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I have attached my new story titled 'Diane Learns A Lesson.' Dawn1958 		 	   		  
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DIANE LEARNS A LESSON By Dawn1958 Email dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com This is
a story written about a reader's fantasy, but please don't consider it as
reality.  He knows it is wrong to rape someone but it still doesn't stop
his dreaming about it.

   Diane Learns A Lesson

   Diane had a foul mouth and her temper was just as bad.  Everyone in the
upscale condo complex knew her and most of them tried to stay out of her
way when something didn't go her way.  You could always tell when Diane was
in a bad mood, as her pretty face was etched with anger and hatred.  It
wasn't so much she hated the world, but rather she hated being left alone.
Her husband was in the army and stationed in Afghanistan on an overseas
mission.  They had been married two years and loved each other; yet it was
funny how time apart affected any love.

   One fateful day when Diane was in the basement laundry room, she picked
on the wrong person.  "You little asshole!  GET OUT!  Get the hell out of
here and take your little fag friend with you," she screamed.  The constant
harassment from certain tenants in the condo complex finally got to her and
she lost control.  "Nobody touches my clothes...  especially two little
creeps...  perverts!"

   The two teenage boys were well aware of Diane's routine and knew she
spent Monday evenings doing laundry.  Jeff and his closest friend, Danny,
would do anything to get a look at the sexy married woman.  They often
pretended to create chance encounters with Diane just to get close to her
and be able to ogle Diane's seductive body.  Jeff and Danny watched the
complex's laundry area as well as the exercise, sauna and hot tub areas
like hawks and they loved secretly spying on her whenever she used any of
the spots.

   Diane foolishly assumed her schedule matched the teenagers' regime, as
they seemed to be using the exercise equipment whenever she worked out. 
The teens absolutely loved catching her dressed in skimpy attire and
nothing accented her seductive curves like tight Lululemon and spandex. 
The total absence of any panty line or undergarments did wonders for the
teenagers' sexual appetite.

   Both teenagers could barely contain their enthusiasm whenever watching
Diane workout.  Jeff ogled her luscious breasts and he noted every time her
overly pronounced nipples showed.  He couldn't take his eyes off her
bouncing boobs, which seemed to put great stress on her stretchy outfits.
Danny was a leg and hip guy and he couldn't take his eyes off her long
muscular legs and shapely hips.  He often fantasized about catching Diane
naked and actually caressing her tantalizing thighs and perfectly
well-rounded butt.  He marveled at how the tight attire made her appear
extremely desirable.

   Because the teenagers were from the complex and she knew them, Diane
wasn't offended whenever she caught them admiring her.  She was used to men
staring because of her ravishing sexy appearance and she actually reveled
in any attention now that her husband was stationed overseas.

   The teenagers had the silliest notion that Diane was attracted to them.
Jeff considered her the best looking woman in the whole building and he let
it affect his judgment at times.  Not only was she young and radiant; Diane
was seductive and dressed to show off her womanly delights and her clothes
seemed to get sexier with each passing day her husband was away.  No matter
what she wore, Diane was alluring, especially to two eighteen-year-old
teens.

   Jeff glared at the infuriated woman who had just yelled at him.  "But...
but...  I was only," he said, as he tried not to look at the fancy bra he
had removed from the dryer.  "I was just trying to help."

   Diane grabbed her lacy bra out of the teen's hand and quickly shoved it
into her laundry basket.  She looked at the frightened teenager and felt a
little bad for losing control.  "I'm very capable.  I don't need help with
my laundry," she said.  "Leave...  get out and stop staring at me."

   Jeff reacted without thinking.  He grabbed another garment out of the
dryer and his heart stopped, as he fingered the skimpiest pair of thong
panties.  His eyes shifted from Diane's to the panties and back again.  He
was dumbfounded and timidly handed her the garment.  "Sorry...  yes, sorry.
I didn't mean to offend you...  just help," he whispered.

   She grabbed the panties and threw them in the basket.  "You heard me,
asshole.  Get out...  leave me alone," she yelled again.  "Stop staring at
me."

   Jeff felt totally embarrassed.  He responded in a fashion of an irate
teenager who had been humiliated in front of his best friend.  "I'll get
you.  I'll get even!  You're the biggest bitch around here and you think
your shit doesn't stink," he said.  "You swing that pretty ass around like
you're the Queen of Sheba.  I'll get you...  I'll get even with you!"

   The teenager quickly decided to cut his losses.  Jeff motioned at Danny
and then he turned around and departed the cramped laundry room area. 
"C'mon, lets go.  We'll get even with the bitch.  One way or other...  I'll
fuck that gorgeous piece of ass," he whispered to his friend loud enough
for Diane to hear him.

   They hustled down a long hallway and out into the complex's backyard. 
"Holy shit, the woman is crazy.  We were just trying to help and she goes
nuts on us," Danny said.

   "Yeah, Christ I was just helping...  I didn't know her fucking undies
were in the dryer," Jeff stated.  "I was just going to get her clothes out
and put them in the fucking laundry basket."

   "Man, I'll never forget her look when you held up that sexy bra," Danny
said.  "When you looked at her boobs, that's when she went off the
deep-end."

   "Yeah, I was imagining her wearing the fucking bra and that's when I
looked at her.  Did you notice her fucking nipples showing," Jeff asked?

   "That was the skimpiest bra...  and see-through.  Christ her tits would
show and I get the biggest hardon just thinking about it," Danny replied.

   "Fuck, I wanted to grab her big knockers and feel the shit out of them."

   "Christ I'd give a million bucks to get close to those tits.  She may be
the biggest bitch in the area, but she's definitely got the sexiest body."

   "Well I'll get even with that bitch if it's the last thing I do.  Mark
my words," Jeff declared.

   "Geez, when you grabbed her panties, she really lost it.  Fuck, that
thong would barely cover her cunt.  Can you imagine what a wife wants if
she wears something that skimpy," Danny asked.  "She wants to get screwed!"

   "You ain't fucking kidding.  That bitch wants some hard cock.  You just
wait," Jeff promised, as he grabbed the bulge at the front of his crotch
and made a lewd gesture.  "We'll get into her pants one way or other."

   Diane watched the teenagers leave the building and she was instantly
filled with regret.  She wasn't sure what had caused the horrible eruption
at two innocent teens.  Defiantly, Diane shrugged her shoulders and went
back to folding her clothes.  'Oh well, the little asshole shouldn't have
tried to help.  I didn't like the funny look on his face when he fondled my
bra...  and the damn grin when he touched my other clothes,' she whispered.
'Christ, I think the little bugger was hitting on me.'

   Guys were always hitting on Diane.  She wasn't stupid and knew that she
was a very desirable woman, especially when she wanted to be.  Lately it
seemed that she dressed in an increasingly provocative fashion for a
married woman with her husband far away, but she deemed the reason was
because of the lack of attention from the man she loved.  'That damn little
shit-head has been pestering me for months...  trying to seduce me,' Diane
thought, as she relented and felt bad for being rude to Jeff.

   Deep down Diane knew the reason for her unusual actions, though it
shamed her to think about how she found the attention from men quite
desirable.  She was a woman with extremely high sexual needs and her
husband's absence left her with no relief.  Seemingly every week that
passed, her desires increased.  At first she was able to resist any
temptation, but with the passage of time her willpower gradually weakened.

   One day Diane discovered the perfect remedy for her pent up emotions. 
She masturbated and it was such a mystical experience that she used
masturbation thereafter on a daily basis to relieve the tension.  Whenever
she didn't finger herself, the desire built and became very evident in her
attire, with shorter dresses, lower cut blouses and sexy lingerie.  It even
showed up by her having a seductive sway to her hips when she walked, which
gave many men and especially teenage boys reason to lust after her.

   Diane found her behavior mystifying and she developed a deep fear that
she was losing control of her desires bubbling ever stronger within her
body.  She finished folding her clothes and her mind kept going back to the
teenager's brazen comments when he departed.  'I bet you want to get into
my pants...  but that will never happen.  Gorgeous piece of ass!  Well you
little asshole, you can dream, but you'll never have sex with me.'

   She decided to walk up to her condo rather than use the elevator.  That
was mainly because her mind was furiously going over the numerous times she
was confronted by Jeff and Danny and she wanted time to reflect.  'Geez,
every time I'm doing laundry they're here...  staring down my shirt... 
staring at my butt.  Every time I look at them they're ogling me,' she
reflected.

   'Geez, that time in the exercise room when they kept staring at me. 
Gawd, I thought my boobs were showing,' she thought and chuckled to
herself. 'I hope they got a kick out of me doing jumping jacks so that my
tits bounced up and down.  I thought the little buggers were going to blow
a gasket that day.'

   Diane thought of more incidents.  'And that time I was using the
treadmill.  I'm sure they never took their eyes off me.' She took her time
going up the stairs and wanted to think.  'Oh yeah, that time I was using
the hot tub.  They jumped in and I'm positive the little bastards had
hardons...  at least their swimsuits sure had big bulges in front,' she
thought and grinned.  'And that time I was using the sauna and they came in
with towels wrapped around their waists.  I'm positive they didn't have
anything on underneath, but I pretended not to see.'

