8 comments/ 280959 views/ 47 favorites Forced First By: satinlvr_mwf This is a true story...I've written this in response to those who do not believe that a girl, who becomes a wife, may be totally comfortable with having sexual relations with a man of a different race...This is how it happened to me! Like I said, this is a true story. It took me years to be able to talk about this, let alone write about it. It was the 4th of July! And it was Saturday! The whole neighborhood was going to have a block party, and it was so exciting! I can remember having to help my parents clean up the yard, and the house, to get ready for the celebration. The whole street was working to fix things up, and make the necessary preparations. At one point, I nervously approached my Daddy, to ask him if it was alright if my boyfriend joined us for the evening. My Dad didn't like him, because he was from India, and he was somewhat mild-mannered, but his eyes, and his smile were devastating on me! I meekly sidled up to Daddy as I sensed the right time to do it, and smiled by best "Daddy, please give me everything I want" smile, and quietly asked if Atal could join us. I was nearly floored when he didn't even put up an argument. Timing was everything, I guess! I called Atal, and made the invitation, which he quickly accepted. The rest of the day began to fly past me as I helped complete the set up for the party, my thoughts more consumed by being with my new boyfriend. We had met in high school, and on Grad Night at Disneyland, sort of became an item. It all started when my friends ditched me when I went into the ladies room, and when I came out, they were gone. I wandered about for a few minutes, before I literally bumped into him. So we got to chatting, taking a seat to watch the crowds go by, when he just leaned forward and kissed me. Just a quick peck, but his lips made mine tingle, and the look of his dark eyes and long lashes just hit me the right way! As we dated for the next couple of weeks, the subject of sex came up (of course!), but since I was a virgin, I wasn't going to go to bed with him. My body was for my marriage! He took it rather well, but I know he was disappointed that I was not going to put out. As I look back, I now understand why he wanted me so badly; I was five feet, four inches tall, and about 110 pounds, with C-cup breasts and long brown hair, past my shoulders. My Daddy made sure I knew enough to stay away from the Seniors in high school when I was younger, and when I became a Senior myself, I didn't want to have anything to do with my classmates. They seemed so young and immature! Atal was different, though, and I was beginning to be tempted by his advances. We had made out a bunch of times, once I even let his hand reach up my dress and grope my crotch, but that was as far as he had gotten with me. It was time to get ready, and after showering, I started to play the dressing game with Daddy. Even though I had just turned 18, since I was still living in his house, I had to live by his rules. So I picked out three outfits, one I wanted to wear, and two I didn't but knew Daddy would reject. The first was a thin, pale yellow sun dress, one that I had worn before, but when I was younger. Daddy didn't mind so much back then, but now I filled it out much better, with my breasts straining at the bodice, and the hemline much higher. One look from Daddy told me that it was on his reject list. So I pretended to sigh, and changed again. This time I picked out a crop top and short shorts, and auditioned. I don't remember the exact wording, but something like "No fucking way!" sounds right. I changed again, this time into my Champaign satin blouse and black circle skirt. The hem was down to just above my knees, and as I walked out, I made sure to wear my flat sandals, so my butt wouldn't wiggle as much. Daddy looked me over pretty hard, then sighed, and looked at Mom. She nodded, and so Daddy gave a slow, doubtful approval. At the time I was pleased to know I had put one over on Daddy, but later I would wish he had dressed me in a suit of armor! My blouse buttoned down the front, but I left the top two buttons undone, as it was hot, but more because I wanted to look hot, too! My breasts made the thin material strain a bit, and my nipples would show easily, but I was wearing a bra, so there wasn't much else to do about it. I was brushing my hair, and putting on makeup when my parents left for the party. Atal was picking me up (well, actually meeting me at the door) in about 15 minutes, so I finished getting ready by digging out my 4 inch heels. Atal was actually a couple of minutes late, which was surprising as he was always so punctual, and when I opened the door, he was there smiling, in a casual shirt and shorts. His smile almost turned me to a pool of liquid right there, and we kissed, quickly at first, then a long, passionate, tongue caressing one. I could tell he loved my blouse, as his hands roved all over my body, feeling the soft slippery fabric. We broke the kiss and headed towards the throng of people gathering in the street, hand in hand. The sundowner winds were kicking up, and I had to drop one hand to gather my skirt. Daddy was around someplace, and if he saw my skirt out of control, I would see him out of control. Not a pretty sight. Atal and I ate, and talked, we walked about, me introducing Atal to my friends and neighbors, Atal just smiling and holding my hand. I did notice that the crowd had grown, and there were a bunch of people there I had never seen before. I asked one of my neighbors who all these people were, and he showed me a flyer someone had made and left at the liquor store. The word was out, and the party was starting to pick up steam. Someone had brought out speakers, and loud music was blaring across the neighborhood. At first, it was fun, and Atal and I danced a little, until he twirled me, and the hem of my skirt went straight out to my waist! I stopped, and quickly looked around, my face grinning and blush red as I noticed a couple of guys clapping, making a rude comment about what they saw. What they saw was my black lace bikini-cut panties! I was both embarrassed and relieved. Relieved that Daddy hadn't seen me, otherwise I would have been grounded, and Atal probably killed or worse, and embarrassed that Atal had made me show my body to the whole neighborhood. I had to escape, as I led Atal away from the crowd, and we went down a few houses before the crowd thinned out enough. I was amazed at how many partiers were there, as we were only planning on those families making up the neighborhood. Now there must have been 200 "guests". The music was blaring, and everyone seemed to be having a good time, and it was quite dark out. We could hear the concussion of fireworks as they were testing them, or whatever it is fireworks people do, so I wanted to find a good spot to watch. From past experience, I knew the best place was in the Simpson's backyard at the end of the street. It was small, had only a couple of small trees, but it had a iron fence in back, and they had a park bench to sit on. I took Atal there, and we sat down, snuggled together on the bench. It was very romantic, the breeze now a gentle rush that cooled us, rather then chilled, the crickets chirping, and Atal's arm draped over my shoulder. I sighed as he kissed me, my mind lost in him. The moment was soon spoiled, ad we heard a pair of footsteps approach. "Antonio, that you?" a man's voice called out. "No, he's not here!" Atal answered him. "Go away!" The footsteps grew closer and Atal turned to see who it was. I recognized him as one of the new neighbors, who moved in from New York. He was tall, at least tall to me, but then everyone was. He was also pretty big, certainly much bigger than Atal. He was also black. "What you mean, 'Go Away'?" the man answered. Atal got up, and stepped to him. He told the guy to just leave, that Antonio wasn't here, and this was our place. He could have been nicer, I guess, but he was defending our perfect spot! It was over in a flash. The flash was the man's fist punching Atal in the stomach, doubling him over, knocking the wind out of him. Atal went down, and the man raised his fist to punch him again. I ran to Atal, crying out for him to stop, that we weren't hurting anyone. He kicked at Atal, hitting Atal in the stomach again. He was just curled up in a ball, his eyes tightly closed as he tried to gasp for air. The black man raised his fist, and I reached for it, trying to stop Atal from being beaten. I grasped the man's arm, and was yanked forward by the man's strength! "Stop it!" I cried. The next thing I saw was stars. Not from the fireworks, but from the hard, vicious slap that I got from the guy. It sent me sprawling, and I landed on my side in the grass. My head was spinning, and I lost all sense of time. I was vaguely aware of Atal being beaten some more. My eyes were tearing, and I flinched as the first fireworks really went off. It was then I felt the hand on my body... My head throbbed so hard I couldn't even think. I felt the hand grasp my leg, and pull me over, onto my back. I had no sense of modesty as my skirt was lifted up to my waist, and I felt fingers grope my crotch. I moved my hand to my crotch, to cover me, and another hand yanked it away. The fingers groped inside my panties and I felt the sharp yank and heard the ripping of fabric as my panties were turned into shreds, a memory of my purity. My head began to clear, and I opened my eyes to see the fireworks going off, the black man over me as he removed his pants in the weird, eerily flashing lights. "To the victor goes the spoils..." he said laughingly as he knelt. I began to close my legs, and he reached down, grasping my neck with his big, strong hand and applied a little pressure. I choked a bit as my windpipe was restricted. "You're gonna' be a good girl, aintcha?" he snarled. His other hand grasped my leg, and pulled it apart, my body and lips trembling in fear as my eyes watched him relocate to between my feet, kneeling down, his proud, throbbing black penis bouncing in front of him. He grasped my ankles and lifted them up and apart, exposing my pussy to him fully. As he did so, my labia must a spread a bit, because he smiled at me, looking me directly in the eyes, and told me that he was going to make sure that I stayed a black cock lover. My next sensation was one of pain, a sharp, quick pain as I felt my body violated by him. My back arched as he entered me, my mouth open as I cried out. He held my ankles open and lowered himself on me, my arms outstretched and apart, gripping a clump of grass between my fingers. It seemed to take forever for his first entry, his cock entering me until he lay atop me, my face staring at his chest. He lay on me for a moment, then began to gyrate his hips, grunting as his cock moved inside my vagina. He did this for a moment, and I began to wonder if this was what sex was. If so, it was highly overrated! All I had felt was pain, followed by his weight on me. It was then he began to withdraw. I had a moment of relief, as I though maybe it was over. It was then he began to thrust, his cock repeatedly filling my void. I whimpered and grunted at first, then I felt the first real bolt of pleasure inside me. A deep tingle that I cannot describe. As his pace increased, my pussy began to tingle, and the fear and trembling all of the sudden left me. His cock was pleasing me. I didn't understand it, but it felt so good. I moaned once. He must have noticed, as he changed his thrusting or something, and it made me moan more. At one point he stopped, and grabbed my ankles, putting them on his shoulders. I no longer resisted him, but complied easily. He resumed forcing his manhood deep within me, and became lost in the pangs and jolts of pleasure, both from this friction of his cock in me, and his pelvis grinding against my clit. I had masturbated before, but this was something else, entirely! My legs began to slide off his shoulders, and they draped over his massive arms at the elbows as he grabbed my wrists, pulling me downwards onto him as he thrust upwards into me. My head turned and I could see Atal, laying there, bleeding as he watched me raped. Our eyes met, and I could feel the pain he was going through, both the physical and the emotional. Then my vagina flexed with passion, and my attention was again drawn to my attacker, his thrusting reaching a fever pitch. I was moaning and panting as he took one massive thrust and erupted into me, his voice a loud growl. He then leaned forward and mashed his lips over mine, my open mouth taking his extended tongue as he kissed me. I returned the kiss, my tongue intertwined with his as he lay on me, filling my womb. He lay on me for a minute or so, kissing me and giving my body a quick pelvic thrust every so often. "For a virgin, you are a dynamite fuck!" he jeered. He rose from me, his softening cock withdrawing from my body, and he rose to dress. He looked down at Atal, and snorted. "A real man would have already been fucking her." He sneered, "Then I just would have watched!" I lay there, my one heel caught in the soft grass, knee bent, my other leg laying on the grass, thighs wide apart. My skirt was wide on my stomach, and I could feel a wetness trailing down my butt to the grass. I began to cry. Epilogue Atal actually got up and left me lying there. It was the end of our relationship. The worst was dreading my father finding out. So I hid it from him. I got up, and went home, only to find the lights on. I peeked in and found Daddy asleep on the couch. I went around back and snuck into the house, hiding in my room until the next day. I ran into the man who took my virginity 5 days later. Little did I know that the 4th of July was the beginning of my living an alternate lifestyle... Forced First Ch. 02 This is a continuation of my story... This is the truth, as best as I can remember it... ------------------- The hot summer day was rejuvenating. Out of school, not yet having to go to college, the days were my own. I spent most of that Sunday in my room, coming out only to eat and use the bathroom. My mind reeled as I relived the night before. I cried some, partly from fear, partly from my break-up with Atal, but also because I came to one inescapable conclusion: I loved sex! I was a bit at a loss, however. I couldn't bring myself to go out and see friends and neighbors. I was too embarrassed, like I thought everyone else in the whole world knew what happened. I knew it was just bad to start having the entire neighborhood over for my satisfaction, but every time I thought of having a man inside me, it made me wet. As the next several days wore on, I touched myself often, fantasizing about being with a man, wondering if sex would be that way when I got married. I was initially afraid of pregnancy. My Daddy would be so angry when he found out. I knew he would, it was just a matter of time. But in the mean time, I figured to just let things happen. Somehow I was more afraid of telling Daddy than his confronting me when he did find out. Overall, I was still very nervous, though. Finally, I didn't have a choice. I had to go down the street, past the house where the guy lived. Mom had a bunch of papers she wanted delivered to her friend's house down the block, and since she and Dad were at work, a simple phone call from her solved her problem. That phone call may have been the change of my life forever... I put it off as long as I could, but it was mid-afternoon, and I knew if I didn't go, I wouldn't get it done, then Mom would tell Dad, and then I'd get busted for disobeying Mom. So I got dressed, this time in shorts, crop top, and sandals, and ran the errand. I walked up the street, my head turning, my eyes roving, looking to see everyone's eyes, to try and see what they were thinking. The young kids just ignored me, of just said "Hi!" Mrs. Allen waved hi as she was watering the grass, and hosing down the kids at the same time. She smiled and said it was a warm day, and that was it! No snide remarks, no side glances, no knowing looks. It seemed like I was holding my breath as I passed her, but once it downed on me she didn't know about my attack, it was like a gigantic weight was lifted of my shoulders! Maybe I would be able to keep this terrible secret! I made the trip uneventfully, past the house of the guy who stole my virginity. The garage was open, and I could hear music playing loudly inside, but no one was out front as I walked by, my sandals making smacking noises with every step. I reached Mrs. Ryan's house, and smiled as she accepted the pile of papers I was