, as she dreamt about being 
sexually molested. Every night Denise tried to remember. 
She would get to where many of her friends came up and 
congratulated her and offered her drinks to toast the 
holiday, but then nothing. The only person she actually 
remembered talking to for any length of time was one of 
her good friends, Fran.

On the Monday afternoon starting the third week, Denise 
decided to have a serious talk with Fran to see if the 
woman could shed some light on what happened. Fran was 
not shy and she explained in great detail how Deni went 
to a secluded area of the courtyard and seemed to 
celebrate excessively with three teenagers. The woman 
even described the teens as well as gave their names and 
Deni knew immediately who they were.

Dave, Jeff and Cory were teenagers who seemed like nice 
kids who were grateful not to be living in a ghetto. 
Dave and Jeff were black and Cory was Hispanic and Deni 
found the three nice and respectful whenever she met 
them around the complex. Her chat with Fran lasted an 
hour or so and she rushed back to her condo following 
the meeting to contemplate what she should do.

Denise vowed to find out the truth no matter what it 
was, but it took her a full day before she was brave 
enough to approach the teenagers. She caught Dave 
entering the common area of the building and walked up 
to the young man, trying to remain strong. "Dave, do you 
have a minute," she asked?

"Sure, I'm free for the rest of the afternoon," he 
replied, as his scheming mind thought of the best 
solution.

"Good, why don't we go into the small meeting room," she 
said and waved her hand towards a common room off to one 
side of the lobby.

Dave knew the woman was trying to get information out of 
him and he quickly decided to end her frustration. "I 
just have to drop this off at a friend's place," he 
said, as he waved some papers in front of Deni. "Then 
why don't you come up to my place? My parents are away 
for a couple of days so the place is nice and quiet."

The last thing in the world Denise wanted was to be 
alone with someone who might have sexual assaulted her. 
"Aaahhh, maybe we should talk in the meeting room... a 
place that is not so private," she countered.

Dave decided to force the issue and take charge. "Heck, 
it's okay if you don't trust me... don't want to come up 
to my place," he stated. "I would have told you 
everything... everything about what happened!"

Denise knew exactly what the teenager meant and that he 
was fully responsible for the July 4th heartbreak. She 
watched the teen swiftly turn around and head towards 
the elevator. She was afraid he would disappear and she 
would never find out the truth. "Aaahhh, Dave, please... 
okay, I'll meet you at your place. Ten minutes! I'll 
meet you in ten minutes."

Dave hurried up to his buddy's place and they made some 
fast decisions. He and Jeff called Cory and the three 
rushed to Dave's condo to get ready for a meeting with 
the sexiest woman they had ever met. Jeff produced some 
of his special sedative and the teenagers prepared for 
the upcoming encounter with Denise. When a knock sounded 
on the door, their hearts pounded, but not nearly as 
hard or fast as their guest's.

Deni knocked instead of using the doorbell because she 
wanted to be discrete. Dave opened the door and ushered 
her into the large living room, as he watched her hips 
sway seductively when she walked. The door slammed and 
her heart stopped. Denise stared at the two teenagers 
sitting on the big sofa and she desperately wanted to 
turn and run. She watched in complete silence when Dave 
picked up a tray of glasses and offered each person a 
drink.

Denise never thought twice, as she took a glass and 
immediately sipped on the sweet tasting refreshment. 
Oddly there was something very familiar about the sweet 
smell and taste of the drink, but she was too distraught 
to worry about it. The teen sort of gestured to a vacant 
easy chair off to one side and she swiftly sat down, 
wanting to stay far away from the teenagers.

The teen was well into his explanation before she 
understood what he was saying. "I wondered how long it 
would take... take before you got curious about what 
happened in the park," Dave said and stared straight 
into her startled eyes.

Deni took another sip of her drink before replying. 
"Yeeeaaa, yes, I sort of had too much to drink during 
the celebrations. I don't normally drink that much."

"Well you were definitely drunk... and horny," Dave said 
and grinned at her. "Christ, I've never met a woman who 
wanted it so badly."

