“And there goes the damn neighborhood,” Monica spoke to her co-pilot, a little dachshund named Kosher. As subtly as she knew how, she rolled her minivan in front of the neighbors’ place, just to watch them. They were brothers, they were big, and they were very black. She sat there for at least fifteen minutes, watching them load their car with beach equipment. “Do African Americans even swim?” Kosher pressed his nose against the glass. “I bet they’re on their way to some kind of drug deal…”
They weren’t. They were going to the beach. They both wore tank tops, and swimming trunks, sporting muscles that could land them on the front cover of any fitness magazine they wanted. Monica stared them down, waiting for them to show off their weapons. She saw nothing that confirmed any of her preconceived notions, until the younger brother came outside with a jug of grape drink. “Aha! I knew it! I bet they’re going to go turn that drink into drugs…”
The brothers pulled out of the driveway, waved at Monica, and then started the drive into town, towards the beach. She waited until she was what seemed like a comfortable distance away before motoring off after them. It was the middle of the day, so of course, by the first stop light, they knew they were being followed. “Act natural… You’re in the danger zone, right now,” she muttered to herself, covering her mouth with her coffee cup.
She tailed them dutifully, all the way out of the city, and probably would have followed them to the beach parking lot. Unfortunately, Kosher spied another dog on the side of the road, and sprint across Monica’s lap to bark at it. This caused her to spill her coffee in her lap, and swerve off of the road, into the woods. Her car thumped a tree, sustaining only superficial damage. The engine hummed idly, waiting for more input, as she tried to dab the coffee off of herself. Kosher scampered into the backseat, after the impact, whimpering.
It didn’t take long for the brothers to turn their car around and come to her aid. They showed up on both sides of her car; the older one tapped on her window. “Are you alright? Hello,” he asked. She panicked hard enough to attempt to lock the door, even though it was already locked. He of course noticed this, and offered her a hard sigh. “I’m just here to help.”
“I’m good,” she said, her head whipping back and forth between the two.
“Can you roll down your window? I can barely hear you.”
“Nah, that’s fine. I’ll be fine. Thanks. I’ll just uh…” She looked around, picking her phone up off of the ground. “I’ll just call Triple-A. Thanks for your concern.” Her fingers hovered over the numbers, but she wasn’t pressing anything; she wasn’t expecting them to keep watching.
“Do you know the number?”
“Yeah, just drawing a blank…”
“You’re about to dial 911, aren’t you,” asked the other one. She bit her lip.
“Am I that obvious…?” She finally rolled down the windows, rubbing her forehead. “I really am sorry… Embarrassed. It’s just, 2017, you know? You can’t be too careful these days.”
“Miss Patton, we’ve lived next door to you for years,” the younger one said. “I was in your daughter’s graduation class, two years back. And Owen over there was in middle school when you first moved in.”
“Really? I… Wow, I guess I didn’t recognize you. I just saw some people I didn’t know in the neighborhood and…”
“And then you stalked us,” the one named Owen spoke up. “Why would you do that? Are you afraid of us?” She nodded her head, and he leaned against her doorframe, with one of his massive palms. “Listen, Miss Patton… It’s very hurtful to be profiled, you know. To be looked at like some kind of monster. For people to expect you to do horrible things to people…when they’re out in the middle of nowhere, isolated.” She wanted to roll the windows back up, but the younger one had his hands completely inside the window frame now. “Like you said, it’s 2017. Not all of us are criminals, or people with bad intentions, and it would go a long way to healing the racial tensions already in this country, if you didn’t make assumptions like you have today.”
“You know, you’re absolutely right. I’ll just call Triple-A now, get a tow truck out here, and go home,” Monica said. “And then, maybe some other time, we can hash this out. Perhaps at my house for tea and cookies? Maybe?”
“Well, here’s the thing,” the younger, still nameless one spoke up. “He said not all of us have bad intentions… But some of us do.” He unlocked the door by hand, and pulled the door open, before she could lock it back. Monica flattened herself against her door, not thinking that Owen would be doing the same. Her momentum caused her to tumble out onto the ground, where the large black man seized her immediately.
It didn’t take both of them to subdue the smaller woman, but they both did, groping and manhandling her as they dragged her deep into the woods. One of them had a beach towel, which he threw down in the middle of a clearing. They laid her out, and stripped her out of her jogging suit, still kneading and manhandling every curve of her mature, milfy body. “She’s getting wet from this, Ty,” Owen spoke, his voice deep, and threatening. “That doesn’t make this okay. Rape is definitely not okay.”
“You’re right. This is a very traumatic experience for anyone it happens to,” he said, his laughter coming out as a cartoonish hyena’s might. “And it’s definitely no laughing matter.” They dropped their trunks at the same time; both men had absolute, pornstar jackhammers for cocks. “Also, I fucked your daughter with this cock, several times, Miss Patton. In the pussy, and in the ass.”
“Please, don’t do this! I don’t want this,” she said, as Owen laid down in between her thighs. His hard body forced her legs open like the solid frame of a motorcycle, and she found herself squeezing his waist with her thighs as hard as she could manage, to tell herself that she was indeed fighting back. He entered her smoothly, her mature, experienced cunt swallowing his length with no issue. He found a liver spot just below her neck, on her collarbone, which he decided to give some oral attention to, as he pumped in and out of her. Kosher hung out in by the edge of the woods, unsure if he was needed.
“Hey, stop hogging it all,” Ty said, reducing her to an it. Owen sat upright, as best as he could, with her thighs squeezing the life out of him. Ty took a knee above her face, dangling his shaft in front of her lips, until she opened her mouth to take him in. She was fit, and in pretty good shape; if only she had known all of her training and conditioning was to go to this moment, when she was sandwiched in between two very sturdy men, getting spitroasted, on her back. She felt that any part of her could break at any moment, as the two alternated thrusts, lumberjack style. Her eyes watered from the heavy musk of Ty’s balls on her face— she was deepthroating the cock which fucked her own daughter’s asshole!
Both of them spanked her body, her ass and her tits, to their own tempos, leaving her pale white skin very red. Both of them showered her in dirty talk, and light, degrading insults. She dug her nails into Ty’s thighs, as he raped her face, trying her hardest not to think about her daughter’s leftover pussy juices being force fed to her. She hadn’t felt so full in longer than she wanted to admit; she didn’t want this to stop.
It didn’t take Owen very long to get off, inside of her wet, velvet palace. “I’mma cum right inside of this cunt, raw,” he said. She squeezed his hips harder than before, and swatted his chest to get him to stop. She was ovulating, and hadn’t been on the pill in years. He climaxed anyway, his hot cum flooding her womb, and he continued to thrust, until he was completely spent, making sure all of it reached its destination.
Ty finished shortly after his brother, dumping his load into her raw throat. Her face was a slobbery mess, when he finally pulled out of her lips, and she gasped for air, trying to regain her balance. “No… No, no, no, no, why did you do that, Owen?”
“Do what?”
“You came inside me! W-with your black semen! I’ll be pregnant with a big, strong, dark, black child!”
“I mean, not necessarily—”
“This is the worst fate imaginable,” she said, swooning, on the ground, as she stroked her clit. “Bred by my big, black, neighbors…” She arched her back, putting her feet flat, as she brought herself to orgasm. “And then they come back every day, all summer long to do it all over again, and again… I’m so bad. I’m ruined now. Why even stop? Might as well claim the rest of me…” She rolled over onto her belly, sticking her ass up. The brothers bumped fists, as they changed sides…
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