carrying. Relieved of my burden, both the papers and the emotional one I was carrying as nobody seemed to make note what happened to me, I began the short trek home. On the way back, I again passed the house with the loud music. Only this time, the garage was not empty. He was there, wearing a black tank top and long black shorts, a gold chain hanging from his neck. I don't know why, but I froze, just looking at him as he was putting something on a shelf. He then turned and saw me, our eyes meeting, mine locked on his. All he said was "Hey!" He approached me, and I was able to finally move a muscle, my head looking to see who was watching us. Like before, I was being ignored by the whole neighborhood, who were wrapped up in their own things, like kids or watering the lawn. When his hand touched my arm, it was almost like I was jolted by electricity. "I knew it!" his words smiling at me as he spoke. Wh-what?" was all I could stammer out as his fingers wrapped around my arm. "C'mon! I know you want it!" his grip secure, he began to tug my arm in the direction he wanted to go, inside his house! It took only a fraction of a second, but I decided reluctantly to follow him. His mouth kept on about how much I loved the other night, and how much I would love it. We entered his house, the rap music blaring, almost too loud. One nervous look around told me that the whole family was not yet moved in, as there were boxes and pieces of furniture strewn all over the place. It also told me that he and I were alone! He turned and closed the door, my eyes turning to follow him as he did so. "You want it, dontcha'?" My face was so flush, I could only stammer. "I-I don't know..." It was so very humiliating to me. He simply smiled and reached down into his shorts, using one hand to push them down and the other to lift his ebony shaft for me to see. My eyes widened a bit as I saw it, long and dark, his fingers beginning to massage himself. I couldn't even think, the confusion in my mind paralyzing me. I was so afraid, but so wanting to feel his cock inside me! He solved my dilemma by stepping towards me, and grasping my wrist and guiding my hand to his cock! My head turned downwards to see as my hand was placed on the end of him, my fingers seeming to naturally wrap themselves around his girth, which was growing with every beat of his heart. My mouth opened to gasp for air, and he leaned forward, his lips covering mine. My eyes closed as I felt his tongue reach for mine, and I returned his kiss, my nose flaring as I breathed fully through my nose. I felt my breast being cupped by his hand as we kissed, my fingers still around his penis as it kept growing. "C'mon," he said after breaking our kiss. "Let's go!" He ushered me upstairs, guiding me to a bedroom, filled with boxes and furniture, but mainly a bed. He slid around me, taking a seat on the bed, his fingers now lodged in between my shorts and my belly as he pulled me closer to him. "Please don't hurt me!" was all I could ask, and even at that, my voice was barely above a whisper. He smiled with a malicious grin that told me he was going to enjoy what was about to happen. With that, he opened my shorts with fingers that were evidently well-practiced, and began to slide them down over my hips until the fell to the ground without assistance, leaving me standing there in my crop top and panties. His fingers then hooked into my panties, and he pulled them away, baring my crotch to him. He wasted absolutely no time in rubbing his dark fingers over my mound and my through my pubic hair as his other hand was wrapped around to my butt, squeezing me from the front and behind. I was kind of dazed about what was happening, and all I could register was the excitement that I was going to have sex again! I began to have the first stirrings of passion and began to relax, letting my hand drop to his shoulder and my eyes wander to his face, his eyes, and his cock. He helped me remove my top, and as my arms tossed my top towards the door, I felt his finger push at my labia, causing my mouth to open, my voice a long, loud gasp as I was opened. I was totally naked to him now, and his finger inside me began to wriggle inside, massaging my walls while I remained standing before him. My chest began to rise and fall faster as my sexual needs began to take over, my voice whimpering a few times as he tickled me from the inside out. After what only seemed like a few seconds, he reached up with his other hand to my arm, and began to pull me over onto the bed. His hand left my crotch as I clambered onto the bed with him, and I lay next to him on my back, his body right next to mine, and he leaned down to place his mouth on my breasts. His tongue was somewhat rough on my nipples, but they rose almost instantly to his attentions. While his mouth was suckling, his hand re-introduced his finger to my body, and he began to finger me, much faster this time, and he spun rapidly around my clit. My mouth was open as I breathed heavily, moaning almost constantly as I became lost in his touch. It was quite a shock when the climax hit me, seemingly out of nowhere, my whole body arching as I cried out with the first real climax of my life! "Yeah, I knew it...You want me!" he bragged. "I'm gonna keep you coming back for more!" With those words he climbed between my legs, and lowered his body towards mine. I spread my legs for him, and my arms were apart above my head as his cock entered me, slowly at first, my eyes locked on his as he pushed his manhood into me. The sensation was definitely different this time, with relatively no pain, and I raised my knees at his bidding. He face again mashed against mine and we kissed long and passionately as his thrusting began. The next several minutes were nothing but a blur to me. His cock in me, my clit and vagina burning with desire as I made love for the first time. I couldn't help but moan with every breath, and when I climaxed again, my body felt like it was in convulsions! His own climax was soon after mine, and all I remember is nearly screaming "Yes!" repeatedly! As he ejaculated, he lay on top of me his cock inside me, spurting his essence. My lips were locked on his as he filled me, and when he rolled off, he lay next to me, his cock laying on my thigh as a few more drips glistened in the late afternoon sunlight. Then he asked me what my name was! His name was Jewan, and he told me I fucked better than the girls where he came from! As we talked, I learned more bout him, like the fact he was 22 years old, and that his family had moved out here to be with the rest of his family who lived somewhat nearby. We talked and kissed for a while longer, then he sent me home as his family was due soon. As I walked home, I discovered that I had to hurry as the crotch of my shorts was beginning to get wet from Jewan leaking from me. I made it home about 30 minutes before Daddy, and began to think about my next time with Jewan... Forced First Ch. 03 The truth on how I became introduced to multiple partners. ------------------------------------------ The summer was in full-swing, and all the kids had the days off. The hot weather lasted all day, and well into the night, making evening time a wonderful time to cool off, and the adults would gather with friends, and talk about the days’ events, plan for the weekend, or just plain socialize. It was during one of the few times I was actually allowed to attend one of these adult gossip sessions that I learned a bit more about Jewan and his family. They were from New York, and Jewan was the oldest of three boys. They evidently had some money behind them, because they had a couple of nice cars and the word had it Jewan was going to get one, too! They family kept pretty much to themselves, but had visitors coming and going at different hours. The knowing neighbors all surmised that the visitors were all either part of their family, or drug dealers. Heads nodded all around at that proclamation, and the conversation took a different direction. During the days, I began to work on my tan in the backyard, and since the neighbors were off at work, I had the naughty thought of getting an “all-over” tan. So I did. I laid out my beach towel, took off my bathing suit, and spent the late mornings just baking the sun into my body. After several days, I even gave up wearing a bathing suit outside. I just took my towel out and took in the tan, turning every so often to keep my tan even. Listening to the radio, I would let my mind wander. Sometimes I would think about college, sometimes about high-school and my friends. But I spent a lot of time thinking about Jewan. We had been getting together two or three times a week now, with most of the time during the middle of the day. We would make love two or even three times in the few hours we had together, trying new things, like different positions, different places in his house, things like that. The days there were no cars at his house were the ones I knew I could have Jewan, and those days when cars were there, Jewan was unavailable to me. Those days were the ones I knew would be longest. I would see the cars out front, and sigh, then go back outside and start on my tan. Of course, my 18 year-old body was not ready to wait for Jewan to please me, so I would take matters into my own hands, or fingers, more precisely. The very thought of Jewan standing over me, my body bare to his gaze was enough to get my heart racing. I would fantasize his naked body standing there, his cock fully erect and throbbing as he knelt between my legs and slowly introduced his manhood to my body, filling me as only he could. The faster his cock thrust inside me, as my fantasies went, the faster my fingers would go, as my body went. I am sure the neighbors would have loved to see me laying on the ground, legs apart, my French-manicured nails furiously circling my clit as I gasped in the pleasure only a girl can give herself. My climaxes had to be stifled, so the whole neighborhood would not hear me, once biting my lower lip so hard that I left a bruise in my mouth! I was in the middle of one of these fantasy sessions, when the phone rang. It scared me so much I could have given myself whiplash! It was Jewan, telling me to come over, that he had a friend he wanted me to meet. I wanted to look good, so I took a quick shower and put on one of my short sundresses and sandals, brushing my hair out fully, and strode over. I knocked on the door, and Jewan was there, smiling. He let me in, and kissed me fully on the lips, not the tongue kind of kiss, but lingering. My heart leapt at the thought that Jewan was going to screw me today! As he kissed me, his hand roved over my butt, and felt my panties. “Take them off!” he commanded. Not harshly, but still an order. I smiled as I willingly complied, thinking this was going to be a new game for us. I held them up to him, and he took them, throwing them in the corner. Braless, and now pantyless, Jewan took my hand, and led me into the back of the house, by now much neater than when I first entered his home. He turned to me as we stepped and said, “Never wear panties here again, got it?” I merely smiled in response. “Look at who I got!” he exclaimed, as I entered the room. My eyebrows raised when I realized we were not alone, and as I entered the room, I saw the fattest black man I had ever seen. He looked like he must weigh four hundred pounds! Jewan introduced him to me as his cousin Malik, and I was introduced as Jewans girlfriend. I held my hand out to shake, and Malik lumbered up and took it, gripping it firmly. Then he sat down again, only he did not release my hand, so I was pulled down to the sofa on top of him! “Hey!” I exclaimed. “What are you doing?” “Whatever he wants to!” came the reply behind me. I turned to see Jewan’s evil-looking grin, and his standard black shorts pulled down to expose his stiffening cock. Jewan took a couple of steps towards us, and I started to tell him I didn’t want to do this. Malik held onto my hand, then grasped the front of my dress with the other, pulling me over to him, his face leaning forward to kiss me. His lips were greasy with sweat as they mashed against mine, and his tongue pushed against my lips to part them. I don’t know why, but I yielded to his kiss, and let his tongue rush in to massage mine, his heavy breathing loud through his nose. At the same time, Jewan was lifting my skirt, his hardened shaft poking into my crotch. I couldn’t help but moan as Jewan pushed himself inside me while Malik groped and squeezed my breasts. Jewan began to thrust in me as I felt hands removing my dress, lifting it up over my shoulders as Malik broke our kiss to disrobe me. My breasts were full and my nipples ripe for the plucking. I felt Jewan’s hands on my hips, pulling me onto my feet, bent over as he slowly sent his shaft back in to claim my pussy. Each thrust felt so long, so delicious, so satisfying, I momentarily forgot that there was another man in the room, watching us. As it turns out, he was not just watching! As Jewan continued to use me, Malik struggled to his feet in front of me, then dropped his own shorts, showing me considerable layers of flab, as well as his cock, which was growing with every beat of his heart. “Noo!” I moaned Jewan simply thrust into me, moving his cock inside me. “Yes!” He replied. “You gonna’ do him!” With that, Jewan grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me upright as Malik sat back down on the couch. I was pushed forward by Jewan’s body, until Malik could reach out and grasp my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers. I winced at the burning sensation when my nipples were flattened between Malik’s stubby fingers as I was pulled onto him. Jewan withdrew from me, and used his hands to guide my hips over Malik’s crotch. “Please, Jewan! Only you!” I begged. The only response I got was Jewan’s hands forcing my body lower as Malik lifted his hips to push his now throbbing black manhood towards my body. It was no real contest as I was lowered to Malik, and his cock came into contact with my already opened vagina, my juices ready to lubricate him. He entered me as I lay against his massive body, unable to penetrate me nearly as far as Jewan had. Malik then began to convulse wildly, driving his cock in me as far as he could, but certainly not giving me the pleasure Jewan did. Malik shifted his hands to my hips, and drove me down as hard as he could, filling me a fraction more, then he held me down. My eyes popped wide open as I felt Jewan rub his pole around my butt, before lining it up with my exit. I screamed as Jewan forced his tool to enter me, forcing me open like he did that first night, only much more painfully. Once he had forced me open, he continued in one long push, the juices of my vagina help him slide into my rear. They both began to buck their hips, thrusting both cocks in me, my chest heaving from the pain, exertion, and panic. My eyes watered at the pain as Jewan pumped me and Malik twisted my nipples to the point I thought they would rip off! Time slowed to an eternity as I felt nothing from Malik, but pain from Jewan, although I had to admit that the pain began to subside after a bit. They thrust, bumped, and grunted as they took me from both holes, without any real rhythm or pace, only that to gain their own satisfaction. Malik climaxed first, and Jewan was pile driving me, giving me no hope of avoiding Malik’s semen in my womb. As Malik finished, Jewan again grabbed my hair and pulled me upright until I was standing on my tip-toes, with his cock in my ass. My breasts bounced with every thrust as I gasped for air. I soon felt my first tingle of pleasure as Jewan reached around to my crotch, his finger rapidly circling my clit. His pace slowed somewhat as he still used my butt, but his fingers flew as I became lost in the pleasures of his touch. “Whose slut are you?” He demanded. When I didn’t answer, his fingers flicked my clit more, sending a crash of passion through me. Then he repeated his question. ”Whose slut are you?” he demanded. I answered the only way my body would allow me. “Yours.” I said softly. With that, he bucked harder a few times, and sent his load into my butt, my voice crying out in fear and pain as his cock ravaged my ass. I caught the leering gaze of Malik as Jewan finished with me, his knowing smirk telling me my day was not over. Jewan withdrew, and I all but passed out on the floor as Jewan took stock. “Shit, Bitch! You bled on me!” he declared, and I was sure my rear had been either ripped out of my body, or at least ripped apart. “I’m gonna’ shower. She’s all yours, if you want!” he declared to