The connotations were enormous and Deni had a hard time 
breathing, as she tried to understand what the teenager 
was telling her. She took more sips and suddenly her 
mind started spinning. Denise stared into the dark 
mysterious glass and watched the shiny liquid swirl 
around and around. She raised her head and looked 
straight at the teenager, as she realized that she had 
made another fatal mistake. "No... no... noooo."

"My love, stand up," Dave whispered, as he held out his 
hand to help Deni to her feet. "We have to get you ready 
for more... more loving."

Her memory was fading fast and the last recollections 
were of her slowly getting to her feet. Then all of her 
clothes were stripped and carefully laid out on top of a 
nearby chair. Deni remembered standing as still as she 
could in case it was possible to make an escape, but 
then she was crudely spread out on the floor. She 
moaned, pleaded and begged for mercy, but it didn't stop 
a powerful black teenager from mounting her, as if she 
was the easiest slut around.

***

Denise opened one eye and stared up at the ceiling. She 
remained perfectly motionless for what seemed like an 
eternity because she knew it would mean the end of her 
life once she moved. Just as she opened her other eye, 
her stomach heaved and she scurried for the bathroom. 
Like weeks earlier, she hugged the toilet bowl for a 
long time and vomited until it wasn't possible to throw 
up anymore.

Deni was afraid to look into the mirror. She slowly got 
to her feet and approached the big mirror. Her breathing 
caught and her heart stopped just like it did after the 
July 4th disaster. There were new hickies on her tits 
and tummy and the short stubble that had grown over the 
past three weeks was cleanly shaven. This time the 
crudely drawn penis on her bare pelvis meant something, 
as the big black cock sent shivers all through her body.

"No, no, how can I be so stupid," she whispered, as she 
studied all of the ink markings. The words were clearly 
printed and all had little arrows pointing directly at 
the named body part. Tit and nipple were written on her 
chest; Pussy, cunt and enter-here were brazen drawn on 
her thighs and tummy. Deni turned around and she gasped 
at the sight of crudely drawn handprints on her ass 
cheeks. The thumbs were cleverly outlined so they 
pointed at the crack of her ass and implied that they 
were prying her cheeks apart, which sent a shiver up her 
spine.

Denise rushed out of the room and threw herself on the 
bed. "Again! How could I be so god damn stupid? They 
must have drugged me with some fucking African sex 
drug," she cried out loud, as tears ran down her cheeks. 
"They did it again... raped me again."

Deni stayed in bed the entire day despite the awful 
feeling that she was going to vomit. She finally had to 
get up at six o'clock because she was hungry, but that 
meant a 30-minute shower before she was well enough or 
clean enough to withstand her pounding headache. Deni 
puttered through a simple meal and then she went back to 
bed.

***

Two months had passed and Denise was more upset now than 
she was when the first assault happened. She had 
confronted the teenagers who lived in her building, but 
that encounter had gone terribly bad. Deni wasn't sure 
what to do or how to face the facts. She had been 
sexually assaulted twice and although she was positive 
who was behind the clever deception, she wasn't sure how 
to solve the distressing problem.

Deni sort of wanted to report the incidents to the 
authorities and let them deal with the teenagers, but 
something prevented her from doing it. There was 
something about Dave's cockiness and daring self-
assurance that told her he might have something over 
her. She decided to ask a few questions around the condo 
complex to see if anyone else knew what was going on and 
then she planned on working up the courage to approach 
Dave again.

She found out absolutely nothing from any of the people 
she asked, including Fran, as no one had any idea that 
any kind of assault or molestation had occurred in their 
safe and secure building. Denise pondered the traumatic 
ordeal, trying to find a good solution, but then one 
evening her safe and secure world came crashing down.

Deni arrived home from work and found an 8” x 11” 
envelop had been slipped under her door. She picked it 
up and immediately knew who it was from. Her heart 
fluttered and she tried to breathe, but had an extremely 
hard time catching her breath. Denise gasped and tried 
to imagine herself being in a sexual rage with three 
young, black teenagers, as she plopped down on her 
living room sofa.

Denise looked at the envelope before opening it. She 
glanced inside and noticed a small note taped to some 
big papers that looked like pictures. It took Deni 
several moments before she found the courage to empty 
the papers onto her lap.

