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Force

By: Jkay12



I have know for years that you wanted me. The way you look at me sometimes. Almost as if you have already had me. But you being married to one of my closest friends makes you off limits, therefore my mind is closed to being with you. Plus, you have this edge about you that is scary and forceful. Yet I do at times find myself watching you, wondering what being with you would be like. But the thoughts never last long. Why wonder about what you can't have, right? 

Then one night, after one too many drinks at your house you offer to drive me home. I am too tired and too tipsy to disagree and you drive me home. You walk to my front door and we are chatting about nothing and i sense an urgency in you and i quickly say that I have to go. You seem to realize the potential of this situation, us being so alone, and you don't let me leave. You start to talk about us fucking, and I can feel myself get nervous and i start to stutter that there is no way. I tell you that you are off limits, girls just don't fuck their friends husbands.

You continue to talk about it, and I continue to tell you no. After a few uncomfortable minutes, I tell you I am leaving and I begin to walk inside. All of the sudden you grab my hand and pull me towards you. I am surprised by how strong you are and I am forced to move to you. You pull me close to you and tell me that you are going to fuck the shit out of you. I feel scared and I start to fight you. You hold on to my arm and then turn me facing the brick wall of my house. I am struggling against you, but you have me pinned against the wall with your body and you are holding my arm painfully behind my back. I am scared and I know I should be totally pissed at you, but strangely I am turned on. The pain you are causing me and your forcefulness are just what I love and you seem to sense this and pull my arm even harder. Hearing my whimper of pain urges you on.

I tell you to let go, and you hold on tighter. As you hold me against the wall with your body, your free hand decides to go exploring. I can feel you reaching up my t-shirt and my nipples are very hard as you rub them under my bra. You rip my bra off and tell me that my breasts feel so good in your hand. You squeeze and pinch my nipples, knowing I will love it. I am begging you to stop and you tell me that you know I really want you to continue. Then your hand unbuttons my jeans and you pull them half way down. I use the distraction to try and break free, and that just irritates you. You hold my face with your free hand and tell me to stop fighting or I will make it worse. The tone of your voice is making me afraid and I decide to listen to you. I also realize then that I can feel your hard on against my back. I am appalled at my pride for making you hard. 

Then the ultimate embarrassment starts. You have turned your attention back to my jeans. You have moved them to the ground and you are reaching for my cunt. I am dying because I know as you start to finger me that I am extremely wet. As you move your finger in and out of me you comment on how wet I am and that you are pleased. I start to beg you to stop and to let me go. I tell you that I am not allowing you to do this, and you respond by finding my clit. I gasp as you begin to masturbate me. I am fighting the pleasure, but I can tell my breathe is getting shallow. I beg you to stop and you tell me to give in. I am so close to orgasm and I know I have to give in. Damn you, I think, this feels to good. As I begin to climax I can hear you whisper, yes... 

After I orgasm you continue to move your fingers in and out of me and i am almost dizzy from the feel of you in me. You ask me if that felt good and i manage out a positive reply. As I relax from my orgasm my head is clear enough to realize that you have loosened your grip and I start to pull away. I am almost free when you grab me hard and throw me back to the wall. The pain from my skin slamming into the brick is intense and i feel myself getting aroused again. I panic at the thought of giving into this and I start to yell for you to stop and I am still struggling against you, even though my cunt aches to feel you in me. You have managed to hold me in place and get your pants down all at the same time. I am surprised at how strong you are. 

I am yelling and screaming at you to stop, and you say nothing as you force your cock into me. Of course I am totally ready even against my wishes, and you glide right in. I am so ashamed at how great your cock feels inside me and I start to cry. I am yelling between sobs and fighting as you continue to move in and out of me. But as you push in and out of me I am starting to feel another orgasm build. You feel incredible inside, and I am so pissed. I find that my crying and yelling have turned into me moving with you and screaming to my impending climax. Fucking me and making me cum even when I am fighting you is quite exciting for you and I can tell you are close to orgasm too. Your cock feels so hard in me and your are beginning to moan. The build up to orgasm is very intense. We continue until we both cum hard and when we finish I realize that I am free. I move away from you, get dressed and kiss you on the lips lightly. 

As I begin to walk inside the house you say to me, "remember, I can have you whenever I want." And I say to you, "you have to catch me first....."

Force Fed



(DISCLAIMER: This story is set in a high school. However, everyone involved in this story is at least 18 years of age. Some of the ages are not explicitly given in the text. Let it be explicitly given right now that all characters are at least 18.) 

