Behind Closed Doors
Copyright© 2025 by robb234
Chapter 109: Disneyland
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 109: Disneyland - fantasy
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft Teenagers NonConsensual Reluctant Fiction Incest Rough Interracial
The Lewis family was a pretty typical American family from northern California. This week they were on their annual winter vacation. Thanks to a work bonus, John Lewis was able to buy his family five days at the Disneyland Resort down near Los Angeles. It would be a welcome break from the cold winter up north where they lived.
The Lewis family was now five. John and his wife Sarah Lewis. Their two daughters Tracey, 14, and Karen, 15. They also now had a 6-month-old baby. When they arrived, John was impressed at how helpful the resort staff was at check-in, not like Southwest Airlines at all. Naturally, the baby needed attention and the girls wanted to go swimming, so John took Tracey and Karen to the pool while Sarah tended to the baby. John went in once, then took a chair and watched the girls playing. He’d have to start watching more closely soon. As they got to dating age, he couldn’t help but noticed how developed they were physically, for their young age. Each girl was about two years ahead of the other girls in their development stage. Both Tracey and Karen wore bikinis now, but Karen’s young breasts were prominent. Quite prominent. After a while, the girls came out and lay on the recliners beside him. He noticed the two life guards. Both were young, hot blondes, but they also were very attentive. Security by the pool seemed good. He told the girls he was going to run upstairs and check on their mother. They asked if they could get a smoothie at the ice cream store. He handed them a twenty-dollar bill and said sure. He walked off, heading upstairs. After a couple of minutes Tracey said she was thirsty now, and Karen agreed. They both hopped up and headed for the elevator. Both thought the ice cream store was one flight up, when actually it was just around the corner from the pool.
As Karen and Tracey got on the elevator, four big, loud, black men got on at the same time. Moving to the back, neither girl thought to push their floor button. The doors closed and the elevator started up. One black man, an older teenager maybe, turned and looked at them. All of the black men wore sun glasses, baggy shorts with no shirts on. Karen noticed they all had pretty big muscles, too. Younger Tracey, in her white bikini, noticed their loose shorts. She saw something big move inside them on one man, standing next to her. She looked away embarrassed, for it was just a foot or two away. Then suddenly they were all looking at her and her sister.
“Well, well, what have we got here? You honey’s coming to the party, too?”
“Yeah, you must be coming to the party! Why else would you be going to the twelfth floor?” “They didn’t push any other floor,” another young man said.
Karen said, “I, I, I’m sorry, I meant to push the first floor, I mean the...”
“Don’t worry girl! We got it for you! We got this covered! Don’t we boys?”
The men all began talking loudly to each other. Karen kept trying to tell them they weren’t going to a party, but to the ice cream shop. Yet, nobody seemed to be listening. Then the elevator went ‘Ding!’ and the doors opened. Two of the men stepped out into what looked like a luxury suite, while the other two stood in the elevator, pushing the girls out. Karen kept saying, “No, really, we were just, wait...” But the men didn’t pay them any mind. Tracey noticed the elevator doors close behind them. Shoot! Now they’d have to wait for it to come all the way back up again.
L-Dot, D-Balla, T-Mak and Notti were part of a group of eight young black men staying in the suite, celebrating a big NBA game. The four had gone down to the parking garage for more crack and dope. On their way back up to the party, plenty high already, they’d suddenly noticed the two young white girls in the elevator behind them. They all thought the same thing. While L-Dot talked trash to them, the others played along. Nobody expected this to go anywhere, but then suddenly they were all standing in the suite foyer, the elevator gone and the two girls standing right there. The two girls immediately tried to stop the elevator from leaving, but Notti and T-Mak pretended to block their way by accident. As they apologized, the older girl asked if it would take long for it to come back up. They were both surprised to hear they were on the 12th floor.
L-Dot and D-Ball practically forced the two farther into the suite. Karen and Tracey both immediately could smell the pot and the alcohol. They didn’t want to go in there, but these four men made them, saying things like “You gotta see this place! It’s big!” The others kept talking too, not letting them get a word in. There were four other men in the room watching a game or something on TV. As they came in, the men all stared at them. Karen heard someone say, “We just giving them the tour,” and hands kept urging them forward.
One man stood up. Skin Dollaz said, “Yo, you, yo, hold up. Hold up here.” He kept looking at the girls with an angry face. They wondered what was wrong. The man went into a bathroom or somewhere, then came out with two towels.
Skin Dollaz said, “Well now. You two been in the swimming pool?” They slowly nodded yes. “Then, dry yourselves off with these. Go on, dry yo selves while you’re in my crib, girl. I don’t want you dripping water everywhere...” He tossed the towels at them. They both grabbed the towels but started saying things like, “I’m already dry, but thanks,” and “No thank you.” Notti moved closer to them. The man said angrily, “Dry yo self, bitch. Now.”
Slowly, both girls wiped themselves dry a little bit. Then they tried giving the towels back, saying how they needed to get going. Suddenly, all eight black men moved in close to the girls, forcing them against each other. Every one of them looked really upset. Being just under five feet high, the two girls where towered over by these men over six feet tall. One man said to them, “The man said dry yoself. Now take off them swimsuits and do it properly.” The two now stood there, starting to shake.
Scared? Terrified. They clutched the towels to themselves. Mostly Karen spoke, voice trembling some. “Hold on, I don’t want to do that. I mean, we don’t need to, honestly. Uh uh. No. Don’t want to...” One man behind her pulled her top strap, untying it. “Then we’ll show you how,” someone said. She grabbed her top, keeping herself covered. Oh crap! Someone else said, “You too, baby girl,” and touched Tracey’s bottom, making her jump, but there was no where to jump to. Another hand undid Karen’s bottom string on the left side of her hip, just as she said “Hey!” to the man touching her sister. Another hand undid the other side. Now Karen was holding the towel and her two-piece bathing suit with both hands, trying to keep herself covered. Her bottom stood right out though. Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. She didn’t know what to do. She kept saying “Hey! Stop that!” but they didn’t care. Now she was terrified about her body. She was almost nude now, surrounded by these huge black men. Tracey was starting to cry. “Let us go!” and “Don’t do that!” she kept saying. Suddenly one man grabbed Karen by her throat. She gagged, trying to breathe. The man said angrily, “Drop them clothes, girl!”, clenching her throat even tighter. She had to; she dropped the towel and everything to the floor. The man suddenly eased off so she could breathe, but still held her neck.
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