   Diane reached her condo, as the vivid sauna images kept flashing through
her head.  'Gawd, I've never seen another man's cock...  not since I've
been married.  I know...  I should have said something...  should have done
something, but I couldn't.  Anyway, maybe it wasn't...  not really his
cock, as the lighting wasn't very good.' She felt better with the
reasoning, but not fully satisfied that she wasn't acting overly shameless
when the teenagers were around.

   ***

   Every year to celebrate the 4th of July, the condo complex held a big
party.  Just about all of the tenants attended and with it being
Independence Day, everyone celebrated.  Jeff and Danny eagerly went to the
gathering hoping that the sexy young woman they'd idolized for months would
also attend.  Most of the residents of the complex were older and the
teenagers grew very excited when the gorgeous Diane sauntered into the
backyard celebration.

   Festivities were in full swing when Diane arrived and it didn't take her
long to settle into the party atmosphere.  Although she found it a little
uncomfortable because there weren't many her own age, one or two drinks
easily got rid of any disconcerting feelings.  Diane quickly had several
men around her, which was probably because of her ravishing beauty and sexy
appearance, and there seemed to be someone shoving a drink into her hands
at every opportunity.

   It didn't take long before Diane felt light headed and quite tipsy.  She
definitely drank more than usual and before long she was relaxed and ready
for more socialization.  Diane chatted with some of the men and she was
having a good time for a change.  Being separated from her husband was hard
and she still hadn't fully adjusted to living alone.  Diane attributed her
foul manners around the condo complex to her loneliness and she was
determined to prove she really wasn't a snob.

   As luck would have it, the other wives didn't want their husbands
socializing with Diane so she eventually found herself standing with two
zealous teenagers.  When the scrawny kid who she considered weak and
incompetent handed her a fresh drink, Diane readily accepted it without any
hesitation.  She looked at Jeff and noticed a warm smile on his face, which
put her at ease.  Diane had already toasted with many guests since her
arrival so when Jeff raised his drink in a toast, she willingly raised her
glass.

   The teen wished her the happiest Independence Day and then they both
gulped their drinks in a celebratory fashion.  She was already giddy so
when they both laughed out loud, she had no idea what was so funny.  Within
a matter of seconds, her legs felt wobbly and she wasn't sure if she could
remain upright.  When one of the teens grabbed her elbow, she welcomed the
helping hand, as her head was spinning a mile a minute.  The last thing
Diane remembered was glancing to her right and noticing the smiling face of
someone she knew was harmless so she didn't resist.

   Her feet started moving and before she knew what was happening, she
wound up in the most secluded area in the large backyard.  Without
thinking, Diane allowed Jeff to steer her behind a big clump of trees and
that was the last thing in her conscious mind.  A fresh drink was shoved
into her hand and she drank when her arm was forced into the right drinking
position.

   ***

   Diane woke up in her own bedroom with a splitting headache and she knew
something wasn't right.  She never slept in the nude yet she was not
wearing a stitch of clothes this morning.  One second she was staring up at
the ceiling and the next she was running frantically for the bathroom. 
Diane barely made it to the toilet before she threw up.  When it was over,
she slowly straightened up and glanced into the big vanity mirror.  The
throbbing at her temples was excruciating, but not as bothersome as her
next observation.

   Her eyes bulged when she noticed numerous marks and blemishes down the
entire length of her torso.  There were dark, red hickies shamelessly
sucked onto her velvety flesh and her eyes focused on one that was boldly
engraved right next to her right nipple.  She gingerly pinched both nipples
and pulled upward to expose the rest of her boobs and she gasped out loud
at the sight of more disparaging red marks.  Then her gaze drifted downward
and over numerous hickies on her stomach and more on her pelvis and thighs.

   Suddenly she felt unordinary dampness in her crotch area and with great
reluctance, she reached between her legs.  "Dear gawd, dear gawd, what
happened?  What did I do last night?" She moaned and a shiver went up her
spine at the thought of not knowing what happened.

   Not only was the evidence of her having sex very apparent; Diane also
struggled to understand how anything so drastic could happen and with whom?
The day was probably the worst of her life as millisecond clips of being
ravaged kept running through her confused head.  She didn't dare go to work
and stayed home trying to putter around the house doing things that didn't
require much thought or concentration.

   Everyone in the condo complex looked guilty.  When she went down to the
main entrance to get the mail, she met some neighbors and their warm smiles
and greetings seemed to have devious connotations.  Diane didn't dare ask
anyone what happened at the July 4th party last night for fear of
embarrassment.  She dazedly struggled through the day trying to piece
together the sporadic flashes that kept blazing through her memory.

   The fog only got thicker and Diane wrestled with the thoughts of
infidelity.  How was it possible?  How could she betray her marital vows?
How could she spread her legs for pleasure with a stranger, she wondered?
Diane put her hand on her stomach and she felt an awful trembling, which
was eerily similar to that of her having a sexual desire for something or
someone.

   Finally in the afternoon, she decided to lie down.  Diane was determined
to recall the events even if they were bad.  She closed her eyes and let
the dream take over her mind.  The images were fuzzy and not very clear at
all, but they did reveal the start of her nightmare.  She remembered
standing in a very dark area with the two friendly teenagers.  Then the
words of one shook her to the core.  "I told you I'd get even.  You're
going to be my whore and we'll have sex all night," Jeff whispered.

   Diane remembered shaking her head and then the teen slapped her across
the cheek.  At the time she was frightened and didn't want to upset the
friendly teenager so she let him guide her back into the building.  The
memory came in glimpses, but it was clear enough to know the teens
literally carried her into the elevator and up to her third floor condo. 
She recalled having trouble walking and then somehow she was standing at
her front door.  When she fumbled for the keys, it took one of the teens to
unlock the door so they could enter.

   Diane lay on her bed and let the daydream continue.  Her body trembled
because suddenly it was apparent that she had been duped and her drinks
must have been spiked with something very mind numbing and powerful.  She
wasn't the type of person to get totally inebriated to the point of losing
control and that had never happened before.

   The next recollection of her lost evening was standing inside the front
door of her condo with the realization she was paralyzed.  Diane remembered
not wanting to stand and welcoming the strong arms that picked her up.  She
couldn't hold up her head and it rolled from side to side when she was
carried down the hallway to her bedroom.  Her eyes filled with tears, as
faint images of being naked filled her head, and then her memory went
blank. Try as hard as she could, nothing came back and she drifted into an
uneasy dreamland.

   It was about five in the afternoon when her doorbell rang and woke her
from the restless nap.  Diane answered the door in a tizzy because she
still didn't know exactly what happened to her at the party.  She opened
the door and came face to face with two familiar, pimply-faced teenagers
who had the biggest grins on their faces.  One teen promptly handed her a
DVD in a plastic case and simply waited.

   Diane knew.  There was a smirk of the utmost confidence written all over
the teenager's baby-face and without saying a word, Diane knew Jeff was
responsible for what happened last night.  Suddenly what he said to her
after she embarrassed him in the laundry room came rushing back to her. 
'I'll get you.  I'll get even!  You're the biggest bitch around here and
you think your shit doesn't stink,' he had said in a firm, direct manner
that fateful day.  'You swing that pretty ass around like you're the Queen
of Sheba.  I'll get you...  I'll get even with you!'

   She winced and recalled the parting words from the teenager, as he left
the laundry room.  'One way or other...  I'll fuck that gorgeous piece of
ass.' Diane shuddered and felt like fainting when Jeff's warning words from
last night flashed into her head.  'I told you I'd get even.  You're going
to be my whore and we'll have sex all night,' he told her while they stood
in the darkness under some trees.

   The door remained open and without an invitation, the teenagers simply
walked into her apartment.  "Watch the movie.  You'll see a real whore...
see what a whore you are," Jeff stated.  "You can watch the Queen of Sheba
in action, as she celebrates Independence Day."

   She reluctantly stepped towards the teens and decided to stop the
foolishness right away.  Diane had her fill of the teenager's brashness and
she glared at Jeff when she spoke.  "Get out!  Get out this minute or I'll
call your parents...  the cops."

   Jeff quickly reached for the door and slammed it shut.  He had the
meanest expression on his face, as he moved towards the frightened young
woman.  Diane backed up each time the teen stepped closer until she hit the
living room sofa.  Then Jeff put his hand in the center of her chest and
pushed her down.  Diane landed with a thud and she looked up at the
teenager with a dumbfounded expression after his sudden show of supreme
power.

   The teen looked straight into her eyes.  "Let's watch the movie...  then
you'll change your tune," Jeff said.  "Try to remember last night.  What
you did...  what we did."

   Diane thought back.  The last thing she remembered clearly from her
daydream was returning to her condo with these two teenagers.  She could
not understand why she was with the dimwitted kid who she thought had the
brains of an idiot.  Then she recalled being in her bedroom and it was
very, very quiet as her clothes were slowly stripped from her body.  All of
a sudden a fresh image flashed through her brain.  She was completely naked
and having sex with someone other than her devoted husband.  Diane
shuddered and quickly blocked out the raunchy illustrations of riding the
penis of a stranger.

   The sofa was big and had plenty of room for three.  The teens sat down
on either side of Diane and Jeff immediately took control.  He put one arm
around her neck and the other went to her chest.  When his daring fingers
went to the front of her shirt, she quickly slapped his hand aside.  The
protest came out before Diane realized what she was saying.  "Stop, you
little bastard.  Take your filthy hands off me."

