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From: Dawn Harvey <dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} A Neighborhood July 4th Celebration by Dawn1958
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Date: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 11:10:01 -0400
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I am sending in my new story, A Neighborhood July 4th Celebration.
 
Dawn
 		 	   		  
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A NEIGHBORHOOD JULY 4TH CELEBRATION By Dawn1958 Email
dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com

   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 marvellous 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 hardon 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!"
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