The note was facing up and Denise stared at the neat 
writing, as she tried to read what it said. “To the 
prettiest lady in Delta Villa #305,” she read and her 
heart started racing. “I know you are mad at me and 
won’t listen to what I have to say, so I’ll try to 
reason with you this way.”

Deni had to look away, as she tried to work up enough 
courage to keep reading. There were tears in her eyes 
when she looked back at the note. “This note will 
explain the situation you are in and the pictures will 
verify that I have enough evidence to blackmail you if 
need be,” she read and became furious. “Just so you 
know... I have recorded everything you did and I will 
bring the evidence over this evening at 8 o’clock 
sharp.”

Deni glared at the note and she was mad. “You little 
bastard! I made a mistake, but it won’t happen again, 
you bastard,” she whispered out loud. Denise normally 
got home at 5 o’clock yet strangely she looked at her 
watch to see how much time she had before the dreaded 
meeting.

Her heart stopped when she moved the note. Vividly 
portrayed in a big colored photo was a naked white woman 
with her dainty hand wrapped around the largest black 
cock she had ever seen. Then she noticed one of her bare 
boobs being cupped by a big hand and brazenly displayed 
for all to see.

She quickly flipped to the next picture. As with the 
first, she was utterly flabbergasted. The photo showed 
her completely naked and lying on the floor with her 
legs spread as wide as possible. There was a smile on 
her face and it appeared that she was fully engrossed in 
what was happening between her legs. When she stared at 
the blackest cock, which was only half visible because 
some of the lengthy shaft was buried inside her precious 
opening, Deni broke out crying.

Again she flipped to the next picture. It showed almost 
the same thing but this time the cock was fully embedded 
and her face seemed to be etched with some kind of 
mysterious passion or lust. Her eyes were open but only 
the whites were showing because they were rolled up into 
her forehead, as if she was experiencing a mind-blowing 
orgasm.

Then Deni swiftly glanced through the rest of the 
pictures. One showed her on her hands and knees and 
staring straight into the camera, as a black stud 
crouched behind her; another showed her again on her 
back and being ridden by a different teenager. The last 
showed her sucking the big black cock with about half of 
the long shaft inside her mouth.

Denise dropped the photos and looked at the note. “We 
can watch the movie and then you can decide! See you at 
eight... Dave.”

***

When the doorbell sounded, Denise knew who was at the 
door. She slowly approached the door and glanced through 
the peephole at her visitor. Her heart fluttered when 
she recognized the teenager waiting for her and 
thankfully he was alone. She gasped and tried to imagine 
being sexually assaulted by the black teenager and 
wondered if she should actually confront him without 
someone else around?

Denise slowly opened the door and Dave entered before 
she could react. She quickly closed the door because she 
didn’t want anyone to hear or see what was happening. 
The confident teenager stood in front of the gorgeous 
white woman and marveled at her ravishing beauty. “I 
want you to know that no one has to find out what 
happened. I won’t tell anyone,” he stated and waved a 
DVD disk that was in his hand. “Here, you can have 
this.”

Deni grabbed the disk, as if it would end his hold over 
her. “Dave... I never consented. You raped me... it was 
rape and I’m going to report you,” she said, as her 
heart rate skyrocketed. "You did something to my drink. 
You spiked my drink."

“All we did is get rid of your inhibitions... allow you 
to follow your sexual desires,” Dave replied. “You 
weren’t forced into anything!”

"I'll tell people... the police what you did."

Dave grinned at her and it sent shivers up and down her 
backbone, as he looked overly confident and not the 
least bit afraid. "Go ahead... tell anyone you want. You 
have all of the evidence in your hand,” he said. “We can 
watch it if you want, as it will look great on a big 
screen.”

Denise glanced down at the disk and watched as the 
teenager took it out of her hand. Dave walked across the 
room to the entertainment cabinet and promptly slipped 
the DVD into the player that was sitting beside the 
television. Then he returned and took Deni by the hand, 
as they moved a little closer to the television. “Dave, 
you molested me... drugged me and took me without my 
consent,” she cried, as the first images flashed onto 
the screen.

“Once you see yourself... how you willingly had sex. 
You’ll understand exactly who is in-charge,” he replied 
and promptly sat down on the sofa, as if he was going to 
relax and watch TV.