   Jeff merely grinned at her, as his fingers returned to the loose fitting
t-shirt.  "You act like the biggest bitch...  now you can fuck like the
biggest bitch," he said.  "Just like we did last night."

   She grabbed his hand but couldn't move it away, as the teenager proved
to be much stronger than she thought.  "If you don't stop, I'll call the
police."

   Jeff paused, giving her time to digest what was happening, and then he
continued.  "You came all over my dick last night," he said.  "I've never
seen anyone so hot and horny."

   "No!  No, that's impossible." Then her head started spinning and filled
with random pictures of naked bodies.  One of the illusions was of her
nakedness and then there were others of mysterious men.

   "Oh baby, you came.  Just like the biggest whore in the world, you came
all over my cock."

   "No, no, I didn't...  I couldn't.  No, I couldn't...  never!"

   Jeff simply reached for her hand, which still held the DVD, and snatched
the case.  "Once you see what is on this disk, you'll understand," he
informed the shocked wife and waved his hand in front of her face.  "This
is a movie of everything you did.  A movie of you having sex with a
teenager!"

   "You're crazy.  I went to the party and celebrated with everyone," Diane
replied.  Her headache throbbed and she wasn't sure if she was getting sick
to her stomach or if her stomach was merely quivering like crazy.  "Nothing
happened!"

   "Once you see this, you'll understand," Jeff said, as he waved the DVD
back and forth.  "Blackmailing you and making you my little bitch is making
my dick hard...  just like last night."

   Diane wanted to slap his face so bad that she virtually fumed with rage.
She looked into his dark paralyzing eyes and then down at the disk.  With
great reluctance, she grabbed the DVD.  "Nothing happened...  nothing!"

   "Play it.  C'mon, pop the fucking thing into the player and let's watch
the neighborhood slut in action," Jeff said and laughed.  Then he pushed
Diane to her feet and towards the entertainment unit to indicate his
urgency.  "Play it!"

   Diane slowly walked over to the DVD player.  She slid the disk into the
narrow slot and stood motionless for several seconds before hearing the
teen prodding her to continue.  Diane hit the play button and stared in
utter disbelief when the first images of a naked woman flashed onto the
television screen.  No one had to tell her that she was the actress in the
movie and her heart started racing out of control.

   She stood silent in front of the television and only vaguely sensed the
awareness of the two teenagers who were standing right behind her.  Diane
desperately wanted to hit the stop button and end the drastic turmoil, but
she couldn't.  The evidence was far too overpowering and she watched, as
her womanly body seemed to ride a slender set of male hips.  The camera
angle was perfect.  Plainly visible was the entire front of her torso and
even the small narrow space between her thighs was fully exposed.  Her
dainty fingers surrounded the tiny clitoris and they rolled and twisted the
morsel like a loving angel, like they did almost everyday since her husband
departed.

   Diane looked closer.  The movie had to be a fake.  Her eyes were only
half open but that didn't matter, as the expression on her face appeared to
be one of heightened stimulation.  Diane knew she wasn't aroused, but she
also realized that any viewer would think differently because of the
explicit sexual position.  She listened and every word and sound sent
shivers up and down her spine.  "Ride me, baby, ride me.  Move that hot
pussy over my cock and fuck me," came over the speakers and each word sent
a knife into her stomach.

   Then the camera zoomed in and focused solely on the one thing.  Her
fingers only moved slightly, but enough to show that she was molesting her
own clitoris.  "Haaaggh...  haaaggh," came from deep in her throat and
sounded like she was actually extremely aroused in the movie.

   "Do it, baby, ride me hard.  Can you feel my cock in your hot belly?"

   "Naaaggh...  naaaggh."

   "Sweet Jesus, baby, you're hot...  so fucking hot."

   "Naaawww...  Naaawww."

   "Are you ready...  ready for some hot cum?"

   "Noooo...  noooo." It may have been a drunken protest or a drugged
response, but it sounded more erotic than if she had yelled for him to take
her.

   "Holy shit...  baby, you're cumming...  cumming...  cumming all over my
big cock!"

   Even though it was a lie, no viewer would know because her hips started
gyrating and bouncing wildly up and down in a shear random fashion. 
Despite the supposed charade, there could be no believable defense for the
intercourse, as it looked like she was a willing partner.  The teenager had
wisely used the perfect sexual position with her on top of his outstretched
body and clinging to his bucking torso.  It was impossible to tell Diane
was sedated, as her body bounced up and down when the teenager pumped his
hips at her with an out of control fucking fashion.

   The scenes swiftly turned into a lewd porno movie, as the woman's naked
torso collapsed on top of the horny teenager.  The camera panned over the
sexy bare back and along the sides of the two thrashing torsos.  Glimpses
of her bare tits were plainly flashed on the screen whenever her chest
bounced and the viewer got the odd peek of an extremely large and erect
nipple at the same time.  Then the absolute worst moment of her life
happened.  The camera shifted downward and showed a close-up from behind
the two crotches, which were melded together in a most vulgar fashion.

   Tears came to her eyes when she noticed the long hard cock slowly moving
in and out of her honey-hole.  What made the sight horrible was that there
were obvious streams of thick white cum along the cock-shaft that were
visible whenever the cock pulled out of the leaking hole.  Then the thick
shaft would slowly thrust to the hilt and loud moans of obvious pleasure
sounded.  Goosebumps covered her arms and face, as it was apparent who was
moaning.  Diane deemed it was from distress, but the sounds in the movie
appeared to be the result of some kind of raging desire or even some kind
of animal lust.

   Whether the closing scenes were captured on purpose or it was just the
way things happened during the rotten intercourse, no viewer would dispute
the erotic dramatization.  The extended cock plopped out of her hole. 
Three or four jets of cum erupted out of the penis head before a hand
grabbed the upstanding shaft.  Then the head was craftily reinserted into
the burning inferno and the male hips gave three or four powerful thrusts
before the two bodies went still.

   Diane noticed how her body remained motionless, as the movie continued.
The muscles of the male's groin jerked randomly and it was apparent he was
still pumping cum into her unprotected vagina.  Diane thought she had
witnessed the absolute worst encounter of her life, but she was wrong.  Her
naked body was crudely rolled off of Jeff's outstretched torso and fully
exposed to the world.  It was hard to tell if she was awake or fully aware
of what was happening because the cunning teenager embraced her head and
shoulders.

   Jeff rained kisses all over her face and head, as the two appeared to be
hugging and kissing.  Suddenly another slender teenager was on top of her
and it was apparent he was horny.  Danny held his impressive erection in
one hand and there was about four or five inches of steel poking out above
his fist.  When he rubbed the bulbous head up and down through her leaking
slit, Diane simply cried, as she watched the horrible sight.

   No one in the world would believe her if she said the intercourse wasn't
consensual.  She was kissing one teenager and another was about to ram his
cock into her opening.  Her hips jumped and jerked wildly and then an eerie
guttural groan erupted in the movie that sounded like an animal getting
satisfaction.  Several inches of ramrod disappeared inside her vaginal
canal and then she muttered more incriminating noises.  Her legs remained
fully splayed and Danny rode her fast and hard, which made the movie appear
more authentic than Diane cared to believe.

   The teenager seemed consumed by an orgasm and then her naked body sort
of went out of control.  Again Diane could find no plausible way to explain
how the sex could be completely nonconsensual so she sobbed and sobbed
until tears ran down her cheeks.  "But you changed it...  edited the movie
to make it look like I was willing.  You changed it," she whispered.

   Jeff was beside her and he had a firm grip of her arm.  He glared into
her teary eyes and burned a hole into her delicate soul.  "You saw the
evidence.  How a sweet, innocent wife fucked two teenagers...  willingly
had sex with them."

   "But I didn't...  not like it looks.  I drank...  you put something in
my drink...  made me do it," Diane whispered, as her legs started to quiver
like mad.  Jeff noticed her discomfort and he swiftly guided her back to
the sofa.  He pushed her down and then he sat on one side and Danny on the
other, just as they had earlier.

   If there was one sexual experience that always ended with her achieving
a tremendous orgasm it was cunnilingus.  The movie continued and Diane
stared straight at the vivid images of the naked female's seductive
features.  Her tits swayed wildly from side to side and then the worst
thing in the world happened.  Jeff brazenly spread her legs, as wide as
they would go, and he jumped between the shapely thighs.  When his face hit
her crotch, Diane let out a desperate cry.

   She couldn't believe the images, as the camera captured the dramatic
cunnilingus.  Diane watched the tongue lash through her clearly exposed
pussy slit several times and then fingers held her labia apart.  She
noticed the well-defined clitoris just before the teen's mouth closed
directly on top of the pink morsel.  Diane saw the teen shove her legs up
in the air and push her thighs out to the sides.  When the tongue started a
furious licking motion, she could only imagine what it felt like last night
even in her drugged or inebriated state.

   Then the camera lens zoomed out enough to catch the expression on her
face.  There was nothing more devastating than witnessing her face etched
with what appeared to be lust or some kind of sexual desire.  Diane was
positive she hadn't reached an orgasm, but in the movie there was no way to
tell whether she had or not, as her sweat-covered body kept thrashing all
over the place.  Her thoughts of telling people she wasn't an eager partner
were forgotten when the next scenes appeared on the screen.

