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Diane Learns a Lesson
by Dawn1958 (dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com)
***
Diane's husband is in the army and he is posted
overseas on a tour. She has a fast temper and being
separated has taken a toll on her patience. The entire
condo complex knows enough to stay away from her, but
two eighteen teens don't care because Diane is such a
sexy woman they keep pestering her. One day she blows
up at them and then pays a price for her bad temper.
(F/MM-teen, reluc, mc)
***
Author Note: 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 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, let's
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 hard-on 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 hard-ons... 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 every day 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
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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