Deni was too afraid to sit so she remained standing, as 
the first images of naked bodies flashed onto the 
television. Her heart stopped and there was no mistaking 
who was in the movie, as she stared at the big screen. 
It was hard for her to believe the brazen nakedness, but 
it was the expression on her face that left the biggest 
impression. Deni noticed a delirious type of grin on her 
face and her eyes were dramatically rolled up into her 
forehead. She stared at the explicit scene and noticed 
her legs crudely splayed with about half of a black 
teenager’s, illustrious cock buried inside her opening.

Dave noticed the agony written all over her pretty face. 
"I started with this scene... because... as you can 
see... it will leave no doubt in anyone's mind that you 
were a willing participant," he stated and paused for 
what seemed like the longest time. "Wait... wait the 
best part is coming."

Denise stared in disbelief. "But... but I was drugged," 
she whispered, as the sex scene intensified. "I didn't 
know... didn't consent to the sex."

The naked woman was obviously distraught in the movie. 
Her head rolled back and forth and the camera zoomed in 
on her gorgeous face, which was etched with a big 
seductive frown. Deni heard distinctive pleas for the 
intercourse to stop, but they sounded alluring rather 
than restrained, which utterly amazed her. With the 
camera focused on her face, Deni couldn't see what the 
teenager was doing to her. His fingers had a firm grip 
on her most sensitive clitoris and he was molesting the 
bud with loving caresses.

Dave rose and stood just slightly behind the shivering 
young woman. "You drank some goat-weed. It is a sex 
potion from Africa that sedates a woman and fills her 
with an uncontrollable lust," he whispered in Deni's 
ear. "I didn't think it worked until seeing what 
happened after you drank a whole bloody glass of the 
shit."

Denise couldn't take her eyes off the movie. The camera 
panned back and showed her naked torso going into severe 
convulsions, as an obvious orgasm controlled her 
actions. "No, no, that's impossible," she moaned. "I 
don't remember."

Dave was in control and knew Denise was too troubled to 
resist or put up much of a struggle. "The evidence is 
there. You've seen what happened," he said. "You're 
going to be my sex-slave."

"No! I can't... I won't. Take your filthy movie and get 
out of my house," she stated in a loud clear voice.

Dave casually rolled around her shivering body and stood 
in front of her. “I can’t get you out of my head,” he 
whispered.

Thankfully he blocked the television and Deni glared at 
the teenager, as she was filled with a sudden rage. Her 
arm came up and she swung with all of the strength. “You 
drugged me. You forced me to have sex with you,” she 
cried.

Dave caught her arm just in time and he held it steady 
with her hand fully extended for a vicious slap. “You 
didn’t slap me before. In fact, you loved having sex 
with a black teenager.”

Denise was mad and she stared straight into the dark 
demoralizing eyes. “You bastard... you bastard,” she 
cried and tried to slap his smiling face with her free 
hand.

Dave caught her hand and jerked both of her arms down. 
He pinned her hands behind her back, as he turned her 
around so that her back was against his front, and then 
he bent her hands upwards until her arms hurt. The 
standoff was fleeting and Deni felt overpowered by the 
strong young man, as she relaxed her arms and body.

Deni stared straight ahead, as the wall came closer. She 
had to turn her head when her face touched the wall and 
then her arms were yanked. Her hands were forced around 
her body and placed about shoulder height and two feet 
apart on the wall for support. She was virtually 
outstretched and plastered against the hard cold wall.

Dave instantly put his big hands over top of hers and 
acted as though he was pinning them down. Deni pushed 
her torso backwards, but there was no room to move, as 
Dave was right behind her. “No one has to know. What 
happened at the Independence Day celebration can stay a 
secret,” Dave whispered, sending shivers of hope through 
her mind. Then Deni wondered if she was courageous 
enough to use her body as bribery to buy the teenager’s 
silence? She felt trapped because it seemed like her 
hands were nailed to the wall.

Her cheek was pressed hard against the cool surface and 
daunting lips touched her ear. “I remember what you 
did... how you acted,” Dave whispered.