   You could see her stomach heaving in and out, as if she was experiencing
a very profound lack of control.  Clearly captured were her fingers clawing
the bed and her sharp nails piercing the sheets because of the desperation
roaring through her loins.  Diane had no recollection of a climax yet her
body appeared consumed by ecstasy, as the cunnilingus evolved.

   It had to be the worst orgasm of her life.  The damning video continued
and Diane was positive she was going to throw up.  She watched the dramatic
expression on her face and noticed how her eyes sort of rolled up into her
forehead.  The theatrical appearance could have been from lust or desire;
or from pain or agony, but in the well-edited movie it was impossible to
tell the difference.

   Diane knew that anyone who watched would most likely assume the woman
freely had intercourse with the teenagers.  She cringed.  "What...  what do
you want from me?"

   Jeff put his forefinger under her chin and forced her to keep looking at
the television.  "You can see what happened.  No one will believe you if
you say you were forced," he stated.

   The womanly hips jumped and jerked wildly on the screen.  "I wasn't
conscious...  able to give permission.  You raped me," she whispered.

   "Call it what you want, but when people see the movie, they'll know
you're a slut...  a married slut."

   "No, no, they won't."

   "Oh, they will and you know it."

   Diane closed her eyes to block out the illustrious orgasm, as she tried
to find fault with the teenager's logic.  Slowly she opened her eyes again
and the visions of her naked body in the throes of a violent climax
wouldn't go away.  "Oh gawd, oh please, please have mercy," she said hoping
the teens would listen.

   Something brushed across her chest and Diane glanced down.  Nimble
fingers grabbed the bottom of her baggy shirt and rolled the garment up to
her neck.  She wanted to scream or at least grab the teen's hand, but her
body remained frozen.  She heard loud gasping sounds coming from her right
and realized Danny was desperate.  "Last time was great...  this time will
be even greater," Danny moaned.

   Suddenly she was on her feet.  Hands cupped her elbows and made it
possible to walk, as her knees wobbled and her legs felt extremely weak. 
The teenagers knew where to go and they escorted Diane down the long, dark
hallway to her bedroom.  "Dear gawd, no, no...  no!"

   Her feet barely touched the floor, as the teens carried her into the
room.  Everything stopped and the room became deathly quiet.  The only
sounds were those of two teenage boys breathing fast and in an aroused
manner.  Diane's arms were petrified and dangled at her sides when her top
was stripped and then her loose fitting gym pants were removed.  She hadn't
bothered to put on a bra or panties because of her troubled state that
morning so she stood naked and shivering in front of two horny teens.

   The bedroom was very dimly lit, which made her feel a little better. 
Jeff grabbed her shoulders and pushed her up face-first against the nearest
wall.  Diane faced the bare wall and felt like she was being scolded, as
the teenager put his hand in the center of her back and pushed.  She turned
her head, as her face and chest hit the wall, and felt the hot whiffs of
the teen's breath wash across her flushed cheek.

   Jeff grabbed her wrists and placed her hands about two feet apart on the
wall.  He leaned forward and put his mouth next to her ear, as he held her
arms outstretched.  "I hope you're ready, my love.  Hot and ready like you
were last night," he whispered, as he straightened up and stood directly
behind her.

   Diane was afraid to move.  When the teenager let go of her arms, she
remained plastered against the wall, too afraid to make him mad if she
moved.  She heard the almost silent noises of clothing and knew Jeff was
stripping.  It took only seconds for him to remove all of his clothes and
her heart pounded waiting for something to happen.  Then he leaned in again
and kissed her ear.  "Put your hand down...  around to the back and on my
penis," he said in a soft yet demanding voice.

   She remained petrified and merely flinched when her arm was yanked
around and behind her back.  Something hot brushed across the back of her
hand and Diane had difficulty breathing.  "No...  no...  no," she
whispered.

   Suddenly the hottest thing was against the palm of her hand.  "Touch me.
Put your fingers around my cock," Jeff said directly into her ear.  His
face sort of pushed against hers and pressed her cheek into the hard wall.
"Yes, like that.  Wrap your fingers all the way around my cock."

   Diane realized her fingers tightened around the thick penis.  She tried
to use her one arm to push away from the wall, but Jeff refused to let her
move.  "Oh gawd, no, I can't, no, I can't."

   "Squeeze, baby...  squeeze my cock."

   Her fingers tightened despite the resolve to resist.  "No, please no."

   Suddenly Jeff grabbed her arm and returned her hand to the wall.  He
placed his big hands over top of hers and acted as if he was holding her
captive.  He adjusted his hips and ensured the entire length of his
extended cock pressed along the crack of her ass.  "Are you ready...  like
last night.  Ready to get that gorgeous pussy rammed full of cock," Jeff
whispered, as he dropped his arms.

   Diane was free yet again she remained frozen.  She felt the teen's hands
rub the sides of her hips and caress all of her burning flesh from her
waist to her thighs.  Then Jeff arched his back and guided the tip of his
illustrious cock to the compressed crack at the top of her velvety thighs.
"Oh...  oh gawd, please don't, please don't."

   Jeff kissed her ear and used his tongue in a taunting fashion, as he
forced her face against the wall.  "Spread your legs...  spread'em."

   Diane would never understand how or why she obeyed.  Her arms were free
yet they remained outstretched against the wall, just as the teenager
wanted.  Suddenly there was a minute space between her thighs and it
enabled the ramrod to slip into her crotch.  The steel shaft straightened
and ran along the slick opening all the way to the tip of her pelvis.  When
her delicate labia spread, Diane cried.  "Gawwww...  gawwww, no, please,
no."

   "Wider...  spread your legs wider."

   "No, you can't...  I can't."

   "Yes, higher, stand higher...  on your tiptoes."

   "Gawd, no...  not there...  no."

   "That's it...  now spread your legs more...  wider!"

   "No, no...  no."

   "Yes, like that...  wider...  spread your feet."

   "Gawd, no, please don't."

   "Oh fuck...  YES...  FUCK YES!"

   Diane was on her toes and her feet were about two feet apart when her
heart stopped.  The clever teenager dropped his hips and then gave one
powerful thrust.  The head of his cock hit the flaming hole and surged into
the inferno.  "Aaaggghhh...  aaaggghhh."

   Jeff put his teeth on her ear and whispered through clenched teeth. 
"Are you ready?  Push back...  back hard...  harder!"

   Diane arched her back and then her breathing stopped.  The cock-head
sliced into her inner being and pierced her spirit.  She couldn't breathe.
Diane gasped for air and felt the biggest cock enter her guts.  Her arms
remained spread on the wall and her cheek was plastered against the hard,
cold surface.  "Oh please, use something.  Oh gawd, you're in...  inside."

   "Don't worry...  I'll pull out.  Don't worry."

   "Oh gawd, you can't...  not inside."

   "Don't worry, I won't cum...  I'll pull out."

   Diane's mind swirled in confusion, as she listened to the teen's
juvenile comments, and she tried to judge the obvious danger.  "Gawd, no...
not inside."

   "I'll pull out.  Push harder...  back harder.  Push!"

   "Dear gawd, a condom...  please use a condom."

   "Sluts don't use condoms," Jeff declared and rammed his stellar cock to
the hilt.

   "No, gawd, gaaawwwd."

   "That's it...  push...  PUSH!  Beg...  beg for my cock."

   "Aaaaggggh."

   Jeff drove his hips at Diane and lifted her off the floor.  He grabbed
her hair and held her head steady, as he demanded obedience.  "Fuck me,
baby.  Drive that cunt at me.  Say it!"

   "No, no...  no."

   "SAY IT!"

   "Oh fuck...  fuck...  fuck."

   "AGAIN!"

   "Fuck...  gawd, fuck me."

   "MORE!"

   "Oh gawd, you're inside...  deep, so deep...  fucking me."

   "Again!"

   "Oh fuck...  oh fuck."

   Jeff lifted her higher and felt her legs thrash around trying to stop
the intense fucking.  He yanked her hair hard and jerked her head backwards
so she stared straight at the ceiling.  "Not yet...  wait.  Wait for it...
I want to fill your snatch with baby-cum!"

   Her stomach heaved and went into severe convulsions.  For the first time
in her life, she lost complete control, but suddenly it didn't matter. 
There was no reason for morality or any kind of decency.  Her womanly
juices coated the big cock and Diane knew the orgasm would haunt her
forever.  She was consumed by the daunting lust and nothing else mattered.
"Gawd, I can't...  can't...  oh gawd, I'm cumming.  I can't stop."

   Diane felt the teen's hips quiver and knew he was ready.  Her body
perched precariously on top of the stellar penis and her chest slipped up
and down on the sweaty wall.  Jeff let go of her hair and grabbed her
around the waist.  He pulled on her hips and planted her feet about two
feet away from the wall.  Diane bent over at the waist and used her arms to
support herself so she wouldn't slam into the wall.

   The teenager tightened his grip around her slim waist.  Jeff jerked her
backwards and rammed his powerful hips at her ass.  His cock sliced through
her soul and Jeff blasted searing cum into her deepest regions without any
remorse or regret.  "I can't hear you...  TALK!"

   "I'm, oh gawd, I'm cumming...  cumming."

   Jeff pumped his hips every time he jettisoned molten lava into the
seductress.  "Sluts don't use condoms.  Cum, baby, cum."

   Nothing else mattered.  "Fuck, oh fuck, I cumming...  cumming."

