A Neighborhood July 4th Celebration

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!"

THE END