Malik as he bounded upstairs, his cock swinging from side to side with each step. I turned to see Malik already in motion, grabbing my wrist as he closed on me. His grip was surprisingly strong, and I was flat on the floor on my back in a second, Malik’s folds of flab enveloping me as he lay on top of my prostrate form. I tried to struggle from under him as my legs lay flat on the floor, wide apart, but his form was just too big, his body too heavy. Malik shifted and wriggled until his cock was pointing at me, then he grunted as I felt the second contact of his cock and my pussy. I was gasping for breath again, under Malik as he thrust in me, but again, it was less from pleasure than it was from being suffocated by his form. I stared up at the stairway, silently pleading for Jewan to come, to rescue me from this fat, greasy slob who was raping me. . Jewan finally came down stairs as Malik finished his climax, messily spreading his seed as he felt out of me on his final thrust. Malik lay on me for a moment, then rolled off, relieving the ten-ton pressure off my poor, exhausted body. His seed was smeared on my crotch, as well as the floor. I lay there, gasping, as Jewan tossed his wet towel at me. “Get cleaned up. Your Papa will be home soon, and I don’t want you to get caught”. Taking the towel, I gingerly stepped to the bathroom near the front door, and took stock of my poor, battered body. My vagina was sopped with semen, but no trauma. My breasts were red from Malik’s groping them, and I feared they might bruise. My biggest fear was my butt. I used the towel to clean myself, and a small smear of blood showed that I had torn something. Amazingly, the pain was no longer there, although I was a bit sore. I exited the bathroom, and Jewan was standing there, holding my dress in his fingers. He held it out to me, and as I pulled it over my head, he asked if I remembered what he told me. I told him I did not, and he reminded me that I was to never appear with panties on again! I nodded in remembrance, and made my own term. My butt was off limits. I would never again let a man take me that way. If he did, I would simply tell my Daddy that Jewan gave me drugs and raped me. I got a grudging acknowledgment from Jewan. “A’ight” he said. Then he opened the door, and I went home, thinking about the change in my life. Forced First Ch. 04 I could not believe how sore my butt was after Malik and Jewan had shared me. Jewan was quite well endowed, and when my butt was all done, it was all I could do to walk without limping along. I spent the next few days working on my tan and recovering, not even leaving the house. I saw Jewan drive down the street behind our house a few times and look over, and I am sure he saw me sunbathing, again working on my all-over tan. I have to admit that I was looking really good by that time, with my brown hair getting a hint of sun-bleaching, and my tan lines almost gone. My hair had last seen the stylist before graduation, by now down past my shoulders, and I started to part it on the side, so just one eye and part of my face was visible if I curled it just right. My pubic hair was even lightening a bit, too! My parents had some friends over the night before, and I overheard them talking, and Daddy's friend remarked that Daddy needed to keep an eye on me, as I was turning into such a babe! I grinned to myself as I continued to work on my tan that next day, letting my fingers again do their walk down my body as I let the sun sink its rays into me, warming my outside as I warmed my inside. I fantasized about being in bed with Daddy's friend, wearing a white satin baby-doll, or maybe not even being in bed, but in the back yard with him... or even more, my needy, naughty mind thought, the front yard! My mind became fixated on that, having sex in public; letting the whole world see my body as a massive cock slid back and forth inside me. I climaxed rather violently, and I could not help but moan and squeal as I felt the pleasure flood through me. My mind was made up. My body would go on display, but I had now idea how it would happen. As things went, Jewan would unwittingly give me my fantasy, and more! It was Saturday night. My parents left that morning to go on a long weekend alone, and would not be back until Monday night. Daddy had given me the familiar "No parties in the house and don't have any fun" speech. He told me no alcohol, no boys, no disturbing the neighbors, water the yard, do the dishes, and so on. It seemed like his speech was longer than his trip! I had to smile, though, as there was one thing he never thought to mention. Mom and I wear the same size, and every once in awhile, we would swap blouses or skirts, and shoes when Mom wanted to feel younger again. I also knew Mom had a number of dresses and outfits she wore when she was younger that were pretty hot. Daddy liked her to keep them, and have her wear them sometimes when they went on a date. The car wasn't down the street ten seconds before I was thumbing through Mom's closet, checking out her wardrobe of things to borrow that night. There was the black silk off-the shoulder dress Mom wore to graduation. It was very nice, and rather daring backless design that plunged to the small of her waist. The skirt was also pretty tight, with the hemline stopping just above the knee. On a whim, I stripped and tried it on. To my chagrin, I found that Mom and I were not exactly the same size, with my butt being just a bit bigger than hers. I managed to get the dress on, but had to remove my panties to do so. No way was it going to work. I re-hung the dress, and continued flipping through her closet. The next thing I saw stopped me cold, and sent a shiver down my back. It was a crème satin blouse and black skirt, nearly the same outfit I wore when Jewan took my virginity. I though about it for a moment, re-living the night. The loud boom and clap of thunder as the fireworks exploded. The look on Atal's bleeding face as he watched Jewan impale me, sending my body through the shivers of pleasure he would never do. I let my hand fall to my pussy, my fingers probing my labia, only to be surprised at how wert I already was. I came back from the memory, and kept thumbing through dresses. I came across Mom's Halloween costume from two years ago. She played a vampiress, and her costume was not one of those catalogue phonies. This was the real deal, with a rich black satin cape that had blood-red satin lining, a white sheer blouse, and a short black satin circle skirt. I ran my fingers over the satin cape, feeling the long, cool threads slipping past my grasp, when I noticed that the cape actually seemed to have some wear on it. I had only seen her wear it once, and that was to the party we went to. Then the wicked smile creased my face as I realized what was going on. Mom wore this, probably for Daddy when they had sex. So, my mind finally realized, my parents were not the straight-laced, uptight, puritanical people I thought they were. They had a wild side, but weren't letting me see it! I thumbed through a number of other dresses and outfits, some pretty nice, one or two too horrible to mention. I stopped at the last one tucked in the corner of the closet, and pulled it down, holding it against me, checking for fit. It sure seemed short, the skirt seeming to barely covering my butt as I thumbed the soft shiny white satin material it was made of. Still naked, I decided to try it on, thinking it might not be too bad. I gathered the soft satin over my head, and let the dress slip down my body, caressing my breasts and nipples as it fell over my form. I slipped the halter behind me neck, hiding the small clasp holding it together under my hair, and shrugged my body as the silky satin fell into place. I ran my hands down the front, smoothing the lines of the dress as I inspected it. The bodice had a very large drape, one that completely revealed my cleavage, my breasts barely covered by triangles of the bodice to either side. I turned and discovered that the sides of my boobs were also revealed, as the fit was rather loose, like the dress was made for a double-D cup, instead of my C-cup chest. I took a deep breath, and was surprised to find that the fit was looser than it looked, but as I continued to examine myself, the dress was actually more revealing than it looked. The deep cut of the back of the dress actually went down past my waist line, and made it rather iffy about wearing panties without letting everyone see the tops of them. The skirt length was also pretty short, the hem only a couple of inches below my butt. The cut was definitely a circle skirt, and as I twisted my hips, the hem flew nearly straight out. Who ever designed this dress obviously made it for showing more assets than a proper girl would want! I nearly jumped out of my skin as the very second I was checking out the skirt length, the door bell rang! Taking a quick look around, I realized I should just answer the door as I was, since there was no way it was Mom or Daddy, they would not have knocked. I bounced to the door, my bare feet padding against the tile floor as the chime rang a second time. I smoothed my skirt again quickly, and opened the door, only to find Jewan standing there! His eyes looked me up and down for a moment, then he spoke. "You look hot!" he leered, "I wantcha' to wear that tonight!" The perplexed look on my face told him I had no clue what he was talking about. He explained that he knew my parents were gone, and he was going to a party tonight, and I was his date. I thought about it for a moment, and in my reverie, he asked me a question. "You wearing panties again?" he asked. It was more of a confrontation than a question. I shook my head no, and he reached forward to me. "Show me!" he demanded. So I turned around, and let him see the back of the dress, or rather the lack of back of the dress, and as I turned back, I told him I was doing what he told me to. It did not satisfy him. He motioned me closer, and leaned in to kiss me, right there in the doorway! My eyes flew open in shock as I looked furiously to see if anyone was watching us. There wasn't, and as I softly sighed to his kiss, his hand reached up my skirt and rubbed my pussy. I was being groped in broad daylight, in full view! It instantly made me wetter to think I was being seen, at the same time I was mortified that someone might actually see me, or even worse, tell my parents! He broke the kiss, and withdrew his hand. He told me he would pick me up at eight o'clock. I didn't even think of turning him down, and merely said ok, as he got back in his car and roared off. I shut the door behind me, leaning my head back against it as I sighed. Jewan's touch and grope had definitely turned me on, and I wanted him, right then. I padded back to my Mom's closet, and shrugged out of the dress. I ran to the store to pick up a few things, napped, and ate a small early dinner as evening approached, then took my time to get ready. After showering, I put on my usual light makeup and pulled my white, strappy heels out from under my bed. I tossed them by the bed, then pulled out the small package I had bought at the drug store. My heart raced as I opened it, letting my fingers trace over the slippery mesh of the white thigh-high hose as I pulled them out. I leaned back on my bed and pulled them on, one leg at a time, making sure the seam along the back was centered on each leg. Stepping into my heels and wrapping them around my ankles made balancing tricky as I slid the dress down over my shoulders, the silky soft material caressing every curve of my breasts, waist and rear as it fell into place. I took one look in the mirror at my butt, and verified no way was the dress going to cover my panties, so I shrugged and lifted my fingers under the skirt and drew them down, kicking them onto my bed. I shivered that nervous feeling of doing something naughty away, taking a deep breath. My breasts strained at the fabric, my nipples plainly showing their profile through the thin satin covering them. I took a couple of steps back, and looked myself over. My now-deep tan contrasted very nicely with the near pure white of the dress, with the dress showing my assets nicely, and only covering enough to make sure any man would be tantalized! I checked my makeup again as the doorbell rang. Jewan was just a few minutes early! I took my time to answer the door, strutting in my heels, trying to develop a "come-hither" kind of posture, making sure the click-clack of my heels could be plainly heard on the tile floor. I reached the door as the bell was rung again, and smiled as I opened it, only to have my eyes pop out of my face, and my mouth gape wide. It wasn't Jewan at the door, but Mr. Drake, the same guy who told my Daddy that I was becoming "such a babe"! He took a moment to eye me up and down, before speaking. "No, Mr. Drake. Daddy is out for the weekend with Mom." I answered his question of if he could speak to my Daddy. He smiled for a moment as he looked at me, as if he was considering something, then abruptly thanked me and left. I could only stand there and hang my head back on my shoulders. Damn, I was caught! Mr. Drake was going to tell my parents, Mom would certainly freak out, but Daddy was absolutely kill me! I remained standing there for a moment, terrible thoughts of doom and worse racing through my mind as the cool evening breeze brought me back to reality. The rush of cooling air through my thighs awakened me to the realization that my body was exposed, and as I looked down, sure enough, my skirt was floating out in a near perfect circle! I sighed as I felt the pleasure and began to close the door, only to hear footsteps approach. Those footsteps belonged to Jewan, who looked me over and smiled, his bright teeth a sharp contrast to his ebony skin. I looked him over as he smiled at me, and what I saw made me smile, too! He was wearing a black silk dress shirt, dark grey slacks, and dress shoes, looking every inch a gentleman, and a wealthy one, too! He approached me, holding up his hand and enveloping my shoulder with it as he greeted me with a kiss. As we kissed, I felt slight movements, and then something slide around my neck. As I broke the kiss in astonishment, he cut off my question by telling me it was something he needed me to wear. I fingered the strap fastened not too tightly around my neck, feeling a buckle and metal ring attached to it. I had not heard of things like Domination and Sexual Slavery, and did not know what it meant to wear someone's collar. He extended his hand and took mine, leading me to his car and off on our date! We drove for about 30 minutes, until we were in an industrial complex, with lots of warehouses and other buildings where they build stuff. He pulled into a vacant cul-de-sac, and stopped, getting out of the car and I joined him. He kissed me again, and I could feel his bulge through my skirt as his hands roved over my body and under my skirt, particularly my bare butt, and I thought we were going to make love right there. He broke our kiss, and stared into my eyes, his look growing hard. He told me that we were going to a special party, and that I was there to make him look good. I was his candy, so to speak. He would tell me what he wanted, and I was to do it, no questions. He groped my crotch, and asked me if I would show him my pussy. I didn't even flinch as I gathered my skirt up and lifted the front up so that the satin was in a taught half-circle. He smiled, and told me that was good. Then he glared at me again, and asked me if I could do that in front of a total stranger. I gulped, and said yes. He smiled again, and reached into the back seat of his car. Coming up, he showed me a long dog's leash. My eyes saw it, and I scowled in confusion. He told me that if I didn't behave, didn't do exactly as I was told, when I was told to do it, he would use it on me! I resolved right then and there that I did not want to be whipped, and told him I would be a good girl. He put the leash in his pocket as we got back in the car, driving a short distance to another part of the complex, where I could hear loud rap music and see a bunch of people milling around. He led me into the building, and I could feel many eyes on me, as well as see many other guys openly staring at my body with an evil grin as I strutted slightly behind Jewan. I didn't have any time to keep my skirt under control, as he was walking a bit fast, so I had to just let it go, and hope that not too many guys got a look at my body. As we passed the front entrance, all hopes of privacy were blown away, as the ventilation system forced a rush of air