   "Yes, yes...  drive your ass back.  Hard...  harder!"

   "I'm...  I'm....  oh gawd, I'm cumming."

   "Oh fuck...  oh fuck...  oh fuck!"

   "You said...  but you said," she moaned.

   "Oh fuck...  talk!  Beg me to fuck you."

   Diane was delirious with the cock-head buried inside her deepest region.
Suddenly the danger didn't matter and she obeyed.  "Cum...  oh gawd, cum...
cum."

   Jeff squeezed her around the waist and pulled backwards as hard as he
could.  "Fuck me, baby, fuck me." He arched his back and then rammed his
hips at her bare ass, driving his cock to the hilt.

   Her arms ached yet she summoned the strength to push.  "Yes, gawd yes.
I'm cumming.  Do it...  do it to me." Diane turned her head to the side and
what she saw caused her heart to stop.  Danny had a movie camera and there
were no reservations, as he recorded the sexual encounter between his best
buddy and the adorable married woman.  Diane sobbed as the final spasms
rocked her frail body and she knew the teenagers would blackmail her at
every opportunity.  She would be forced to satisfy Jeff and Danny's
insatiable desire whether she wanted to or not.

   Her climax ended long before Jeff was finished.  He rocked her body back
and forth ensuring to drive his cock to the hilt with every thrust.  When
he let go of her torso, Diane fell to her hands and knees.  Danny was on
her before she could regain her composure.  He tossed the camera to Jeff
and grabbed for the luscious butt that he had admired and craved since
ravaging her at last night's party.

   Diane wanted to crawl across the floor to get away from the teenager,
but her arms and legs felt like they were mired in quicksand.  She made
several attempts to move forward, but the strong hands around her waist
ensure she didn't escape.  All of a sudden something poked her and seemed
to be trying to hit the most vital spot between her legs.  Her hands clawed
the carpet; her knees wouldn't budge.  When the burning rod pierced her
soaked labia, Diane gasped out loud.  "Noooo...  noooo...  gawd, no.  No
more.  I can't...  no more," she pleaded.

   Suddenly she couldn't breathe.  She gasped for air and felt the big cock
enter her belly.  She was well lubricated and Danny easily rocked her back
and forth using her knees as a balance point.  When his cock-head surged
through her precious cervix, he merely grunted like an animal. 
"Grrraaaggg...  grrraaaggg."

   "Condom, please gawd, protection...  use a condom.

   "Fuck...  just like last night.  Fuck baby...  fuck!"

   "Gawd no, I can't...  not again."

   "Oh baby, fuck...  fuck."

   Her body rocked feverishly back and forth.  Danny tightened his grip
around her waist and used a crazed fucking fashion to destroy any remaining
struggle.  Her arms were too weak to hold herself upright.  Diane dropped
her head to the floor and she sobbed quietly, as the teenager took
liberties she never dreamed of allowing anyone other than her husband. 
When Danny's mad thrusting became wild and sporadic, she knew he was
filling her sanctuary with dangerous semen.

   Overcome with grief, Diane collapsed flat on the floor when Danny pushed
her away after his prolonged orgasm.  She closed her eyes and listened, as
the teenagers frantically got dressed and left her condo.  Diane heard the
front door slam and breathed a big sigh of relief.  She summoned up the
strength to get up and literally staggered straight to the bathroom.  The
silly notion that a hot bath might alleviate her problems came to her and
Diane filled the bathtub with the hottest water.

   Sitting in the steamy hot water, Diane had plenty of time for worried
thoughts.  She contemplated the future, knowing that the teenagers had more
than enough incriminating evidence to blackmail her.  There didn't seem to
be any solution for the dilemma and she left her troubles, as she drifted
into a peaceful catnap.

   ***

   Diane was on her way to work when the teenager met her in the
underground parking garage.  She felt terribly uncomfortable, as Jeff stood
in front of her and blocked her way.  His eyes roved slowly up and down her
body before stopping to leer at her abundant breasts and she shivered
waiting for him to say something.  "We're going to celebrate...  have a fun
little party tonight.  We all know that tonight is normally laundry night,
but instead I have the best night planned for you," Jeff informed the
shocked woman.

   "But...  but I can't.  I have too much work...  busy at work."

   "Too bad, my love."

   "I can't...  I'm busy."

   Jeff completely ignored the pathetic pleas.  "Since all of your clothes
are dirty...  you can go around the house in the nude."

   "What?  Nude?  You can't be serious!"

   "After you get home from work, take off all of your clothes.  Tonight
you're going to wear nothing.  I hope you understand."

   "But...  nothing?"

   "You're going to walk around in the nude.  No clothes...  no bra...  no
panties.  When you get a visitor...  someone knocks on the door, you'll
answer it and greet them with nothing on but a big smile."

   Diane was dumbfounded.  "But, I can't walk around not dressed," she
replied.  "I can't let people see me...  not nude."

   "No one will see you...  just your visitor.  That's the best part.  I
want this visitor to be impressed when he sees the sexiest woman in the
world," Jeff said.  "I want Jeremy to see your tits...  the rest of your
body."

   "Jeff, please, don't," she begged.

   "You're going to love Jeremy.  He is a great guy and I owe him a big
favor."

   "But, but...  no, I can't."

   "I've told Jeremy to visit you at seven o'clock.  Invite him in and
we'll see what happens after he sees a naked woman answer the door.  I've
dreamed of finding some woman naked...  now Jeremy will be the lucky one."

   "No, please Jeff...  no more.  I can't do any more."

   "Just to relieve your mind, I will make this the last blackmail.  I
won't force you to do anything...  ever again," Jeff vowed.  "But you have
to do this."

   Diane stared into the eyes of the devil.  There was no leniency and her
stomach churned because she didn't know whether to believe him or not.  Her
marriage, her life would be ruined if Jeff revealed her past indiscretions
even though they weren't her fault.  The teen quickly turned and departed,
leaving Diane standing beside her car with her mouth open.  She reluctantly
went to work and the entire day was a blur, as she kept thinking about
Jeff's disparaging orders and his promise to end the turmoil.  When
quitting time arrived, her heart started beating a lot faster and she
didn't know what to do.

   She managed to relax and regain a measure of control during the drive
home, but then her heart started racing when her condo complex came into
view.  Diane pulled into her assigned parking spot and reluctantly got out
of the car.  The slow walk up three flights and to her condo seemed to take
forever.  She glanced at her watch and noticed there was a little over one
hour before the deadline.

   Diane was going to have something to eat, but her stomach couldn't take
any food.  She puttered around trying to take her mind off the upcoming
rendezvous but nothing helped, as she kept contemplating taking off all of
her clothes and meeting a stranger at the door.  Close to 6:30, she went
into her bathroom and decided to take a relaxing hot bath.  Soaking in the
tub made a world of difference and she managed to regain some measure of
self-control until there was only ten minutes before the dreaded
rendezvous.

   She rushed into her bedroom and sat down in front of the mirror, as she
clung to the faint hope that this would be the end of Jeff's blackmail. 
Diane coolly applied her makeup, but her heartbeat increased and her
breathing grew more ragged with every stroke.  She brushed her forehead
with the back of her hand and realized she was slightly flushed.  Diane
looked at herself in the mirror and when she saw a hot and ready woman, her
stomach quivered like mad.  'Dear gawd, what am I doing?  I can't.  I can't
do it,' she protested.  'He'll want to...  oh geez, oh geez.  He'll think I
want to have sex.'

   She was still looking in the mirror when the doorbell sounded.  Her
heart stopped and so did her breathing, as she tried to imagine a way out.
Diane wondered if the sacrifice was worth it?  Then she thought of her
loving husband and how his heart would break if he knew about Jeff's clever
blackmail.  Her feet started moving and she reached the door just as a
second series of bells sounded.

   Diane held the doorknob in her hand and didn't move.  Suddenly the
doorbell rang again and she slowly turned the knob and opened the door far
enough to see who was on the other side.  She peered around the door and
tried to hide her body behind the door.  Her eyes opened wide in dismay and
then she closed the door so fast that it slammed.  Her heart pounded and
Diane felt so flushed that it was very hard to breathe.  When a soft tap
sounded, she let out a sob of despair.

   The doorknob twisted slightly in her hand, as it was turned from the
outside.  Diane reluctantly opened the door.  "I'm Jeremy.  Jeff said you
were expecting me," came the response from the startled teenager.

   "No...  yes...  no...  oh gawd, yes," Diane whispered, as she opened the
door enough to let the young man slip into her home.  She stood against the
door and noticed the teen's eyes glued to her chest and directly on her
boobs.  "Yes...  Jeff...  he...  yes he," she mumbled and didn't know what
else to say.

   "Is it okay?  Do you want me to go?"

   "No, yes, oh gawd, no."

   "You look gorgeous...  beautiful...  way sexier than Jeff described."

   Diane watched the teen's eyes roam up and down her torso before
lingering on her midsection.  "Jeff, he...  well he," she said and couldn't
seem to say any more.

   "Jeff said that you've never had sex with a black man and that you told
him how much you wanted it to happen," Jeremy said and reached out for her
hand.  He noticed her great reluctance so he decided to take charge.  "Can
we go to the bedroom?"