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Senior year of high school is tough for a nerd. You get your fair share of teasing, you're not good at sports, and no one wants to have sex with you. By the time I reached senior year, the extent of my sexual experience was the one time I got a hand job from the only girl trombone player, and she had moved away a year ago. 

I was a senior and the closest I had come to having actual sex with a girl was jacking off to Facebook pictures. I'd be ashamed of that, but, I mean, can you blame me? Some of the pictures that girls put up on the internet are practically porn. 

In fact, I think I preferred it to regular porn. None of my sexual fantasies were ever about porn stars. They were about the girls that I knew. Fantasizing about a girl I had known for years always got me more turned on than some fake-tit-pornstar that I didn't even know. 

There were a few girls that regularly turned up in my fantasies. There was Ashley, a girl in my physics class. She was a ridiculously smart girl; class A nerd like me. She had always been shy and never went to parties or anything. But, during our sophomore year, she started to... fill out. By senior year, her tits were like two full melons bulging against her shirts. 

She had never really been a popular girl growing up, but damn did she ever grow up. The appeal of Ashley was that sex with her would be like exploring untreaded territory. She had never even had a boyfriend. I often got caught-up staring at her chest during physics labs, imagining burying my face in her cleavage and titty-fucking her until I came on her glasses.

Another girl I fantasized about was Mallory. This one is harder to explain because I don't even find Mallory all that hot. Mallory belongs to a group of friends that I hang out with regularly. We've all been friends since the fifth grade. I never found Mallory attractive until junior year of school. The reason is beyond me. 

Have you ever had a friend that you don't find attractive, but then, maybe just because you've known them for so long, you suddenly want to fuck the shit out of them? That's as best as I can describe it. Mallory and I would usually sit next to each other during study hall. I never got any work done because I was always thinking what it would be like to bend her over the desk and fuck her up the ass right there in the library.

As you can imagine, I spent a lot of my time at school concealing the fact that I had a raging erection. However, at no other time during the school day was this harder to do than during math class. Math was my last class of the day, and I both looked forward to and dreaded it. I dreaded the class because I hate math. I was in the advanced classes for every other subject, but I was in a lower math class. 

However, this created a unique opportunity for me. My class consisted of the typical jocks, pretty girls and all around more popular people than I usually had class with. And, one girl stood out in my mind more than all the rest - Kayleigh Spencer. Kayleigh was a blonde bombshell that sat directly to my right. 

Kayleigh was popular, athletic, and gorgeous. She wasn't like all the anorexic, sickly-looking girls that most people thought were hot. Kayleigh had curves. Not chubby, mind you. She had curves in the exact right places. She would often wear shorts, and I would lose myself following her long legs up past her thick thighs until I was staring at her ass. Holy shit, her ass. It was a beautiful, full, round ass. Any guy who tells you he's looking for a girl with a small, flat ass is either lying to your face or has never met Kayleigh Spencer. 

I wanted desperately to smack it every time she got up out of her desk. I spent hours and hours fantasizing about Kayleigh. During class, I would make excuses to stand up, just so I could try and get a look down her shirt at her shapely breasts. Or, I would "accidentally" drop a pencil so I could bend down and get a view up her skirt on the days she would wear them. 

One day when she was wearing a skirt, I glanced over, not actually intending to look at her this time, and happened to see that her skirt had fallen down a little ways in the back. The top of a bright orange thong was exposed, and I actually got a good view of the top of her ass crack. I couldn't believe she was wearing a thong under her skirt. Wasn't she scared someone would see? I sneakily used my cell phone to take a picture. 

That night, I must have jacked off three times to it. It seems sort of stalker-ish talking about this now, but it's not like I was dangerous. I was just a horny guy that needed to jack off. I knew I would never be able to actually sleep with Kayleigh. She didn't even know my name. So, I did the next best thing. Our "relationship" consisted of her looking hot and me imagining her sucking my cock.

One day, I decided to look her up on Facebook. Kayleigh's profile wasn't private, so I decided to take a look at her pictures, and damn were they sexy. Some of the best ones were from Halloween. There were all sorts of pictures of her and several of the other popular girls from my high school dressed up in tight outfits that exposed more than enough skin to get me hard. Many of these pictures made their way into my spank bank.

Being a popular girl, there were always rumors floating around about Kayleigh. Most popular girls have rumors about them. Usually, it's a rumor some guy started, saying she gave him a blowjob or slept with him. Kayleigh had these same rumors about her, but some of the rumors people heard about Kayleigh were more hardcore than the average popular girl got. 