past, and my skirt went straight out for a few moments, and at least 30 guys got a look at my bikini-trimmed vagina, my face blushing a deep red. The building appeared to be some sort of warehouse, with a couple of small offices against one wall, and rows upon rows of big racks of boxes. Really big boxes. It turned out that this place was a furniture warehouse and showroom, and as I looked around, I could see all different types and sets of furniture set out, just like in a living room in any house! Along the far wall was a raised platform, where some musicians were playing, and weird lights were flashing about. He seemed to be looking for someone, and after a few minutes of leading me around, he pointed to a corner of the building where there were a few other girls clustered together, telling me to wait there for him. I looked at him for a moment, watching his eyes grow hard, and I realized what he meant. So I nodded and strode off to join the other girls. As I walked up, one of the other women smiled at me, said "Hi!", and the circle of them widened a bit to let me join them. Then the questions began. Who was I? Where was I from? Who was I with? Was this my first time? As I answered the questions, I began to notice a few things. First, all of the other girls were dressed similar to me. A short skirt or dress, high heels, and not much else. Also, most of the others were also wearing something around their neck, like me. Two were even dressed alike. My curious gaze was answered when the older one of them told me she was there with her daughter, and sure enough, I noticed her wedding ring. I could help myself but ask why her husband would bring her to something like this. Her reply almost floored me. Her husband didn't know they were there! She then went on to tell me her name (Andrea), and her daughter's name (Ashley), and the reason they were there. They were at the party for one thing. Black men! Black cocks, and as many as they could get! It was then I realized that of the over 100 guys there, I hadn't seen one white man. Another girl told me this was her second party, but that she hadn't been to one for awhile because her black boyfriend had gotten locked up in jail. Just as I began to ask another question, they all started to straighten up and primp a bit, and I turned to see who approached. A rather short and portly black man reached us, and pulled one of the other girls to him and led her away. We watched her go with him, and I noticed some of the men watching them pass, their eyes leering, and some of them mouthing some comment, dirty ones, no doubt. Andrea told me that the girls who had collars, or necklaces as she called them, were there with a particular man, and those who were not were there for any man. She then confided in me that she had even gone to parties without her black boyfriend so as to be claimed by more men. I was totally shocked by all this, and had to ask about her husband. She was quick to defend herself, saying she really loved him, and he was a good man, but was not blessed with a big cock, and so she went elsewhere for her satisfaction. My mind took all this in as Jewan approached me. He reached for my hand, and told me to come with him. I waved good-bye to the other girls as I was led off, now a bit more self-conscious about what I had gotten myself into. Jewan pulled me over to one of the furniture sets, and whispered in my ear, telling me it was time. Time for what, I didn't know. Then he put both hands on my shoulders and guided me down to my knees before him. My eyes never left his and as I knelt before him, his fingers wrapped in my hair, and he pulled my face to his crotch, bumping me against him, kinda' hard. I got the idea, and reached up, undoing his slacks and letting them fall to the floor, his dark member jutting out, ready for pleasure. I leaned forward, and parted my lips to suckle him, placing a big, pouty kiss on the head of his black stick before taking it into my mouth. Jewan seemed to be in a rush, and pulled my head harshly onto him, the back of my throat tingling as his head pushed farther in. Finally I had to take one last breath as I felt Jewan pull harder on my hair, and I arched my back, so my head could tilt back farther. Using both hands, he pushed his cock past my throat, or more accurately, pulled my throat onto his shaft. He kept pulling my further until I felt his pubic hair at my nose. It was then I heard some yelling from around us, and I realized we were putting on a show! Jewan left me there for a few seconds, and let my head withdraw, until my nostrils flared as I could breathe again, his cock giving a few shallow thrusts as I caught my breath. I heard a few of the raunchy things the watchers said, one of them even offering Jewan $20 for me to suck his cock. I kind of dismissed it, until Jewan said maybe later, but it would cost much more than twenty bucks! Then his hands were pulling me onto him again, and his cock re-invaded my throat. The catcalls returned as my lips were stretched around his base, and I began to use my fingers to massage Jewan's sac. I didn't know exactly what he wanted me to do, but somehow I figured if I could impress the other men, then Jewan would be pleased. Jewan and I continued to perform in front of the other men for a few more minutes, then he pulled up on my hair, rising me off of my knees, and making me wince. I whimpered a bit and heard him command me to show my pussy to the others. I lowered my hands and grasped my skirt with my fingers as before, and lifted the hem like I did for Jewan. The cheers and catcalls erupted as I showed the room my body to them, with guys offering to show me a good time, offering Jewan for even 10 minutes with me, even one guy who reached his arm out and began to rub my butt through my skirt! My head turned both ways, confused and a bit frightened as I just stood there, holding my skirt up. Jewan then pushed me backwards until I fell back on a bed, and he clambered between my wide-apart thighs, his throbbing manhood a dark probe ready to explore my inner depths. He lowered his body to mine as I raised my skirt out of his way, and there was a loud yell from the crowd as I squealed from Jewan's carnal contact... Forced First Ch. 04 More in the next chapter... Forced First Ch. 05 Continued from Chapter 4... I was barely aware of my surroundings after a few minutes. Jewan's way of fucking took total control over me, and my thoughts. I craved more of his cock when it was in me, and lusted for it when not. At the moment, my knees were parted high and wide, allowing Jewan full access to my bikini-trimmed pussy, and he was taking full advantage. My satin skirt was lifted onto my stomach, and the pounding I was getting made my breasts jiggle in my barely-covering white satin dress. My fingers clawed at the bed, each thrust from Jewan sending a raw bolt of sexual pleasure through me, and all I could do was gasp each time his cock buried itself fully into me, his pelvis grinding against my clit. The gathered crowd of men leered and shouted cat-calls at both me and Jewan, some egging him on, others asking Jewan to let them have me as well. My eyes took in the looks from various men surrounding us, while I reacted like an out-of-control beast, rocking my hips up to meet Jewan's thrusts, and writhing under his expert love-making. It was not long before I felt my first climax, and my screams of passion were matched by the yells of the others. Jewan kept pumping his magnificent black cock inside me, until I had climaxed a second time, and his own orgasm a few moments later. He made no mistake in staking his claim, by ensuring every drop of his seed went deep into my pussy. I had another passing thought about being impregnated by him, but the voices of the others made the thought a fleeting one. I was nervous because I didn't know what Jewan had in mind for me next! When he finally rolled off of me, I lay there immodestly, knees spread and draped to the mattress, my clothing in total disarray. I was one well-fucked girl! As I gasped for air and caught my breath, Jewan arose and drew a gathering around him. There were some murmurings, followed by some loud voices, "No way! Too much, Man!" one voice cried. "For that much, I want her for the weekend!" bellowed another. I started to collect myself, and began to rise off the bed. I was in the middle of readjusting my dress, when the group broke up, and Jewan approached me, quickly, and obviously annoyed. "Wha-?" was all I got out before Jewan grabbed me by my "necklace" and started to haul me off and out of the building. I caught a look from the other girls as we left, some of them giving me a doubtful stare. We were not one second outside the building when Jewan slapped me. "Bitch! I tole' you to make me look good tonight! You just looked like a regular 20 dollar hooker! I couldn't even get $500 for you tonight!" he barked. My hand rose to my cheek as a tear began to fall from my eye. So that was it. Jewan didn't love me. I was just a cheap thrill for him. I could not conceal the hurt look in my eyes as he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me stumbling behind him to the car. Not a word was said as he drove me home, the longest ride in my life so far. I glanced at the clock as we got home, and realized it was after 11:00 PM. "Get out!" he commanded. "If I feel horny enough tomorrow, I may let you fuck me again!" With that he roared off, leaving me speechless in the roadway, the sudden gust of wind tugging my skirt up. I was totally speechless as I stood there, in shock and hurt as a few minutes went by. Luckily, no one was driving up the road, or I would have been run over. I took a look around, and there was only one person out, walking his dog. The stranger drew closer and I realized it was my dad's friend, Mr. Davis. He called my name and asked me to wait a moment. I was stuck, being recognized, and wearing a dress I should not be. I waited for him as he drew up, and his dog began to sniff around me. "Now I know what you've been up to, Wendy!" he sneered. I was partially distracted as the dog began to sniff up my leg. "What do you mean, Mr. Davis?" I asked, as innocently as I could. The dog's sniffing went higher up my leg until his snout was up under my skirt. I jumped when I felt his first lick at my pussy. "Yow! Get outta' there!" I commanded. "See, my dog knows, too. And he is never wrong. I knew you were seeing that black boy down the street. I bet you were out with him on a date tonight. I bet he even screwed your brains out, you cheap whore!" I was flabbergasted when I heard Mr. Davis speak. He had never spoken like that before, at least not to me. My jaw dropped as I tried to protest, and Mr. Davis closed on me, dropping the dog's leash and putting both hands on my shoulders. "There is only one way I'm gonna' keep my mouth shut about you and the black punk!" he menaced. With that he pushed me backwards onto the grass in my front yard, until I fell on my back with a shove, my legs splayed, and the voluminous soft folds of my satin dress gathered at my waist, exposing my pussy to him. "I knew it!" Mr. Davis exclaimed. "You've been fucking that kid. Now it is my turn!" His hands hooked their thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and he dropped his shorts and underwear in one quick motion. His exposed cock flopping from side to side as he took the remaining couple of steps to me. He was semi-erect as he knelt between my legs, and as he lay down on me, forcing me onto my back, he began to grind his hips up and down, dry-humping me. I could feel his member at my petals, just not hard enough to force them apart, like Jewan could. "Please... please Mr. Davis! Don't do this to me!" I begged to him. "Why? A white guy not good enough for you?" he sneered. "No!" I replied. "It's just..." I could not come up with a good enough answer in my head to talk my way out of this. Here I was, my skirt at my waist, and an out of shape fifty-something yea old man humping me. I gave up, and didn't try to fight him. It was too late. His erection finally began to grow, and he slid one hand between us to guide himself into me. I could feel his penetration, but he was not nearly as well endowed as Jewan is. He began to thrust in me, almost convulsing in his lovemaking, not letting me feel much pleasure as his round belly compressed me into the grass. His dog took a seat near us, panting as he watched my rape, and I could only watch the dog as Mr. Davis took his liberty of me. Mr. Davis evidently had not had sex in a long time, as he did not last but a few minutes. His ejaculation mixed his semen with Jewan's, but now I was truly afraid of pregnancy. How would I explain it? What if the baby is white? What if the baby is black? All these questions whirled through my mind in a moment. "What if I get pregnant?" I asked as Mr. Davis rolled over onto the grass. "Tell them the neighbor kid did it, for all I care!" he related. "I'm sure you've been doing him for weeks now, and have a belly full of his cum in you! But don't worry, I won't tell your folks about him. Unless you don't do what I want later..." Forced First Ch. 06 ---------- Author's Note: As some of my readers have indicated, some of the stories I have posted are just that, stories. Some, however, are very true. I'll leave it up to the reader to decide which ones they think are based on fact, and which are based on fiction, although a careful reading should give hints to which is which. To those whom would offer the criticism based upon race, motivation of the characters, or other opinions not related to the actual prose, keep them to yourself. It is those hateful comments that have kept me from continuing on. ---------- By now, Jewan and I were together almost constantly, although Summer was soon coming to an end, and I was due to move away to the dorm-life of college. I was going to live in the same state, but far enough away that commuting was impossible. In a way, I was very excited. A new world, new people, and the shedding of the protectiveness of my parents, especially my dad. Daddy always meant well for me, I knew that deep down in my heart, but at the time, it was almost oppressive. I was also moving away from Jewan, and while it would mean leaving his cock behind, it also meant the chance to meet others, perhaps, and to see what other people were like. At the time, I didn't really understand it, but I had become an addict. I loved men, and more particularly, the feel of a man as he did what men do to women. In my case, I had experienced a few men by now, including that awful Mr. Davis. He was a brute of a man, and had come calling several times. Every time he used that same threat of extortion, to tell my parents about me and Jewan. The man was also depraved in his wants, some of which I gave into, and some I refused. But we can talk about that in another chapter. Right now, I should talk about what happened not long after Jewan had shared me with his cousin, the guy who weighted what felt like 1000 pounds, and damn near suffocated me in his pathetic attempt to have sex. It was late afternoon, and I was over at Jewan's again. I had taken to going to his house more and more, as my Daddy came home from work early one day, and almost caught Jewan balls deep into me on the living room floor. So I thought it best to go to his house, even though it might be a little unsafer for me in some ways, but at the time I knew it was safer than my Daddy catching us. So I was at his house, wearing a thin nylon wrap dress, baby-pink, and with some low sandaled heels. I went bra-less, as I never could stand the way that the bra straps stuck out like sore thumbs, so my C-size breasts were only supported by how tight I wrapped and tied the fabric around me, which was pretty tight. The cut gave my cleavage a pretty deep exposure, and the curving hemline in the front gave rise to a view almost half-way up my thigh, even though the dress was knee-length. I had also worn panties again, even though Jewan disapproved, but after being scared by Daddy, I chose the safer clothing. Jewan was disappointed, and showed it by withholding his cock from me for about a week, but in the end, I think his lustful need took a greater share of his ego, and he let it go. I think part of it was that I also wear thin, lacey ones, and even have a few that are the French-over the hip cut. I knocked on his door, and as I waited, it struck me odd that his parents were always coming and going at odd times, and they never seemed to be together for long. They never went to any of the neighbor's parties, and they never went to church, either. I shrugged it off