It happened on a Super Bowl Sunday, the most anticipated time of the year for most football fans. I do not follow the NFL but I enjoy the excitement. Occasionally, I'll hang out the local hot spot on game night to absorb the intensity. That year it seemed everyone was either at the bar watching the game or home with friends glued to the tube.
Shortly after kick off I decided to leave my house to go for a walk. It wasn't very cold so I wore cut off jogging pants and a sweat shirt. I could hear the faint sound of cheers coming from homes as parked cars occupied much of the road. After twenty minutes or so, I came to house with two men standing outside talking. They politely waved. I wasn't dressed to flirt so I kindly waved back and kept walking. After a few minutes I realized it was beginning to get dark so I turned around. I passed by the same house and the same men were sitting on the front steps. They waved again but this time they motioned for me to come over.
I stopped for a moment to be polite. The first fellow introduced himself as Michael and said his friend's name was Simon. They offered me a drink and politely declined. I explained I was headed home. Simon was very quite but Michael was extremely chatty. He began asking me all sorts of questions. Michael appeared to be in his mid thirties, he had light blue eyes and a touch of grey in his hair. He was tall and fit but not muscular. Simon appeared about the same age but he was heavier. He was a dark skinned black guy who wore contacts to make his eyes appear light. They invited me inside. They claimed that they wanted to check out the score. I should have left but I didn't want to appear prudish so I followed.
The den was located in the back of the house. As I walked in my eyes lit up momentarily. There were 9 or 10 men in their thirties and early forties screaming at the television set. They casually acknowledge me as I stood quietly behind the couch. I noticed there were no other women present. I figured their wives and girlfriends must have taken the night off. After a few minutes I began to inch away hoping to leave with out being noticed. I felt some resistance behind me, it was Simon. I smiled and returned to the game.
I felt his hand softly touch my back. I thought it was an accident and ignored it. A moment later I felt his hand rub my bottom. I should have pulled away but I let him touch me. My eyes searched the room but no one was looking. His fingers began to slowly travel up my shorts and into my panties. I didn't move. I felt dirty allowing some stranger to feel me up but it felt so good. His fingers found there way to my clit. I grabbed the back of the sofa as he rubbed me gently. Soon my pussy began to ache. After a few moments his finger left my clit and without warning he plunged his finger deep inside of me. I slowly rocked back and forth against his hand enjoying the feel of being quietly finger fucked. As quickly as it began it ended, he soon withdrew his finger and walked off. I couldn't believe it. Embarrassed, I quickly turned to leave.
Michael met me at the door. "Where are you going?" I explained that it was getting late and I had to leave.
"Awe, please don't go" he said. I politely excused myself but once again, he stood in my path. A hush came over the room. The television was making the only sound. It wasn't long before the expression on Michael's face changed. I backed away looking for another way out but I was surrounded. Once again I found resistance, it was Simon. He grabbed my shirt and pulled it off as I struggled to keep it on.
"Damn bitch, you've got some huge tits. I like big tits!" Michael cheered.
I looked around the room and saw men beginning to get undressed. Simon had already removed most of his clothes. It was a mixed crowd. Some of the men were white and some were black. They acted like old college buddies.
"What are you waiting for? Get undressed!" Michael demanded.
"No – please don't do this. Do you really want to go to jail?" I reasoned.
"I'm not worried about going to jail whore. Turn around and look for yourself"
He pointed the remote at the television and mashed play. It was me on the screen. I watched myself willingly being fingered fuck. They had recorded Simon and me. Michael was right. It was going to be hard to prove that I was raped if this video got out.
Michael quietly stepped behind me, reached over and ripped my bra off. My tits fell forward and the guys cheered wildly. I tried to rush out the room but Simon and another fellow grabbed me. They hoisted me into the air and snatched my shoes, shorts and panties off. Soon I was completely naked in front of a dozen men. I felt my face get hot and my eyes water.
"Spare us the drama, please – you wanted this! I saw how much you liked it when my friend was in your pussy"