   Diane never knew how her arm came up, but suddenly the black teenager
grabbed her dainty hand.  She stumbled and almost tripped when Jeremy led
her down the hallway and into the master bedroom.  The teen let go of her
hand and immediately stripped all of his clothes.  When he was completely
naked, he turned and faced the sexy, naked woman.

   Diane held one arm across her chest and one hand over her pelvis in a
futile attempt to show some modesty.  She couldn't stop staring.  The dark
black cock stood straight out from the teen's hips and Diane had never seen
one so big, so thick or so mesmerizing.  All of a sudden the teenager took
a couple of steps and stood mere inches in front of her.  "I know how you
feel.  I've never had sex with a white woman," he whispered.

   It was impossible to speak with her heart in her throat so her mind went
a million miles per hour.  'So what?  It isn't the same.  I don't want sex
with you...  or any man,' she thought.  'Not black...  not white...  no
man.'

   Jeremy put his arms around Diane and held her in a tight embrace.  Diane
felt his impressive penis push against her overheated flesh and then
flatten out along her belly.  The teen was taller than she was and it felt
like his cock ran all the way from her tummy to her chest.  Then the teen
picked her up like she was a feather and adjusted her torso so that the
head of his pecker slipped between her legs.  'Dear Lord, help!  He's
going...  oh gawd, he's going to...  oh gawd,' Diane thought, as her head
kept swirling in confusion.

   The teen shuffled over to the bed and gingerly let Diane drop.  She
landed on her back and her arms sort of flung out to the sides.  When she
glanced down at her crotch, she nearly fainted.  'Oh Lord, oh Lord, he's...
his cock, oh gawd, he's going to.' She held her breath and the thoughts
kept buzzing through her mind.  'No, no, no, I can't.  He's going to rape
me.'

   It probably happened in a minute or two, but to Diane it felt like an
eternity.  The teen leaned over her torso and kissed her all over.  His hot
lips and taunting tongue caressed every part of her neck and chest until
his mouth devoured one of her rebellious nipples.  The bud was extremely
hard and Jeremy rolled his tongue around the nipple many times before
surrounding it with his teeth.

   When the teenager nibbled on her nipple, Diane sensed something wasn't
going right.  Then Jeremy shifted to the neglected boob and didn't stop
nibbling until that bud was fully erect.  Diane closed her eyes when the
teen's hand slithered down her overheated stomach.  The fingers traced tiny
circles on her hot flesh and also teased her bellybutton by pretending to
be a penis.

   Diane squeezed her eyes shut as hard as she could when the fingers
traveled down her tummy and onto her upraised pelvis.  Suddenly the burning
mouth followed.  The tongue grazed her twitching belly and swiftly started
licking the top of her thighs.  The teen put his fingers on her knees and
merely pushed sideways to indicate what he wanted.  Her legs spread and
enabled Jeremy to shove his arms between her thighs.

   It happened so fast that Diane nearly passed out.  Her legs were forced
apart and then the hottest mouth closed over top of her opening.  The
tongue darted out of the teen's mouth and slipped between the soaked pussy
lips.  It may have been by shear accident, but the teen sucked the entire
clitoris into his hot mouth.  He toyed with the clit with his tongue and
nibbled with his teeth.

   "No, no, gawd no," she moaned, as she twisted and rolled her hips
frantically trying to get away.

   "I'm sorry...  did I hurt you," the teen asked?

   "No...  no, it was...  was," Diane mumbled.  She was confused by the
teenager's action, as she had expected him to simply mount her and have
intercourse with or without her permission.  The teen's head dropped back
to her crotch and she watched her delicate clitty get swirled around and
around in a furious fashion.

   Diane had prepared herself to be ravaged and even raped by Jeff's
friend, but suddenly that wasn't happening.  She remembered some of her
girlfriends talking about cunnilingus.  They described the sex as selfish
yet the best sex; how nothing in the world compared to getting eaten out by
their husbands.  Diane recalled her husband's reluctance of any type of
oral sex and now there was a stranger between her legs.  "Ooohhh...  ooohhh
gaaawwwd."

   "Huuummm...  huuummm."

   "Noooo...  noooo."

   "Huuummm...  huuummm," Jermey moaned, as he rammed his stiff tongue into
the tiny hole.

   "Oh gawd, oh gawd, what are you doing?" A severe spasm shot through her
belly and Diane had doubts.  Whenever her body reached such an aroused
state, it wasn't long before she lost control to a burning desire.  Without
warning, the teenager lifted his head and he rolled on top of her
outstretched body.  Her legs remained widespread and she felt his hips slip
between her open thighs, as he reached up to kiss Diane on the mouth.

   Diane kept her mouth closed at first and she tried to roll her head to
the side.  She wanted to break the kiss and felt a great urgency when
something slipped up the inside of her thighs and jabbed the core of her
universe.  The dangerous cock-head pushed on her puffy labia and threatened
to pierce her soul.  Diane gasped and opened her mouth.  Her protest was
stifled when Jeremy kissed her hard and searched for her evasive tongue.

   Just as Diane arched her back and turned her hips, the teenager thrust
his hips.  Jeremy interpreted her fear and anxiety for pleasure.  He rammed
his powerful hips at her and heard a loud cry, which again he construed as
sexual desire for an interracial encounter.  Diane used every ounce of her
strength to break the kiss.  "No, no, please, you can't.  Protection... 
you need to use something...  a condom," she cried.  "I can't...  we
can't."

   Jeremy was horrified, as her fears hit him.  "Sorry!  I'm sorry, so
sorry.  I have one...  in my pants," he blurted out.  "I'll get it."

   The teenager quickly jumped up and rushed over to where his pants were
strewn on the floor.  He returned so fast that Diane barely caught her
breath before a condom wrapper was shoved in her face.  "Here, please do
it...  put it on," he said.  "I can't...  my fingers," he said and showed
how his hands were literally shaking.

   Diane didn't know what else to do so she took the condom.  She looked at
the colorful package and then at where the thing was going to go.  If
stimulating or overwhelming events happened to her in the past, nothing
compared to putting a rubber condom on the biggest, black cock.  Her
fingers literally vibrated when she ripped the wrapper open and gingerly
took out the condom.  When she set the condom on the thick head of Jeremy's
penis, drops of slick white cream seeped out and filled the floppy rubber
cup.  Nothing in her past compared to rolling the condom slowly down the
long shaft.

   Diane couldn't take her eyes off the menacing cock.  Jeremy pushed her
shoulders and in a heartbeat Diane was on her back with a black teenager
between her legs.  He held his torso up as high as possible and left plenty
of room between his chest and Diane's.  She stared downward across her flat
stomach and noticed the charcoal penis spread her white labia to reveal the
pinkest slit.  The black head was massive.  Suddenly it was gone and her
heart raced so fast that blood rushed to her head and made her temples
throb.

   Dazed, Diane watched the teenager thrust half of his cock into her
womanly opening and then she tried to endure what came next.  Jeremy dug
his fingers into the soft flesh of Diane's ass and held her hips steady, as
he pumped.  His chest fell and she lost sight of the raunchy penetration.
Diane tried to breathe and suck in enough oxygen so she wouldn't pass out,
but it was hard with several inches of ramrod buried deep inside of her
inner being.

   All of a sudden she heard the teenager huffing and puffing like crazy
and knew he was going to orgasm.  Without thinking her arms came up and
Diane hugged the thrashing teen, as if she wanted his experience to be very
memorable.  Just when she thought his lengthy climax was over, Jeremy
arched his back and drove his powerful hips at her.  The lights went out
and she couldn't breathe.  There was an unfamiliar tingling deep inside her
belly and Diane merely hung on for dear life, knowing what might happen if
her resolve waned.

   Both were totally exhausted when the teenager's climax ended.  Diane
rolled onto her side and Jeremy snuggled against her back.  She never gave
it a second thought when the teenager deftly pried her legs apart.  Jeremy
raised her upper leg just enough to create a space at the top of her
shapely thighs.  Then he slipped his semi-hardened cock into the moist
crotch and let the lengthy shaft rest directly on Diane's pussy slit.

   It was the perfect position.  Diane closed her eyes and imagined her
husband behind her.  They often had sex in this position and it brought
back wonderful memories, as she dreamed about her husband.  She was too
tired to move and relished the chance to simply remain still.  Jeremy
tucked his arm under Diane's head and tightened his embrace, as his hand
cupped a boob.  He reached around her chest with his other arm and hugged
her tighter into his chest.

   Diane was in dreamland; the teenager was tender.  His loving caress felt
marvelous on first one breast and then the other until both nipples were
rock-hard and throbbing.  She was going to ask Jeremy to stop, but wanted
to delay it for just a moment or two.  Then he fondled one boob and his
other hand went to her chin, tilting her head up slightly so his lips could
reach her ear.

   Jeremy kissed her ear and the side of her face, teasing her with his
tongue.  His fingers were elusive, lightly caressing every inch of her boob
and ensuring her nipple was fully erect and then he did the same to the
other.  The teenager's hot puffs of air washed across her cheek and seemed
to raise her temperature, as his fingers left her chin.  Jeremy pinched one
of her throbbing nipples with one hand and the other carved a path
downwards, venturing towards the Promised Land.  The skilled fingers
lightly caressed her stomach and down to her shivering pelvis.