as the door opened, and there was Jewan, looking at me with those deep brown eyes, and corn-rowed hair, looking sloppy in his oversized shirt and baggy shorts, and tennis shoes without socks. He let me in and closed the door, and immediately kissed me, and I felt that marvelous tingle of his lips on mine, as his tongue and mine began to swap spit and caress each other. My hands rose to his shoulders, and he began to slide me sideways, until my back was to the wall in front of the stairway leading upstairs, and I thought for certain he was going to take me to his room. We kissed and I felt his hands sliding up and down my body, and his fingers clutched at my breasts, palming and squeezing them, and my nipples grew hard, sticking out like little grapes into the nylon fabric covering them. We kissed longer and longer, coming up for air and then kissing some more. My hands slid down his dark skin, my French-manicured nails a wonderful contrast to his skin, which was really dark, like he was from Africa. He continued to explore, or more accurately, re-acquaint, his fingers to my body, and I did nothing to dissuade him. I moaned softly and he grunted from time to time, and we continued to neck, making out right there in the foyer. Finally, after what seemed like hours, his hand began to play down my thigh to my crotch, and the overlapping fold of my dress. His fingers were rough, but gentle in their caress, and he would slide them up the inside of my thigh, and then down the front, only to repeat the oval, each time going higher and higher, until he was brushing my panties with the back of his fingers. Each time I felt his touch against my panties, I moaned, and let my pelvis thrust softly against it. I was getting hotter and hotter, and I knew my vagina was getting well-ready for his cock, just as soon as he would give it to me, which I hoped would be damn soon. My own hands were not idle, and they also caressed and touched him, laying across the back of his neck, and caressing his head, and down his back, and to his butt, where I grabbed those hard cheeks and pulled him against me. I let a finger slide inside the waistband of his shorts, and slid it back and forth from the back and around to the front, and then back again, each time trying to make them go lower and lower, so they'd get out of the way. "Yeah, baby..." he would softly tell me, "I knows you want it, and you can't get enough of me." It was sort of our ritual, his telling me how needy I was for him, and my admitting he was right, usually with a soft moan. This time, I broke our kiss and spoke to him, in my soft tone, my eyes looking up at him. "yessss... I know it..." and then I grew more aggressive in my kiss as I attacked him with my lips. And while I did that, I also did something I had not done before, but it just sort of seemed natural to me. As I leaned back against the wall, his body against mine, I lifted my right leg, bending it at the knee, as high as I could. The hemline of my skirt fell to my waist as my knee rose above it, and my panties were made clear to Jewan, and the treasures I held under them. To his credit, he took my message, and my meaning, and in a matter of seconds, his shorts were being helped to the floor by his own hand, while mine was working on them, too. His cock sprang out as his shorts hit the floor, and he then grabbed over my knee with his hand, lifting my leg higher, and I felt him begin to thrust, a dry hump that made me moan. I have no doubt that there was a soaked spot making the white lace of my panties darker, and the fact that his cock was pressing on them made them darker still. At one point, he even tried to hold his cock at my entry, and push through them, but the elastic only stretched, and the lace held firm, barring his entry. This time. Our passion and focus was so great, that I didn't hear the footsteps up the front walk, and when the door opened, I almost screamed. Jewan, for a moment, held me in a harder grip, his pelvis thrust against mine, and my knee still held against my chest, exposing my panties to the new arrival, who was an older black man. In fact, as I would soon discover, my vagina was being introduced to Jewan's father. And it was very odd, after a moment, that Jewan relaxed his grip on me, and stood away, letting my leg back down, and my dress to fall back into a more respectable way, but he stood there before his dad, his boner proud and erect, his shirt sort of draping over it. "Well, boy..." his deep voice began. "What do we have here?" his father asked. I took a flustered few seconds to try and brush my dress down, and not to look as flushed as I did. And as I did so, Jewan introduced me, and told him my name. I felt the man's eyes on me as I was introduced, and I could only stammer my own greeting. "P-please to meet you..." and suddenly I was stumped. I knew Jewan had a unique last name, one I had heard a few times, but I couldn't pronounce. It seemed that no one in the neighborhood could, either. So I settled for the non-committal "Sir." The man was nice enough, and then he turned his attention to Jewan, whose manhood was resuming his relaxed posture, while he bent down to pick up his shorts. His father spoke to him, again in that deep baritone that must be hereditary. "Boy, your mother's car broke down. She's over at the mall, somewhere, go get her and see if you can make her car run." I looked at Jewan, and his face fell flat. I immediately understood that Jewan wasn't going to get any today, and for that matter, neither was I. My heart was still racing a bit, and my nipples were doing their best to try and poke through the thin and compliant fabric of my dress, and I could only stand by while there was a brief debate between Jewan and his father. I won't bore you with the details, but if you are a parent, you can pretty much surmise how it went. So Jewan went to the kitchen and got his car key, and then started to escort me out, when his father held out his hand. "Hold on, Jewan. I want to talk to her for a minute. You go on along and get your mama." This didn't seem to be an out of the ordinary thing to Jewan, as he merely shrugged and said "See ya'." and left, closing the door behind him. That left me alone with his dad, and considerably uncomfortable. Jewan had been gone only seconds, before his father turned and locked the door. "Come on in." Jewan's dad bade me, and led me into the living room of the house, which by now had looked a lot nicer than my first visit. Decorations hung on the walls, and things were relatively neat and orderly, including that same couch where I had gotten my ass reamed. I had entered the room, and his dad stopped and turned, facing me, no more than two feet from me. He drew a grin, and again looked me up and down, and I gulped nervously. Out of habit, I had clasped my hands behind my back, something I had picked up from my father, ironically, as he said that my body language would show others I wasn't afraid, even if "I felt like shitting my pants." This had the effect of pulling my shoulders back, and thrusting my chest forward, placing a small further strain on my dress. My nipples were pushing so hard against the fabric that I might as well have hung a sign on them that said "come lick me!" Jewan's dad, whom I'll call Duane, reached out with his fingers, and lightly brushed them down my arm, speaking as he did so. "Relax, Jewan and his mother will be gone for over an hour." I stammered on my own reply "B-but.. but I-I'm sure I should go home soon." Duane merely shook his head, and let his hand continue down my arm, to my waist. "I don't know what you're afraid of, girl. I already seen all you got to offer, and you got plenty." With a flick of his wrist, his fingers grasped the string tying my dress closed, and gave it a sharp yank, and as the bow came undone, so did my dress, falling apart and baring me to him, exposing my breasts and my panties, and everything else. Out of reaction, I let my hands go, and parted my arms, more than shoulder-width apart, so that my dress would not simply fall off wrap to my wrists. Duane took a few moments to admire my curves, and then he lowered his head to mine, and I felt his own lips kiss me. I kissed him back, a long, passionate wrestling of our tongues. The silence in the room was deafening, as there was no radio or TV on, only the sound of our kiss and the hammering of my own heart. He broke the kiss with a toothy grin, and I felt his fingers caress my nipple, unresisted, as I could only stand there, completely dumbfounded. I winced when he gave it a severe pinch, and I yelped softly. His free hand slid down my belly, and dug into my panties, again, with my hands held back and apart, my dress barely on my shoulders, but fully opened to him. His thick, black fingers kept at my nipple, while his other hand began to delve into my pubic hair inside my panties, and I could only arch my back slightly, my voice grunting softly as the man molested me. Further and further he pushed and probed, until he had hit pay-dirt, and began to pinch my clit, his hand fully inside my panties as the elastic stretch to accommodate his grope. I was trying to balance on my heels as he was becoming rough with my nipple and my clit, pinching it and sending a burning pleasure through me, and my lips parted, my chest rising as I took in a loud gasp. Part of my mind screamed. My head was ringing with the echoes of my voice. I was being molested. I was being raped, I was going to be fucked, Jewan would be angry! Would Jewan be angry? What if my father found out? Should I resist? How do I resist? Would he hit me? What was happing to me? All the while my mind was racing, so was Duane's heart, evidently, because soon I looked down and could see an obvious tent in his pants. I felt my nipple begin released, and Duane used that hand to undo his pants, stepping out of them, and his boxer shorts, letting his black rod loose on an unsuspecting woman. Well, not unsuspecting, I knew what was going to happen now. I just didn't know the consequences. At a glance, I knew where Jewan got his endowment from. Duane was bigger, not so much in girth, but by a couple of inches in length. As my eyes looked down, Duane began to tug at my panties, first trying to rip them from my waist, and failing that, he jerked them down, and in doing so, his hand cupped my vagina and he squeezed, really hard. I couldn't help but cry out and reach with my hands to try and get him to let go, and as I bent over, he used his free hand to push me over, and I fell on my back, smacking my head on the carpeted floor, and just as when Jewan had taken my virginity, I was stunned and dazed. I perceived, rather than felt, Duane take my legs and lifting them onto his shoulders, and I perceived, rather than felt, his leaning forward, bending my body almost in half, but there was no mistaking the feeling as he pushed his hips forward, and his cock-head pushed to my folds, and then pressed harder, until they parted ways, and let his shaft penetrate me. I arched my back as he pushed and pushed, seeming to take forever to push his inches and inches into me, until he bottomed out, and I winced with a yelp. Duane didn't even have the decency to pause long enough to let my vagina adjust to him, and he began thrusting immediately, long, hard, and fast thrusts, not the slow and passionate love that Jewan would make to me. In a way, it felt more like Mr. Davis, although, somehow, I knew this wasn't going to be done in two minutes. I felt his relentless thrusting into me, several times his thrusts were particularly hard and deep, and in these I cried out in pain, my cervix still a virgin, as it were, and the battering it was taking hurt a lot. My voice could only gasp and cry while Duane became most intimate with his knowledge of my body, and I became fully aware of what was happing to me shortly after he invaded my body. My eyes were wide open, and searching the room, anything to avoid the deep and penetrating stare Duane had, while his hands gripped my wrists, and he held me firmly to the floor, and he kept thrusting his cock, more and more, harder and harder, it seemed, until he would push through my cervix, and into my womb. His own voice was nothing but the masculine grunts and moans of pleasure, as my body did what a woman does to a man, and my tunnel began to squeeze on him, until he suddenly spasmodically thrust into me, his back arched like a wolf baying at the moon, and he ejaculated into me. I can only say that the man had enormous balls, and the amount of semen he flooded me with was more than I had ever seen before. When I got home later, my thighs were smeared almost to my knees with his leakage, let alone what he had seeded deep into me. By now, I was so exhausted, I was laying there limply, as he left his cock to soften in me, and he leaned down to kiss me. I tried to speak at first, my words cut off by his lips, and after the kiss, I looked him straight into his eyes. "I am not protected, you know." His eyes got vacant for a moment, and then, saying nothing, he lifted himself off of me, and simply left me there, climbing the stairs. I took this as my cue, and made my way presentable as fast as I could, and almost ran home, tears streaking. I don't know why, I don't know how, but I knew it. I was pregnant. Forced First Orgasm As I drifted around the park, I thought about the argument Nick and I had just had. We seem to be having the same argument over and over again, more frequently these days. You see, after trying anything and everything, our sex life, while exciting, was still plagued with one major problem. I don't orgasm during sex. When I'm alone, it happens, but it always seems to elude me when Nick and I are making love. I think something's wrong with me, because I get very excited during sex- the whole act is such a turn on to me. I've tried explaining that it's not just him, that this has happened with everyone I've been with. But Nick still blames himself; he says it's the man's job to make his woman cum. I finally got up the nerve to suggest sex therapy today, and he blew up at me. I ended up stalking out of his apartment but I'd walked off my steam, and now I was regretting the things I said about him not being a real man who can make me cum. When had I sat on a bench? I thought to myself. I got up to walk towards the park entrance, noticing how dark it had gotten while I'd sat occupied with my own musings. I looked around and noted that there weren't many people in the park, so I started to walk a bit faster because the place was creeping me out. I heard a footstep behind me, and I glance back, but all I see are dark shadows. Taking a deep breath, I focus on getting out of the park as quickly as I can, when a hand clamps around my mouth and another around my waist. My scream is muffled by the hand biting into my cheeks as I'm pulled up against a hard chest. "Going somewhere?" a deep voice whispers in my ear. I feel myself being pulled somewhere, and as I look around I see I'm being taken behind bushes into a dark clearing. Trembling with fear, I try desperately to think of the moves I've seen women do on TV to get way from an attacker. The only ones I can think of is the elbow to the stomach and very dependable knee to the groin. I pull my elbow back and ram it into his stomach, a very hard stomach, and all I get for my efforts from him is a grunt. He yanks my hair, pulling my head back a bit. "Try that again and there are going to be consequences. Understand?" I nod my head. "Good. Now I'm gonna turn you around, and I'm gonna move my hand from your mouth. Try to scream and I'll hurt you. Do you want me to hurt you?" I shake my head furiously. "Are you going to be quiet?" I nod again. He turns me around, and his face is shrouded by what I think are shadows, but realize is a mask. "What do you want? I don't have much money on me but you can have it, please, just don't hurt me." I hear myself pleading. "I don't wanna hurt you, but I will if you don't do everything I say. And I don't want your money." he says, while running a hand over my breasts. Catching his meaning, my eyes widen in shock. "Please, please no." I shake my head wildly, thinking that this couldn't really be happening. "Yes," he says, "because I've been watching you sitting on that bench for over an hour. You looked so beautiful, with your long legs crossed in those jeans and your breasts stretching your t-shirt." His hands trailed down my side as I looked at his face trying to get an idea of what he looked like. He had dark hair, full lips and eyes covered by shadows. He was a tall man, about 6'2", and well muscled. "Please, let me