Deni started huffing and puffing, as she found it almost 
impossible to breathe. The teen’s right hand moved and 
he nimbly loosened her clothing, as if trying to make it 
easier for her. Dave pulled her top out of her pants and 
then undid the last three or four buttons so that the 
garment hung open. When his fingers grabbed the snap of 
her jeans, Deni sucked in her stomach, as a pure reflex 
action to the bold groping.

Deni felt powerless and unable to escape, as her legs 
remained rigid and too weak to move. All of a sudden the 
teenager’s other hand moved and he took a step back. 
Deni knew what he was doing by the soft subtle sounds of 
clothing being removed yet her feet stayed riveted to 
the floor. When Dave returned and pressed up against her 
shivering body, she knew it was too late.

Her eyes closed, but her cheek remained flat against the 
wall. Dave placed his hands on top of Deni’s again and 
deviously pretended he was going to fuck her. He used 
his foot to kick her feet apart and then he shoved his 
raging hard-on into the empty space between her thighs. 
Dave pumped his powerful hips many times and each time 
made sure his cock grazed Deni’s open crotch.

Deni opened her mouth and tried to breathe. She fully 
realized that if she didn’t run or escape it would be 
too late. The big hands pressed hers into the wall; she 
was trapped. “Dave, please Dave, please let me go,” she 
pleaded, as her stomach started heaving in and out.

Suddenly the hands were gone. She was free yet her hands 
remained pinned to the wall. Dave unbuttoned the rest of 
the blouse and left it gapping wide open. When he moved 
her arms and removed the garment, Deni obediently 
replaced her hands where they belonged. It was time to 
run yet she remained still when the teen unzipped her 
pants and slowly rolled them down her shaking legs to 
the floor.

Dave was in control and knew Denise was too troubled to 
resist. He grabbed her arm and slowly turned her around 
until she was facing the television. The room was eerily 
quiet and scene would have made for a prizewinning 
erotic novel. The sexy goddess stood up straight and her 
eyes were fixed on what was happening in the movie, as 
the black teenager slowly removed her sheer lace bra and 
skimpy thong panties.

Dave was intoxicated by Deni’s timid manner and he 
stared at her astonishing nakedness. Her arms hung 
straight down at her sides and she stared at the lewd 
scenes in the pornographic movie. There appeared to be 
no escape for the poor woman in the movie, as she was 
virtually a slave to some mysterious power. All of a 
sudden the television scene shifted and the naked woman 
was on her hands and knees in an extremely vulnerable 
position.

Her sex appeal and magnificence drove Dave wild. He 
guided Deni towards a big easy chair, which was in front 
of the television, and merely indicated he wanted her 
hands placed on the chair’s headrest. She grabbed the 
soft material and used it to hold herself steady, as the 
teenager shrewdly moved in behind her.

Denise wanted to stand up straight and run, but every 
muscle in her body seemed paralyzed. She felt Dave 
cuddle, as close to her backside as possible, and then 
he leaned forward and put his lips on her ear. “Keep 
watching what happened. Watch how we had sex,” he 
whispered.

Dave cradled her in his arms and reached under her chest 
to cup one of the luscious boobs. “Dave, please Dave, I 
can’t... no more, please,” she pleaded. “I changed my 
mind.”

“Just be quiet. Stand exactly how you are and be a very 
good girl... or else!”

It sounded like a threat and her heart started racing 
even though she knew Dave wouldn’t hurt her. "But... 
but."

"No one has to know. No one needs to see what you did... 
or see the movie."

"But how do I know?"

"Trust me; I never go back on my word."

Denise felt her nipples get stretched and molested. 
"Yes, but... but," she moaned and started sobbing and 
whimpering, but her hands remained on the chair back.

Dave stood behind the goddess and aimed his throbbing 
hard-on at her backside. “Keep looking straight ahead at 
the movie... at what you did."

As luck would have it, the movie scene was crude and far 
more explicit than Deni could tolerate. Her naked body 
was being ravaged by a black stud who was driving his 
extensive hard cock in and out of her womanly domain and 
it seemed she was a willing participant. "Oh no, no, no. 
I never did that."