   Diane desperately wanted to hate the teenager, but somehow his loving
embrace and tenderness swayed her judgment.  The tip of his finger touched
her labia and she held her breath, almost hoping he would continue.  Then
the finger rested directly on top of her delicate clitoris and rolled the
bud back and forth ever so slightly.  Diane wasn't sure if the teen was
moving her clit or if the bud was throbbing around on its own.

   Jeremy slyly shifted his hips backwards until the head of his
rejuvenating cock was in the perfect position.  His arm remained curled
around her hip and he used his finger to press on the tip, as he guided the
head of his cock into the slippery darkness.  Diane shook her head, but she
refused to open her eyes.  The dream was too vivid and powerful and she
didn't want it to end without finding out more.  She didn't say anything
and merely let the wonderful sensations overtake her soaring emotions.

   Her mind was filled with a flurry of desire yet her body was motionless.
She gasped when the teen craftily shoved a few inches of ramrod into her
inferno and then he too remained absolutely still.  His fingers surrounded
one of her nipples, but they only held the bud and squeezed ever so
lightly. The fingers of his other hand captured her glorious clit and again
merely squeezed without moving very much.

   Diane was delirious.  She hoped the teenager would turn violent and
ravage her body so she could hate the kid.  Her loins tightened and
squeezed the embedded penis that was getting bigger and bigger.  Blood
surged through the hardened meat and made the cock throb crazily, which
readily transferred into her overheated canal.  Just as Diane was going to
roll away from the teenager, the most severe spasm shot through her guts.
She opened her mouth to utter a protest, but nothing came out.

   Another spasm tore through her stomach and her hips jerked wildly.  She
was filled with a rare and unfamiliar desire and somehow it controlled her
body.  When her back arched, her hips thrust backwards, which brought a
sudden end to her struggles.  Diane dreamed of her husband snuggled up
against her heated body and everything seemed right, as this was their
favorite position.  The head of the teen's hardon burst through the final
barrier of reason and the floodgates opened wide.

   Jeremy hugged her, using his arms to pull her closer and his hands to
squeeze her.  One hand fondled her titty and his fingers tenderly caressed
the hardened nipple.  Jeremy's other hand cupped over her pelvis and his
long middle finger pressed directly on top of her throbbing clitty, rolling
the bud back and forth.  He nestled his face into the crook of her neck and
his breathing was fast and ragged.

   When a harsh tremor ripped through his loins, his reaction was swift and
profound.  Jeremy bit down on the flesh of her shoulder and Diane cried
out, but it wasn't from pain.  The bite turned her into an animal.  Lust
flooded her mind and the womanly cream flowed over the black cock, making
it easier for Jeremy to pump his powerful hips at her shivering backside.

   Her unexpected orgasm crested and Jeremy's exploded with a fury of an
out of control teenager.  Diane's body was out of control and she flung her
arm out in front of her torso trying to lesson the furious convulsions in
her belly.  The teenager wisely pinched her vulnerable clitty and she
couldn't stop or slowdown the crushing orgasm.  Her stomach heaved and she
feverishly tried sucking in and out in an effort to regain a measure of
control over her soaring emotions.

   Diane moved her hand and touched something wet and clammy that was on
the sheets.  Her fingers groped the slimy object and it felt like a dagger
pierced her heart.  "But...  but...  no, it can't be," she whispered, as
she picked up the used condom with her fingertips.  "But...  but?"

   Jeremy peaked over her shoulder.  "It fell off...  slipped off after the
first time," he replied.

   "Oh gawd, no, not without anything?" Diane cringed, as the teen's hips
thrust randomly and she knew Jeremy was shooting the final jets of cum into
her womb.  "No, it can't be.  I thought...  thought you had a condom."

   "I'm sorry.  I couldn't stop...  but I couldn't stop."

   "Oh gawd."

   "I'm sorry.  I got carried away.  You're so beautiful and sexy...  I got
carried away," Jeremy said.  "I couldn't stop."

   The intercourse ended in a hurry.  Diane rolled away and Jeremy quickly
got out of bed.  He dressed as fast as he could and tried not to look at
the depressed young woman.  He practically ran out of the condo and left
Diane cuddling herself in a fetal position, as she felt sorry for herself
to the point of having tears run down her cheeks.

   ***

   Diane fell asleep as soon as Jeremy departed.  Troubled by the dangerous
intercourse, she experienced nightmares that kept waking her up until the
alarm went off in the morning.  Groggy and sleepy, she got ready for work
and managed to get there on time despite being troubled by what happened.
Her only salvation was Jeff's vow to end the blackmail.  Diane spent the
day dreaming and hoping that her life would gradually be back to normal,
whatever that might be.

   She was still in a stupor when she got home and eventually settled into
a restful evening once she had something to eat.  When the phone rang, she
picked up the receiver and her heart stopped.  "Love, we're coming over. 
We'll give you the evidence and won't bother you anymore," Jeff said. 
"We'll be there in five minutes."

   It was the longest five minutes of her life.  She rushed into her
bedroom and changed into almost formal attire because she didn't want the
teenagers to think she was too casual or relaxed.  Diane could hardly
breathe when the doorbell rang and she answered the door, praying the
teenager was telling the truth about ending his blackmail.  She let them in
and Jeff handed her a few DVD's with the supposed evidence of her
infidelity.

   "Mom expects me home soon, but we have time," he declared.

   Diane merely stared at the teenager unable to believe her ears.  "But...
but you said...  you promised," she replied, as her voice sounded a little
shrill and almost woeful.  She looked at Jeff and then at Danny.  A shudder
ran through her body and Diane wasn't sure what it meant because the
feeling was similar to a sudden or unwanted arousal.

   Jeff was smart enough to know that a good thing can't last forever, but
he wasn't prepared to go without one last fling.  The experience of having
complete control over such a sexy woman, as Diane was fantastic, but he
realized it had to end eventually.  "I think your marriage and security are
worth one more...  another sexual encounter," he said.  "I want it to be
just like the first time...  when you were on top."

   "You said...  but you promised."

   "I said that I would stop blackmailing you and stop forcing you to have
sex with me...  and I will," he stated.  "Right after we have sex...  for
the last time."

   "No, gawd no, I can't."

   Jeff stood in front of her and Danny moved around to her left side.  "I
won't ask again.  I will keep my word after we do it.  After we have sex, I
won't bother you again," Jeff declared.  "We'll leave you alone."

   Diane felt trapped, but she still had confidence.  "No, no more," she
vowed and brought her arm up.  "No more, you bastard!"

   When she tried to slap the teenager, Jeff caught her arm just in time.
He held her with an iron grip and jerked her towards his chest.  "There you
go again...  acting like a real bitch," he said.

   "I won't.  I won't have sex with you again...  ever."

   Jeff swiftly turned her around and twisted her arm behind her back.  He
put his free arm around her neck and held her captive.  "Do it.  Rip her
fucking clothes off," he told Danny.  "Let's bang this uppity bitch."

   The arm tightened around her neck and Diane struggled to breathe.  Danny
quickly followed his buddy's orders.  Diane was wearing a nice pair of
designer jeans and Danny relished the thought of stripping them off her
seductive body.  He unsnapped the front and his eyes got bigger when he
unzipped the jeans to reveal a skimpy pair of panties.

   Danny struggled to roll the thick garment over her hips, but eventually
he got them down to her knees.  He paused to admire the high-cut panties
that made Diane look absolutely alluring and then he started running his
fingers around the edges of the panties.  Danny couldn't wait, as his
fingers dipped under the elastic and searched for the wetness between her
legs.

   Diane was horrified when the teenager groped her crotch.  She attempted
to loosen the restraining grip around her neck by standing on her tiptoes,
but Jeff simply pulled his arm backwards and tightened his hold.  Diane
lashed out with her foot, but her struggles only heightened the teen's
growing desire, as Danny quickly ripped off her panties and jeans.

   The position was awkward and humiliating for Diane and she sobbed when
the hot whiffs of Danny's breathing washed across her bare tummy and upper
thighs.  Then the two teenager's worked together to remove her fancy top
and bra.  Jeff's free hand undid the buttons of her blouse until the
garment draped open and put her chest on full display to Danny's hungry
eyes.  In a mere moment the blouse was stripped.  "Holy shit...  that's a
sexy bra.  She must have wanted her tits to show," the teen said.

   "Wow, you're not kidding...  fucking see-through and lacy.  She wanted
us to see her boobs," Jeff stated, as he promptly unfastened the clasp. 
Then the teen yanked the bottom of the stretchy bra and marveled when one
of the luscious boobs popped out into the open.  "Look!  Look at her
nipple. It's fucking rock-hard and begging us to feel it!"

   Virtually naked and shivering, Diane remained defiant.  "Stop!  Don't
touch me you little assholes.  Stop or I'll scream."

   "Go ahead.  Nobody is going to believe you.  Everybody in the complex
knows you're an uppity slut.  They'll believe us when we tell them you took
off your clothes and seduced two innocent teenagers," Jeff whispered.

   Diane struggled for all she was worth and managed to get free.  She
wheeled and lashed out at the teen.  This time she slapped Jeff across the
cheek.  When his head snapped to the side, she felt extremely regretful for
acting in such an uncommon manner.  Jeff pushed her backwards and straight
into the strong arms of his buddy.  "Hold her.  Let's get at it," he stated
and furiously ripped off her bra.