go. You can have my money, my credit cards, just let me go." I hear a note of panic in my own voice. "No. I'm gonna fuck you. Good. And you're gonna love it. I can tell you're a hot lil thing in the bed." "No." I tried to back away but he had a good grip on my arms. He pulled me to him and leaned down to press a hard, rough kiss against my lips. Gathering my control, I held very still until he relaxed his grip on my arms, and then I rammed by knee up into his groin. Instantly I was free, and I started to run for my life. "Help! Someone help me please!" I scream at the top of my lungs, hoping that someone was near enough to hear me. I feel something slam into me from behind, cutting off another scream for help that had started to leave my lips. I hit the ground, bruising my knee and scraping my hands, and he lands hard on top of me. "You're gonna be sorry for that," he growls in my ear. "I told you there'd be consequences if you tried to get away from me." He turns me around and slaps me hard across my cheek, making stars burst behind my eyelids, and my head spin, silencing me once and for all. I whimpered, touching my face where his hand left my cheek stinging. He drags me back over to the little clearing we were in, yanking me to my feet. I realize it's in the part of the park leading into the woods, and completely surrounded my bushes, so no one can see we're there. He raises his hand, as if to slap me again. "No, please, I'll be quiet. Just don't hurt me. Please." I whisper, desperately trying to avoid another burning cheek. He lowers his hand slowly, considering whether or not he can trust me. "Please, I promise I'll be good. Just don't hurt me again, please." I plead. "Yeah? Then take your clothes off." "But…" I start. "No, you promised to be good. That means doing everything I say, no buts. The sooner you do what I say, the quicker I'll let you go. Understand?" "Yes, yes I understand." The sooner he lets me go, the sooner I can forget this ever happened. "Now get undressed. I will not repeat myself again." Steeling myself against what was about to happen and the slight chill in the air and in my bones, I slowly take off my t-shirt. Delaying the process a little, I slowly inch my jeans down my legs, leaving myself in a matching bra and bikini underwear set. "Everything. Off." He says gruffly, and I can hear the arousal in his voice. I reach behind my back and undo my bra, and slip the straps down and off. My c-cup breasts bounce a little as their released from the wire cups and goose bumps raise all over my body as the chill air caresses my breasts. I hook my fingers in my bikini panties and bending down pull them off and step out of them. When I straighten back up, he's standing there staring at me, licking his lips at me. Unused to being nude in the open, I try to cover up, to stop this stranger from staring at me so intimately. He walks up to me and pulls my hands down. Running his hands back up my sides, he caresses my breasts, slowly kneading them, pinching my nipples. Of their own mind, my nipples begin to get hard. "Do you like this? Do you like having your tits touched by a strange man?" He whispers. I just look up at him mutely. Laying me down on the ground he moves his head to my breasts, taking one nipple in his warm mouth and sucking on it softly and then more strongly. Moving to the other, he sucks it into his mouth, giving it the same treatment, while the other nipple dries quickly from the chill air, making it even harder. I feel a familiar tug from my breasts all the way down to my pussy, and shocked at my reaction, I squirm under his touch. Pulling his mouth up, he looks at me for a long moment. Smiling a slow smile like that of a hawk that has just gotten its prey, he swoops his head down to feast on my nipples again, while running a hand down my stomach towards my pussy. Sucking in my breath, I brace myself for what I know is inevitable, but when his hand skims along my clit, my breath comes out in a low moan. Still smiling, he starts rubbing my clit slowly, and then slips a finger down towards my opening. "You're so wet sweet thing. You like this, don't you? Come on, you can tell me," he coaxes. "No, no" I respond, my mind still refusing what my body is accepting. What's wrong with me that I am turned on by this man who is forcing himself on me? "Yes, sugar, you like this," he smirks. Pulling his fingers out of my now sopping wet puss, he holds them up. "Look at all that sweet juice, just for me." Moving his hand to his mouth, he sucks my juice off of his fingers, sending a shiver through me at the erotic picture it presents. "Please, just do… what you're going to do and let me go." I beg. "Nuh-uh," he shakes his head. "I'm gonna take my time so we can BOTH enjoy this." "No, no, please no." I start to slide slowly from under him, and his teeth bite down on my nipple hard, making me jump and squeak with pain. "Now, now. You promised to be good, remember? Now be a good girl and take my dick out and play with it." I slowly move my hand to his pants, and unbutton and unzip them. I reach in, surprised to find no boxers or briefs, to his dick. I wouldn't have been able to miss it. It was huge! It was at least three inches around and very long. My eyes opening wide, I look at his face, trying to see past the mask and the darkness. I hear him moan as my hand grips his dick more securely, pulling it from his pants and stroking it. He was bigger than Nick, which excited me and made my juices flow a little more onto his questing fingers. "I'm glad my dick excites you," he said noticing my reaction. He lay back on the side of me, and grabbing my head, urged my mouth towards his dick. This is not my Nick, I tried to tell myself. But even with the reminder of this strange dick about to go in my mouth, I didn't need much urging as this was my favorite part of sex. It was always a turn on to have power over a man when my mouth was on his dick. Slowly I took his head in my mouth, surprised to find it clean and free of any taste but a drop of precum on the tip. Urged on by his moan, I grew bolder and took as much of his ten inches as I could into my mouth. I could feel his head enter my throat, and I started to gag from the pressure on the back of my tongue. Easing up a bit, I found a comfortable rhythm taking his big dick into my mouth and easing it back out. My lips stretched tightly around the shaft while my tongue flicked back and forth on the head. Half sitting up and looking down at me, he murmured, "I knew you were a hot lil thing." Moving his hand back to my pussy, he began to finger me again. "I see this is turning you on as much as it's turning me on." Urged on my his talk, I began to go a bit faster, forgetting that I was in a park sucking off a strange man. "Enough! I want to be in that sweet pussy when I cum. You're not getting rid of me that fast." Thanking the heavens that I was on birth control, I watched as he laid me back, and moved down my body with his tongue never breaking contact with my skin. When he reached my pussy, he licked my clit slowly, once, twice, three times before I pushed my hips at him demanding more. Chuckling, he obliged me and set his mouth directly on my clit and began to suck it in earnest. He slipped two fingers inside me and finger fucked me while he sucked on my clit, then alternated, rubbing my clit and sticking his tongue in my slit. Then he alternated again. With every additional second that he was sucking me, I got more and more aroused, moving my hips in motion with his one, two, three fingers fucking my pussy. "Please," I heard myself say, not quite knowing if I was asking him to stop or keep going. "It's my pleasure to please you darling." Before I could brace myself, he's up on his knees and thrusting his dick fully into my sopping wet pussy in one thrust. "Yes… you're so tight and sweet." A little disoriented from the dick stretching my pussy, I lay completely still, hoping it would be over quick. He lay still inside me, letting me get used to his size, and then he began to move within me with long, slow strokes. My hopes of this being over quick dissipated as he kept his pace steady. Slowly I began to feel myself responding to him fucking me. Once more shocked at my reaction to my rapist, I tried to resist the storm that was gathering inside me, but it was no use. I start moving my hips to his rhythm, tightening my pussy around his dick when he thrust in, and loosening it when he went out. Feeling my response, he started fucking me faster, harder. Bracing himself above me on one elbow, he reaches a hand down and starts rubbing my clit furiously, while fucking me hard and fast. "No!" I gasp. This can't be happening! I think to myself. "Yes," he grits through his teeth. "You're going to cum all over my dick sugar." "No, no…" I silently send an apology to Nick, tears slipping quietly from my eyes as I thought about my lover who couldn't wring an orgasm from me, but this rapist who abused and threatened me was going to make me cum. I could feel it gathering, the feeling was familiar, but stronger this time, the sensations of his dick pounding my pussy, him fingering my clit, and my nipples rasping against his shirt all heightening alarmingly as each second past. "Oh my God!" "That's right sugar, give me that sweet juice all over my big dick." His dirty talk whispered in my ear excited me even more. He started pounding my pussy even harder and I felt myself reach the peak of arousal- any more and I would die. And then I was falling over the ledge, into the abyss of pleasure, my body shaking and my pussy convulsing, squeezing his dick as each spasm passed through my body. It seemed to go on forever, and I basked in the glow of cumming while being fucked by a huge dick. "Yes," I moaned softly. I felt my orgasm winding down and then begin spiraling to peak again as he continued fucking me, his hand still on my sensitive clit. Another orgasm quickly shot through me, like the "pop" of a soda can. My pussy still pulsing around his dick, he moved his hand from my pleasure nub and continued his hard thrusting slurping in and out, in and out, of my soaking wet snatch, his balls slapping my ass with each pump. Leaning his head down, he took one of my nipples into his mouth, making me throw my head back offering my tits to him as my hips continued to rise to meet every thrust. "Beautiful… you look so beautiful when you cum. Tell me you want me to make you cum again honey. Tell me!" he demanded between thrusts. His words, a like a lover's, and not a rapists, caress my ear. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I felt pleasure pooling inside of me again. Impossible! Three orgasms in less than half an hour! Moaning with my ever mounting pleasure, I squeaked "Yes, fuck me, please. Make me cum again! Yes, yes, YES!" As I started convulsing underneath him again, he gave one last hard thrust and buried himself deep within me as he shot his load into me. I could feel his dick spasm within me, while my pussy clutched at his dick with my orgasm, milking him of his cum. "Fuck," he groaned. He laid his head on my breasts as his orgasm subsided, both our breathing shallow. "You're a good fuck darling." Removing my arms from around his neck slowly, my afterglow faded quickly when I was faced with reality. I'd just enjoyed sex that was forced on me with a masked man in a park. Ashamed at myself, I tried to slide from under him. "Can I go now?" I ask softly, shame clearly written across my face at my wanton behavior during my rape. But even as he eased up off of me a little, and I reached over to gather my things and run home, I hear a voice from the shadows: "Did you save some for me, man?" Forced First Suck I have been frequenting adult bookstores for many years for a quick blowjob through glory holes in the video arcade. Most bookstores no longer have glory holes and the booths don't have doors. Usually you just go around a corner to face the video screen and sometimes there's a mirror in the corner so the management can walk past and see if more than one person is in the booth. I really don't like this configuration because having the wall there and not being able to see who was actually sucking my cock allowed me to imagine it was the girl in the movie. I also don't like having people lurking in the hall see that there was another guy in the booth with me. That and having to worry about getting caught in that situation by management or worse yet the cops. Over all the years I'd been doing this I never even considered being on the giving end of a blowjob. I did however find myself paying a lot more attention to the cocks in the movies I watched. I actually found myself mentally critiquing them and thinking which kind I preferred to watch as they were doing some hot chick. I also found that the more cocks that were doing the girl the more it turned me on, so my preference turned to gang bang flicks. I mostly find myself stopping at the bookstore when I'm heading home after being out and having some drinks. This usually lowers my inhibitions to the point that I can let someone in my booth to blow me and I can still concentrate on the blow job instead of worrying about who is watching. This particular bookstore also has a theater area with a straight and gay film continuously showing in two separate rooms. I've gotten blowjobs in there also, but again you're usually the center of attention. When there is live sex going on, the action on the screen is the last thing people are paying attention to. One night after having way too much to drink to be driving I made my usual stop at the bookstore to get my rocks off. Being a Saturday night there were plenty of cars in the parking lot and I figured my chances of getting what I needed was pretty good. I decided to try my luck in the arcade area and found that the booths I usually use at the end of the hall were busy. I had to settle on one in the more high traffic area but in my current condition I really didn't care. I put several dollars in the slot and started flipping through the movie choices until I found what I was looking for. It happened to be one of the Gangland series films with a bunch of black guys giving a good pounding to a hot little blond. I really like these because they usually cum all over her face at the end. I took out my cock and started stroking it so the cock suckers lurking in the hall could use the mirror to see what I had to offer. It didn't take long for someone to come in and start the ritual of stroking my cock before going down on me. Only this guy didn't look like the normal guys that come in to suck some cock. He was dressed like and actually looked like a tough guy with the thick leather belt, leather boots, chain on the wallet and worn jean jacket. I figured what the hell, if he wants to suck my cock who was I to complain. While he was stroking my cock he undid his belt, opened his fly and pulled out his own cock which don't bother me because he should be able to jerk off when he sucks some cock. Only this time it was different although I didn't notice at the time. He stopped stroking my cock and stood up straight with his cock and balls hanging out of the front of his pants flicking it back and forth. I also didn't realize how long I was mesmerized and staring at his cock. It was beautiful, the perfect looking specimen, just like the kind I like to watch in the movies. It wasn't anywhere near hard, still hanging down a little but mostly pushed straight out. Even in this state the head was quite I bit bigger around than the shaft. His balls were shaved but there was still some trimmed pubes above his cock. His nut sack looked so good completely clean like that, I could even see his balls moving around in there. I guess I was staring for quite awhile as he stroked it, because I think he got the wrong idea. What happened next shocked me back to reality real fast. He reached out with his left hand tried to ease my head towards his cock. I thought no, I don't do that and turned back to face the TV and focus my attention back to the movie. That didn't seem to deter him because he just pulled a little harder and I had to really make an effort to stay away from him. Just as I was thinking, "as soon as this movie stops I'm outta here" my whole world changed. He let go of his cock with his right hand and grabbed a hold of my head with both hands very hard. He turned my face back towards him and forcefully started to pull my head towards his cock that was now only inches from my face. I tried hold myself away but my back muscles were no match for the power in his arms. I don't know why, but right before the head of his cock got to my