Dave slapped the bare cheek of her ass and lewdly placed 
the palm of his hand on top of her asshole while rubbing 
his fingers all over the wet opening, which was slightly 
below. Once his fingers were soaked, he transferred the 
moisture to the shaft of his big cock. Dave leaned back 
a little and glanced down to guide his hard-on between 
the luscious ass cheeks. The head hit the crack and 
swiftly slipped down and into the waiting crotch.

Deni was confused and she found it impossible to focus. 
The movie was overly dramatic and so was what was 
happening behind her. Dave’s hands surrounded her slim 
waist to hold her steady and the devious teenager poked 
his penis into the wet opening. If Denise were ever to 
watch Dave’s resultant triumph, she would be utterly 
amazed. She was sobbing and whimpering, which made the 
scene hotter and more seductive, and then her body was 
firmly planted on the illustrious cock.

Dave used a strong grip to jerk her hips backwards, as 
he rammed his hips forward, implanting his ramrod to the 
hilt. Deni’s head hung down; her feet came off the floor 
and she balanced precariously on top of the embedded 
cock. “Oh gaawwd, oh gawd,” she moaned.

“Yes, I love your white ass... your white cunt.”

“Ooohhh, ooohhh.”

“Oh baby, oh baby, you’re so hot... so tight.”

“No... no, I can’t.”

“Spread’em... wider... wider!”

“What... what is happening?”

“Yes, that’s it... nice and wide. Spread your feet so I 
can drive my cock into your belly.”

“Lord no, you can’t.”

“Yes, oh baby, I’m in... all the way in.”

“Stop, please no.”

“Say it! Tell me you want black cock.”

“No, no, I don’t!”

Dave powered his cock into her, as hard as he could, and 
held her high in the air. “Say it! Tell me you want a 
big black cock.”

Deni might have survived if the teenager hadn’t been so 
cunning. Dave kept his cock fully embedded and he 
grabbed her hair with both hands. He tilted her face 
towards the big screen TV and forced her to watch the 
raunchiest encounter between the sexy white heroine and 
her three black abductors. Deni stared in disbelief at 
the screen, as her body went out of control. “No, not 
like that... no.”

Dave merely caused his raging hard-on to jerk wildly 
inside the heated inferno just by rapidly tightening and 
loosening the muscles in his loins. “Say it, baby. Say 
it.”

“I’m... I’m...”

“Yes!”

“Your cock... dear god, your cock.”

“Yes, baby, yes!”

Deni felt the cock twitch madly inside her and knew the 
teenager was filling her belly with cum. “You’re 
cumming, yes, you’re cumming.”

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

Her heart raced and her entire body was on fire. “Yes, 
fuck me, you bastard, fuck me.”

Dave let go of the tangled hair and grabbed the 
thrashing hips. He yanked backwards on the flared 
portion of her hips and thrust his hips at the same 
time. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, keep fucking... yes, keep 
fucking.”

Deni was transported outside of her body and watched 
herself go out of control. Her arms collapsed and she 
hugged the top of the chair when the powerful spasms 
roared through her midsection. She felt her hips jerk 
one way and then back the other, as she milked the 
throbbing cock of all its creamy chizz. Sweat glistened 
on her body and Deni welcomed the orgasm of a lifetime.

The room was filled with loud grunts and groans, as both 
were consumed by animal lust. Denise never even realized 
she was in control. Finally her knees buckled and she 
slowly sank to the floor with the teenager still 
embedded inside of her. Dave cherished the intense heat 
and it seemed to take forever for the severe convulsions 
to end.

Once Denise regained control of her breathing and 
senses, she slowly got to her feet. Not a word was 
uttered and she simply headed out of the room towards 
the secret confines of her bedroom. Dave followed and 
watched the seductive sway of the perfectly rounded hips 
and admired their luscious beauty.

Deni led the way down the long hallway and into the 
dimly lit bedroom. She came to a stop right beside the 
bed and seemed to wait. Dave slipped up behind her and 
they embraced without any hesitation. Her head rolled 
back onto his rugged shoulder and Dave kissed the side 
of her face until reaching her ear. “Your secret is safe 
with me.”

Deni felt the strong arms go around her chest and then 
the big hands cupped both tits, squeezing them so that 
the swollen nipples stood out noticeably. “Yes... yes, 
touch them, please... touch me!”

THE END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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