   Diane stood motionless with Danny's arms wrapped around her and she
stared straight at the naked teenager, as he quickly ripped off all his
clothes.  "Oh gawd, I'm sorry...  so sorry.  Please, don't...  I'm sorry,"
she pleaded.  "I didn't mean to hit you."

   Jeff led the way out of the room and down the hallway to Diane's
bedroom. "C'mon...  bring her to the playground.  Our dear little slut is
going to give us one last screw," he said.  "Maybe she'll learn to keep her
big mouth shut."

   Danny literally carried the distraught Diane to her bedroom, as her arms
and legs thrashed wildly trying to resist.  Jeff turned once he got inside
the room and grabbed one of Diane's arms.  Her jerked her out of Danny's
hold and sternly forced her across the room to the bed.  He pushed her
forward and she landed prone on the bed with her face buried in the
bedding.

   Jeff acted so fast that Diane didn't have a chance to struggle.  He
jumped on her back and grabbed her by the wrists, extending her arms way up
above her head.  Then the teenager shoved his knees between Diane's and
forced her legs apart.  He only needed a narrow separation and Jeff easily
spread her legs far enough to enable his ramrod to slip into the womanly
crotch.

   Jeff's face was at the back of her head and he shrewdly put his mouth
behind her ear.  "I know you want my cock...  don't you, love," he
whispered.  "Don't you?"

   The teenager pinned her arms outstretched and then his buddy made her
struggles futile.  Danny grabbed her ankle and spread one of her legs out
to the side as far as it would go.  Diane felt the probing.  The cock-head
hit the side of her thigh and thrust upwards.  When the tip grazed her
exposed slit, all she could do was shake her head and plead.  "Jeff, dear
gawd Jeff, please don't.  I'm sorry, so sorry...  please don't."

   Jeff felt the wetness on the sensitive rim around the head of his cock
and knew his aim was perfect.  He jerked his hips enough to feel the
womanly juices cover the first two or three inches of his shaft and then he
wanted to wait.  "Are you ready, my love," he asked.

   "No, gawd no."

   "Should I ram my cock into her belly?"

   "No, no...  gawd no."

   Jeff let go of one arm and grabbed a big handful of hair, jerking her
head up.  Diane's neck arched and she felt his mouth on her ear.  "Are you
ready, love?  Ready for my cock?"

   Diane had to arch her back because the teen yanked harder on her hair.
"Gaaawwwk...  gaaawwwk."

   "Spread your legs...  wider...  WIDER!"

   Diane didn't want to but she couldn't resist.  Her back arched more and
her legs spread.  She felt the teen's hips jerk a few times and then there
was a hard determined thrust.  When the penis burst into the pit of her
stomach, she felt her heart rate go out of control.  The blood surged
through her veins and her head seemed to swirl crazily in great confusion.
"Gawd, no, you're in...  inside.  Gawd no!"

   The heat was practically unbearable.  Jeff embedded his lengthy cock and
then he tried to remain fairly still, letting his hardon throb wildly
inside the heated vagina.  "Oh baby, now I'm going to fuck you," he moaned.
"You wanted my blackmail to stop...  now you can make it stop."

   "Yes, yes, please stop."

   "I will...  after you cream all over my dick."

   "Yes...  no, gawd no!"

   "You don't want me to stop?"

   "Yes, yes, please stop."

   "After you show me...  show me you're serious by having an orgasm."

   "No, I can't...  can't."

   "Then I won't stop.  I'll blackmail you forever...  after your husband
comes home."

   "Oh gawd, no, you can't."

   "I will unless...  unless you cream.  You can stop the blackmail."

   Her back hurt and she had a difficult time breathing.  Lack of blood and
oxygen going to her brain likely caused her great confusion.  "No, we
can't. Not without something...  protection.  We can't."

   "Did you say that to Jeremy?  Did you use protection with Jeremy?"

   Diane prayed he would stop talking.  Then his hips started moving. 
Slowly at first, but soon they were pumping up and down, driving his cock
in and out at a frantic rate.  The memory was profound and she envisioned
being ravaged by the black teenager.  She remembered the first time. 
Jeremy used a condom and the sex wasn't dangerous.  Then she recalled how
she lay in his strong arms and somehow lost her conscious reasoning.

   The sex had just happened.  Diane remembered how she dreamed of being in
bed with her husband and that the sex was all right.  She suffered probably
the most profound orgasm of her life and then her world crumbled.  Jeremy
hadn't used protection and her belly was filled with cum from a black man.
All of a sudden she was afraid.  Not because of being ravaged by the
dominating teenager but by the confused state of her mind.

   Diane was face down and her arms and legs were spread-eagled on the bed.
The teenager was fearlessly riding her and every time Jeff pumped his hips,
he embedded his cock.  "Well, did you?  Did Jeremy use a condom?"

   Diane shook her head trying to regain a measure of control.  "Yes... 
no, oh gawd, he used me...  gawd, we did it," she moaned.  "Oh gawd, he
didn't...  it fell off and we had sex."

   "You had unprotected sex?"

   "Oh gawd, yes.  It just happened...  we had sex and Jeremy didn't use a
condom."

   "Get ready, love.  We're going to do it one last time," Jeff whispered.
"When you cum all over my cock, you can stop the blackmail."

   "Gawd, yes...  stop the blackmail."

   "You know what you have to do!"

   "Yes, yes, I know," Diane moaned.  The cock moved easily in and out of
her honey-hole and the head seemed to hit the deepest core with every
thrust.

   "Remember the movie...  how you creamed.  Now you can save yourself...
cum and save yourself."

   There it was!  An earthshaking spasm shot through her midsection and two
or three random convulsions erupted in her deepest regions.  This was the
point of every sexual encounter where she had to decide.  She could grit
her teeth with the strongest determination and vow to resist the temptation
or she could submit to the powerful sensations.  Suddenly the tremors
turned into a steady stream and the womanly cream flowed freely to coat the
thick penis buried to the hilt.  Diane felt the hottest blast of semen
jettison out of the cock-head and knew the teenager was climaxing.  "Oh
gawd, no, no, don't cum."

   "Baby, baby, you're the sexiest woman in the world...  so hot and sexy,"
Jeff groaned, as his balls throbbed crazily.

   The river of cum poured out of her belly.  "No, no, I can't...  can't...
not like this."

   "Oh baby, keep cumming.  Cum all over my cock."

   The severe convulsions started in the pit of her stomach and she didn't
know how to stop the rumbling, as it rippled into every part of her being.
Diane closed her eyes, as the powerful orgasm took over.  Her sweating body
twitched and jerked, but she couldn't move much with the teenager lying on
top.  The cock barely moved in and out yet it was enough to caress every
nerve ending inside her overheated vagina.  Nothing seemed real so she
reasoned that nothing bad could happen and she tried to endure the
everlasting ecstasy.

   When the teenager collapsed, she tried to regain some sort of normal
breathing.  Luckily Danny gave her a choice because Diane wasn't sure if
she could stand another sexual intercourse.  "Blowjob!  I can't wait... 
suck my cock," the teenager ordered.  "I need you to suck my cock...  bad."

   The one teenager got off her back and the other rolled her over.  Diane
was forced to sit up and then there was a hard, throbbing cock shoved in
her face.  She obediently put her hand on the imposing penis and then she
tightened her fingers to control how much was forced into her mouth.  Diane
wisely realized that by giving the teen a blowjob, she wouldn't get ravaged
by Danny.

   Diane used all of her skill to satisfy the teenager's desire.  She kept
two or three inches of rock-hard steel inside her mouth and rolled her
tongue slowly around the flared cock-rim.  The seedy taste of precum wasn't
as bad as she thought and she willingly squeezed the cock in a milking
fashion to speed up Danny's climax.

   All of a sudden the teen's stomach heaved frantically in and out and
Diane gasped when a stream of cum filled her mouth.  She swallowed and
merely tried to hold the cock steady in both hands, as the cream flowed
down her throat.  The teenager had his hands around her head and he forced
her to keep his cock inside her mouth for what seemed like an eternity.

   Nothing was said after Danny's climax and the teenagers quickly got
dressed.  Diane sat up and watched.  She felt used and kind of dirty yet
the feeling wasn't as upsetting as she imagined.  She was almost in a
dreamlike state.  Her finger slowly wiped something off her chin and
slipped up to her lips, as her tongue lashed out to clean her finger.  The
bitter taste was surprising and not revolting like she thought.  Then her
other hand slipped down and into her sweaty crotch.

   Diane felt the immense wetness.  Her fingers swiped across her puffed up
labia and got coated with the leaking cum, as her mind raced backwards to
the extremely dangerous encounter with the teenager.  When her finger
dipped into the vast wetness, all she thought of was what happened to her
body.  An unfamiliar orgasm of a lifetime washed over her delicate soul. 
Even having vowed not to succumb to any raging desire, her willpower hadn't
been strong enough.

   The teenagers glanced at the sexy naked woman who was licking the
fingers of one hand and groping her crotch with the other.  They were more
concerned with the prior sexual experiences and couldn't wait to brag to
all of their friends.  Diane watched the teens depart and then her mind
snapped back to reality.  She immediately collected all of the evidence
Jeff handed her when they arrived and could only pray that the material was
all of the incriminating evidence.  Diane wondered if the teenagers were
telling the truth about not blackmailing her again, but then she wondered
what she really wanted.

   THE END Please send feedback, as I appreciate knowing what readers think
of my stories.  

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