lips, my mouth opened and his cock slid right in. Right when I should have been pissed off and ready to fight, I found myself giving in and my sense of everything around me was gone except for the hands on my head and the cock in my mouth. The first thing I noticed was his musky smell even though it was a clean smell. In the current condition of his cock, it fit completely inside my mouth with his balls resting against my chin. Then I felt his cock starting to grow and get harder and I thought how different but good his cock felt as it was filling my mouth. He held my head still and slowly fucked his cock in and out of my mouth. By now I wasn't really resisting, I even started to like the feeling that my mouth was relegated to being his personal fuck hole. As his cock grew it would no longer fit completely in my mouth and I had to use the back of my tongue to keep it from penetrating my throat and causing me to gag. Even though I was no longer resisting he still held my head in a very firm grip and fucked my mouth with increasing speed. He was probably fucking my mouth for 3 or 4 for minutes when he stopped, put it back in his pants and walked out without saying a word. After he left I just sat there in a whirlwind of shock not believing what had just happened. So many thoughts raced through my head. Why did I let him do that? Why did I seem to like it? Did anyone see? Should I just run out of here? Where did he go? Why did he just leave? Was I doing something wrong? I found out soon enough because he was only gone about 2 minutes when he walked back in, pulled out his now soft cock, grabbed my head and shoved his cock back in my mouth. When he started fucking my mouth again is when I noticed another set of boots next to his. When I looked up I saw another tough looking guy leaning past the first one as he fucked my mouth. I thought "oh shit, not only are my lips wrapped around some strangers cock, but someone else is watching." That's when I realized he had left to go get his friend who was probably in the theater. I did however get to feel his cock grow to it's full length in my mouth again. I soon stopped caring what anybody thought of me because right now I was happy just being a cock sucking slut. I even reached up with one of my hands and started to lightly tickle his balls. I guess he really liked that because he let out a long low moan. He still kept a good hold on my head and worked into a steady rhythm of fucking my face without ever letting the tip of his cock past my lips. I know I must have been lost in lust because when I felt his balls tighten up and his fucking rhythm get jerky I realized he was about to cum in my mouth and I had never even thought of that. Again I tried to pull away but he had too good of a hold on me as he thrust forward one more time, grunted and started to cum. He held my head still and after the first two spurts splashed against my throat I just felt my whole mouth fill with his hot salty tasting cum. After it seemed like he was finally finished cumming I tried to pull away so I could spit it out on the floor. He still wouldn't release his grip on me even when I put my hands on his thighs and tried to push away. He just held a firm grip and shoved his cock in further which caused some of his cum to leak out the corners of my mouth. It was obvious what he wanted, so I swallowed a few times until the rest of his cum was gone and hoped he would leave. He finally let go of me and backed up, but instead of them leaving the other guy stepped up in front of me while stroking his cock. They told me to more money in the slot since the movie had ended sometime while the first guy was face fucking me. I did as I was told and started watching the movie while the guy jacked off next to me. I looked away as long as I could but soon found my gaze was focused on his hand sliding back and forth on his cock. I could see the pre-cum leaking from the tip and I guess I involuntarily licked my lips. He reached out with his other hand and when he put it on the back of my head I leaned forward and took him in my mouth. He didn't have to make me suck his cock, I was doing it willingly and trying to make it feel as good as I could. I bobbed up and down on his rod for a while until he took over and started to fuck my mouth like the other guy had. He didn't last nearly as long and soon pulled out of my mouth furiously stroking his cock. When his body started to jerk he told me to open up. Again I did as I was told and also stuck out my tongue just as the cum started to fly. I'm a bit of a shooter and so was he because even when he was several inches from me it hit me in the face and mouth with quite a bit of force. I closed my eyes but still I counted six spurts on my face before he put his cock back in my mouth for me to finish him off. Wow, I really liked seeing that in movies and here I was in a sex shop booth with cum all over my face. They both patted me on the shoulder as they walked out. I didn't have any paper towels with me so I used my shirt sleeve to wipe the cum off my face. The movie was still on so I jerked off and came so hard it flew right up on the screen. When I left I was so paranoid, it seemed like everyone I walked past looked at me like they knew exactly what I had done. Who knows, some of them probably did. Forced First Suck 5 A while after my first few times on the giving end a blowjob instead only receiving, I found another bookstore. I could hardly believe it, it was only 3 blocks from the one of my forced first suck. The original one is on the main drag, but this one is off the beaten path so it's easy to drive nearby and not even know it's there. Some things about this one I don't like though. Like the booths, they are behind the counter and the clerk constantly walks right past . With no doors he can look right in so I've never even tried them. I do however like one of the theaters, it has two sides with a divider in the middle. The cool part is that the screens are mounted on an 8 foot wide wall that's about 3 feet from the end of each room. This makes a perfect dark cove to go stand behind with your dick out and wait for someone to suck it if they like what they see. Before anyone can open the theater door the clerk has to unlock the door from the counter and it makes a buzzing sound so you can stop any activity until the new person seems cool. This became my new favorite place to go for a quick blowjob as it seemed there was always someone ready to suck a hard cock when they didn't have to worry about getting caught. I had been there about 10 times and gotten a blowjob every time when I ended up there again one afternoon. After 20 minutes of watching the movie and taking note of who was entering and exiting the unseen cove, I made my way behind the wall. I leaned against the wall with the screen on the other side and within a minute or so my eyes adjusted to the darkness. There were 4 or 5 people back there already with no real action going on, just each guy standing there with his dick in his hand. I was only back there a couple minutes when one of the guys, a Hispanic dressed in cowboy attire all the way from the boots and wranglers to the button down long sleeve shirt, approached me. He was tall for a Mexican, about 3 inches taller than me and good looking. He walked right up in front of me he reached out and took my dick in his hand and started stroking it. I moved my hand away so he had full access and waited for the time he would squat down and give me the blowjob I so desperately wanted. Instead he reached down, took my hand and placed it on his cock. I thought what the hell, I can stand here and stroke him too. So that's what we did for the next several minutes, facing each other, stroking each others dick. It felt real nice having someone stroking me while I had another hard cock in my hand. I even used my other hand to massage his nice low hanging big balls. The next thing I know though, he has both hands on my shoulders and he's pushing me down. It seemed so natural I didn't even resist. My knees buckled, I slid down with my back against the wall and before I knew it I'm squatting down in front of a man with his hard cock in my face again. I already knew from touching him that he was clean shaven down there and with it just inches from my face I could see how good it looked. When he breathed his hardness would rise and fall and I could see his balls moving around inside the sack. While I was staring at it I could also see a long stream of precome starting to hang from the tip. What seemed like minutes of looking at his cock was actually probably only seconds. Then he stepped forward placing his feet and legs outside mine, virtually trapping me in my current position. When he moved, his cock came right toward my mouth. He must have been directing it with his body angle because without touching it, it went straight into my open mouth. As he entered my mouth I could taste the saltiness of his precome and what was hanging from the tip was now on my face and hanging from my chin. He smelled very clean like he had just showered before stopping at the bookstore. I reached up with one hand and started rubbing his balls again as I moved my mouth up and down the length of his shaft making sure to use my tongue on that sensitive spot right under the crown of his cock. DAMN! Just then I remembered the other 4 or 5 guys behind the screen with us. Here I am, basically trapped on my knees in front of this guy with his cock in my mouth and I know they've got to be watching. Shit, I've even been rubbing his balls like I want him to come in my mouth. There's no explaining this away like it was an accident. I usually don't mind people watching when it's my dick in someone else's mouth, but I really find it quite embarrassing when I'm the one with a hard cock in MY mouth. With the predicament I was in I couldn't really do anything to escape without everyone knowing what I've already done. I guess I had stopped moving on his cock as I was contemplating my situation because he started to move back and forth. Oh well, at least with him doing the work it'll look more like he's taking advantage of me rather than me going to town on his cock, but then again, here I am still rubbing his balls. After realizing there was nothing I could do to minimize the fact that I'm here sucking a stranger's cock in public in front of other people, in my mind I let go of all my surroundings. Now my world consisted only of this beautiful cock face fucking me and these big balls in my hand as I waited for him to come in my mouth, no WANTED him to come in my mouth. That's it isn't it, I WANTED him to unload in my mouth! I'm not waiting for it, I'm WANTING it! IT. A mouthful of come. Hot fresh come, straight out of the cock that happens to be in my mouth, from the balls that happen to be in my hand. How did this happen? Something only a year ago that seemed so impossible, so repulsive. A MOUTHFUL OF SOMEONE'S COME. And now I'm wondering what I can do to make it happen even quicker. I want to know what I can do to make him feel so good that he rewards me with a huge load of come. That's it again, REWARD! It's my REWARD for doing such a good job of sucking his cock. I'm a COCKSUCKER. I find myself hoping he has a week's worth or more saved up. Snapping back to the present I find my new friend seems content to slowly fuck my mouth, he must have wanted this to last. I looked up at him with his cock still in my mouth and he was leaning against the wall above me on his elbows and staring down at his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I kept looking up at him for a couple minutes as he slowly used my mouth but then he stopped and pulled out. I was in shock. NO. I thought, don't stop now. My fears were quickly put to rest when he reached down with his right hand, circled his fingers around his nut sack right under his shaft and lifted his balls into my mouth. Not quite the definition of a Tea Bag but close enough. He had to turn them at an angle and put them in one at a time while holding my head with his other hand, but when they were both in, my mouth was completely full. My cheeks were so puffed out I bet I looked like a chipmunk getting ready for winter. It was all I could do to swirl my tongue around on his balls but he moaned so much I could tell he really liked it. About that time I was startled back into the reality of my surroundings. Here I am with a someone's balls completely filling my mouth and his cock is laying on my face all the way to my forehead but I was OK with it. Mostly because the shuffling around that brought me out of my cock trance was a guy on my right that bumped into us as he leaned against the wall to let his new friend suck his cock. Without turning my head (mouth full of balls) I was able to look over and watch some live blowjob action. In short order there was another guy squatting against the wall on my left as someone fed him a hard cock. Wow, three blowjobs going on at the same time and there were a LOT more people standing around watching. I didn't even know when they all got there. The buzzer must have went off several times without me knowing. My jaw was getting a little sore trying to keep my mouth open far enough to accommodate the Mexican's balls so I was glad when he pulled them out. I realized though that I hadn't been able to swallow with his balls in my mouth so when they popped out a bunch of saliva along with the precome from earlier was now adorning the front of my shirt. No time to contemplate that though because he quickly had his cock back in my mouth. He picked up right where he left off with the slow face fucking. Then I hear a loud grunt to my left as the guy standing next to my partner unloads into the guys mouth squatting next to me. He leans over and loudly spits out the come and says, you came in my mouth, I can't believe you came in my mouth! I'm thinking to myself, what did you expect, you were SUCKING his dick. The Mexican started to pick up the pace about that time. Maybe it was a turn-on seeing the guy next to him come in the others guys mouth. I sensed he was getting close and I knew my perceptions were correct when I felt his balls almost pull away from my hand as they tightened up against his body. He let out a real loud grunt and said something in Spanish as I felt the first spurt of come shoot across my tongue. I used my hands to steady him and keep him from going to far into my mouth while he was coming. I wanted to enjoy this, not like the guy next to me, I WANTED this. As I was savoring the taste and feeling of my mouth filling with his come, I knew I was going to swallow this load. But I just couldn't resist letting a small amount of come leak out of the corner of my mouth down onto my shirt just so everyone watching knew exactly what happened and that I ENJOYED it! The Mexican pulled his cock from my mouth, stowed it and zipped up in one quick motion. He patted me on the shoulder and walked away before I had a chance to stand up or even swallow his come that still filled my mouth. I swallowed and stood up and then really took note of all the guys looking at me. When I caught my breath I realized I still had a raging hard on. I was so engrossed with the Mexican's cock that I never even paid any attention to mine. Not to worry though, within seconds one of the guys that had been watching the show I put on was on his knees in front of me engulfing my cock. I just grabbed his head and fucked his mouth hard for less than a minute before unloading my balls in his mouth. Wow, what a great day at the theater. And the revelations that when I've got a cock in my mouth I'm no longer just waiting for him to come, I'm WANTING him to come. WANTING him to COME in my MOUTH!! Yes REWARD ME!! Forced First Suck: The Aftermath I've been frequenting adult book stores for over 25 years, and they and I have made some transformations over the years. Glory holes in an arcade are a little harder to find these days. In days gone by just about every bookstore arcade had glory holes until the law and bible thumpers felt they had to impose their beliefs on the rest of us. I did however find one in my area that still has a few. I too have made some changes. 20+ years ago I was a young man in very good shape with what could be analyzed as a sex addiction. The only reason I went to the bookstores was to have some unknown person suck my cock through a hole in the wall as I watched the movie of my choice. I would imagine that the girl on the screen getting a huge load blasted on her face was the one blowing me as I actually came in some guy's mouth. Being as young and in shape as I was there was never a problem getting my rocks off in someone's mouth. Usually there was a game of jockeying for position among the cock suckers to see who could get the booth next to the one I picked. It was actually kind of fun. If the cock sucker I wanted to suck me off wasn't in position to get the booth next to me, I would leave after the first token ran out. Then the game started all over again as I walked around until I chose another booth I never considered myself gay, or even Bi for that matter. I was always after some pussy, it's just that I needed to get off more than I was able to pick up some chick to get some. Plus it was a lot easier, cheaper and quicker to head to the bookstore for a blowjob and not have to do the dinner and drinks thing. Lately I actually did get to the point of going down on a couple guys when the timing (usually me being quite intoxicated) and person were just right. I guess by this point I finally consider myself Bi and I even started to like to watch the cocks in movies instead of only watching the girl. I still never really thought of myself as a cock sucker because it was usually an isolated thing. As I go the bookstores now though, there isn't as much action wanting to suck my cock and I find myself checking out who might have the kind of cock I'd like to suck. One night I was at the bookstore that I discovered that still has a few glory holes and the clientele that night was actually pretty nice. Not the usual derelicts and homeless bums in need of a shower. I had to wait to get my chance at one of the booths with a glory hole and when I did I looked through the hole and saw a 20 something guy stroking what looked to be a nice cock. No, it wasn't that all to familiar 10 incher you read about here (I don't think there really are that many of them) but just over average size and he was clean. I decided to put my finger to the hole to show him I was interested in what he had to offer. He didn't move for a few moments and just about the time I was thinking he wasn't interested he stood up and turned towards the hole. As he stepped forward and slid his cock through the hole I reached out to start stroking it. That's when I realized how big around it was. It was probably only 7 inches long but damn it was so big around. As quick as I could I got in position to take it in my mouth because I didn't want him to leave thinking I was only going to give him a hand job. I didn't even try moving the chair into a good position, I just dropped to my knees on the dirty cum covered floor without even thinking about it. I opened up and took as much of him in my mouth as I could, which wasn't that much since it was so big around. I started doing the things that I like when I get a blowjob and after a few minutes I was able to get most of it in my mouth. While I was sucking his cock someone kept trying to open the door to my booth. Even though the light was on indicating it was occupied and they are too small for two people it happened every 30 seconds or so. I really didn't care because I was mesmerized with trying to give him the best blowjob I could. It hasn't taken long for me to realize that what I really like when giving head is for the guy to take control and just fuck my mouth. After bobbing up and down on his cock for a while I took as much of him in my mouth as I could and held it there with my face up against the wall. It didn't take him long to get the picture and he started humping back and forth until he got into a good rhythm of fucking my mouth. A couple times he pushed as far as he could through the wall and held still. When he did I was able to reach up and lightly touch his balls ( I really like that when I get a blowjob) because they would be hanging through the hole. There were still more attempts at the door and just when I was wondering why someone would keep pulling on a locked door, it OPENED UP. I guess all the jiggling on the lock allowed it to slide to the point that it wasn't locked anymore. Here I was on my knees with a cock in my mouth and the door opens up and a couple guys are standing in the hall looking at me. I was so shocked that I stopped sucking his cock for a second as I turned to look at what had happened. The doors usually have a spring on them so that they close automatically. When the door started to swing shut I didn't bother getting up to lock it again and went right back to sucking his cock because I didn't want him to leave. This cock was so nice I really wanted to finish him off. I was really getting into it and at one point I even took both of his shaved balls in my mouth to give them a tongue bath for a minute. After I took the shaft back in my mouth I knew he was getting close because I felt that obvious swelling of his cock and the jerky body motion. I was really looking forward to my reward and hoped he would have a big load saved up. I wasn't disappointed when I felt the first blasts of cum hit the back of my mouth as he started grunting on the other side of the wall. This time I was determined to swallow it all so I pulled back till just the head was in my mouth so I had plenty of room to catch his whole load. When he finally stopped cumming I did swallow it all and continued to lightly massage his balls and slowly suck his cock. Just as I was thinking he was going to stay hard and I could suck him till he came again, his hard-on started to fade and he pulled back through the hole. When I started to get up off my knees I turned and to my complete horror I saw that the door had never closed all the way. Now there were 5 or 6 guys standing in the hall who had watched me suck a cock and enjoy a receiving a mouth full of cum. I think I turned several shades of red from embarrassment in just a few seconds. I wished I could just disappear as I tried to make my way through the crowd. Just about every one of the guys in the hall made a comment about how nice it was watching me suck that cock or asking me if his cum tasted good. To make matters worse, the guy I had just blown walked out of his booth about the same time and they were making comments to him also. I could tell he wasn't very happy and thought I had let those guys watch on purpose. Right then one thing became obvious to me and probably everybody else in the arcade. That I was indeed: a cocksucker. Forced First Suck, The Follow-Up After my last experience in the bookstore I didn't go back for almost three months. I guess I was afraid I liked it too much. I work a night shift and one day after my last work night of the week I stopped at a co-workers house for some beers. On the way home and a little buzzed about 10AM, I had to pass right by the bookstore. I decided to stop in and get off while watching a good gang bang flick. I figured there wouldn't be much traffic at that time of the day and I could jack off in relative privacy. There were only two other cars in the lot when I got there so I felt pretty comfortable as I found my way to the last booth in the hallway. I like this one the most because these booths don't have doors and being the last one, there is less traffic walking past. I put in a few dollars and scrolled through the movies until I found one to my liking. This particular movie had a hot looking chick on her knees and several guys were taking turns stepping up to her and shoving theirs big cocks in her mouth. I no sooner had pulled out my cock and started getting down to business when a nice dressed middle aged guy walks into my booth. He just stood there a minute watching the movie and started commenting about how the chick looked like she really enjoyed sucking those cocks. After a couple minutes he unzipped and took out his cock. He was only half hard but his cock was real nice, it had a perfect shape. Looking through glory holes in the past I've seen some cocks that look like they're almost disfigured or so small it's hard to believe the guy could make any woman feel good. Now here I was sitting there staring at his as he slowly stroked it and commented about the movie. Usually there's not much talking at all when you're in the arcade area, just guys that are there to get their dick sucked and guys who are there to suck some dick. Everybody knows who is who so there's not much need for small talk. It made me a little nervous that he kept talking so much, I was afraid anybody walking into the arcade area could hear anything he said. Then he started telling me how nice my cock looked. That makes you feel pretty good that your tool is something that impresses someone else. I was still staring at his cock when he started asking me if I liked what I saw. I didn't say anything, I just turned my attention back to the movie, but I soon found my gaze returning back to that cock just a foot or so away. He took his hand off of it and told me to go ahead and touch it. Again I turned back to the movie, but only for a short time and as he was still trying to get me to touch his cock, he also said he thought I would really like to suck it. I should tell you that this guy has done this a few times before with me over the past couple years, but I usually just ignore him and he leaves after a few minutes. I was always there waiting for someone to come in and suck my dick so I wasn't interested in him. Most of the guys that will walk into an occupied booth are looking for a cock to suck but this guy is different. It seems like he looks for straight guys or curious guys and tries to lure them into sucking his dick. It must work for him because he's been using the same process for quite some time. Like I said he usually leaves me alone after a few minutes but I guess he could sense something was different this time. Probably because I couldn't hardly stop looking at that cock. The time was running out on the money I had put in earlier, but before it stopped and I could put more in or leave when it shutoff, he put in a five dollar bill. Now for five dollars, the movie will last quite a long time so I knew he wasn't planning on leaving any time soon. I guess I could have gotten up and moved to another booth, but I just couldn't stop looking his cock. As I was stroking my cock with my right hand he reached down and I thought he was going to take over but he actually took my left hand by the wrist and raised it up to his cock. I started to pull away but he continued talking and telling me to go ahead and touch it. He brought my hand right up to the shaft of his cock and started using my hand to jack himself off. Even though the other two guys last time had basically face fucked me and came in my mouth, I had never actually touched another cock besides my own. It was just like I've read about in stories, it felt so soft but also so hard at the same time and it was very warm. He turned a little so he was facing straight at me so it was easier for me to stroke his cock. That's when I realized he wasn't holding my wrist anymore, I was stroking his cock on my own accord. Now I found I was mainly watching myself jack off his cock and only taking short glances at the movie. Usually it was when he would say something about how the girl was enjoying what she was doing and asking me if I liked what I was doing. I still couldn't bring myself to answer him even though I found I really did like it. Then he reached down and took my other hand by the wrist and brought it up to his balls. I had to turn in my seat to face directly at him so I could stroke his cock with my left hand and rub his balls with my right. With his cock now only inches away I started to think that if he cums with me jacking him off like this I'll end up with cum all over me. I really was getting into this though and I figured that while I was rubbing his balls I could tell when they started to tighten up and I could point his cock away so his cum wouldn't land on me. He had other ideas though and now was trying to convince me that I wanted to suck his cock as much as the girl in the movie wanted to suck the cocks she had in front of her. I didn't really want to suck his cock though because believe it or not, even though I was jacking him off and after the last incident I still didn't want to think I might actually like having a cock in my mouth or swallowing a big load of cum. Besides, being a cock sucker was not something I ever thought I would be. He kept inching forward though, supposedly so it was easier for me to jack him off. His cock was now right in front of my face, precum oozing from the slit. I guess I licked my lips a little because when he reached out and gently put pressure on the back of my head, I opened my mouth and let a cock past my lips for just the third time in my life. As he was telling me how good it felt to have his cock in my mouth, I was really wishing he would be quiet. I didn't want anyone nearby to know I was sitting there with a strangers dick in my mouth. He started to tell me what he wanted me to do to make it a better blowjob. He was pulling my head back and forth on his cock real slow but every time he tried to make me take it deep I would start to gag. He kept telling me it was OK I just needed more practice. He had me move my tongue around the bottom of the shaft and I could tell he really liked it when I did that right under the head. After the next time I gagged, he pulled all the way out and put his balls right up on my chin and told me this is what it will be like when I get used to deep throating a cock. He actually pumped his hips a few times so his balls were slapping against my face. Wow that was erotic, it made me wish I could take his cock all the way to the base. Try as I did, I still just couldn't do it. My gag reflex is something I don't know if I can ever get over. About that time I heard someone coming down the hall and I sat back and started to watch the movie again. I could tell the person stopped in front of our booth and was looking in the mirror to see what was going on with two people in there. My booth partner looked out and said it's OK and started to ease my head back towards his cock. When he got his cock back in my mouth he started doing something I've found I really like, he held my head still and pumped his hips like he was fucking. Then he told me I might be able to take more of his cock if I got on my knees so the angle was better. Since it was early and the place had just been cleaned I did. I still couldn't take him all the way till his balls were on my chin though and I think the other guy was still in the hall looking in the mirror as I was on my knees with my partner fucking my mouth. Shortly after that the movie got to the point where the guys start taking turns cumming in the girl's mouth and on her face. Again he told me to look and see how much she liked having the guys cum in her mouth. I guess I had been watching too long because he pulled my head back down until his cock was buried in my mouth again. Then he asked me if I wanted a mouth full of cum like the chick in the movie. I thought to myself "yes" but I didn't say anything as I was still a little embarrassed because I know the guy in the hall could hear what he was saying. A minute later he asked me again if I wanted some cum and I kind of nodded my head as much as I could with a mouth full of cock. "What" was what he said and then I heard "yes, cum in my mouth". I thought, holy shit did I just say that out loud? I just told some guy to cum in my mouth right in a public place. I didn't have long to worry about it though because right then he did start to cum. He held my head still and I could feel his dick start to pulse, but that didn't stop him from talking. "I'm cumming" he said, " I'm cumming right in that hot little mouth of yours". Wow it was so thick and hot, a lot thicker than the first guy that came in my mouth. After he stopped shooting, with the head of his cock still in my mouth he told me to show it to him like the chick in the movie. I opened up and leaned back to show him his cum before I leaned over to spit it out. I'm not sure why I did that, I swallowed the last load that a guy shot in my mouth but as soon as I did I realized it was a mistake. His cum was so thick it just hung from my lips like a long spaghetti noodle. I tried to spit it off as I leaned over but it still just hung there until I used my fingers to wipe it away. He patted me on the back after he zipped up and said I'll see YOU again sometime. I'm not usually timid or the submissive type but I think everyone has a little bit of a submissive side. I know the BDSM people disagree, but I think there's nothing more submissive than to be on your knees in front of a man as he holds your head and fucks your mouth until he dumps a big load of cum in your mouth.