A football player named Eric said that she was into bondage. An outspoken lesbian had claimed that Kayleigh loved to eat pussy. There was even a rumor that Mr. Boyd, the guidance counselor, had fingered her in his office. Most people were dismissive of these rumors. I didn't believe most of what I heard about anyone at my school. One rumor stuck out in my mind though. 

Kayleigh was dating a guy named Patrick Larson. After they broke up, Pat went around telling everyone that he had buttfucked Kayleigh. Not only that, Pat said that she had begged him to do it. When I heard about this, my brain shorted out. I thought the rumor was probably just Pat getting revenge for being dumped. 

But, the image of Kayleigh begging for a cock in her asshole was suddenly imprinted in my mind. It was all I thought about. I mean, that's the sort of thing you see in a porno. That's not real life. Hell, Kayleigh was 18 years old. What teenager is so sexually experienced that they actually request anal sex? Nevertheless, the thought of her taking it up the butt got me off countless times.

If I had a love of Kayleigh's ass before, it had become an obsession. All of my fantasies were tuned into that big ass that sat next to me during math class. I found myself staring more often. Every day, I checked to see if her ass crack was showing. On a few occasions, I was pretty sure I got caught staring. She never said anything though, so she must not have taken much notice.

One day, in the fall, I stayed late at school to work on a research paper. Around five o'clock, I decided I should probably go home. As I was passing the gym, I noticed a large commotion coming from inside. My history teacher was at a desk by the entrance, taking tickets. 

"What's going on in there?" I asked him.

"It's the volleyball game, Dan. What else would it be?" he said. I stood by the open door and looked in. The game must have been exciting because the people in the stands were cheering very loudly. I had never been to a volleyball game, so I had no clue what was going on. 

I looked all around the gym, taking everything in. The scoreboard read 20-21. Then I looked down to the gym floor. What I saw changed my life. The girls were all wearing the tightest and shortest pants I had ever seen. 'What is this?' I thought. 'Is this heaven?' I instinctively looked at something else, as if I had just been caught watching porn or something. 'How can this be legal? You can see everything!'

"Dan. You going in or not?" said Mr. Robinson.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, why not?" I entered the gym and took a seat on the bleachers, near the back. I had never given volleyball a second thought, but here were some of the most popular girls in school, girls that I would never have a chance with, literally sticking their asses out for everyone to see. 

I didn't know many of the girls, but I recognized a few, mostly the seniors like me. There was Laci, and Claire, and Emily, and...I choked on the air I was breathing when I saw Kayleigh. Kayleigh Spencer was standing in front of me wearing a pair of tight, black shorts that were riding up into her crack and left the very bottom of her ass cheeks exposed. 

The ass that I had been obsessing over was now in front of me, barely concealed by a little spandex. I took a second to consider this. In any other setting, these girls would be considered slutty and indecent. But, because it was an athletic event, it was normal. In fact, most of the people cheering in the stands were friends and family. Was I the only one that saw the sexual display happening before me? I watched as the girls shuffled around the gym floor, their shorts riding farther and farther up. Between points, they would sometimes have to pull them back down. This was the best discovery I had ever made. If there was any doubt in my mind that I was an ass man, it was crushed by me watching this volleyball game. 

Those shorts made everyone's ass look good. All shapes and sizes gently bouncing around before me. I switched my gaze between the girls one at a time. I looked at Emily's ass for a while. Her's was fairly average in size but still had a nice roundness to it. Claire had a tighter ass that barely stuck out. Not a great butt, but the magical volleyball shorts made it look good. Laci's ass surprised me. She had a longer butt than the other girls. Her high waist and long crack reminded me of pictures I had seen of models from the 80's. 

I didn't know any of the other girls by name, but I checked them out too. Most were fairly unspectacular -- that's Missouri for you. A lot of them were average, except for one girl who I later learned was named Michelle. She had a very interesting body. 

The only reason her body wasn't fat was because all her fat seemed to be shoved into her ass. Everything else about her was normal. She had a pretty face and a very toned body, but her ass was enormous. If Kayleigh's was big, I would consider this one fat. It was a seriously fat butt. Michelle was also clearly the strongest girl on the team. She seemed powerful despite her fat ass.

Saving the best for last, I focused on Kayleigh's ass. Thank God I was in the back of the gym where no one could see me, because I instantly got an erection looking at that big, round ass. After every point they scored, the team would group together and high five or do a short cheer. I watched Kayleigh every time, watching her butt bounce up and down as she jumped around. 

I was lost in my own erotic world. All other sights and sounds were dulled to me. Before I knew it, the game was over and I had to go home. I got home as fast as I could, went straight to my room and threw my pants down around my ankles. I masturbated furiously, remembering the sight of Kayleigh's soft cheeks in those tight pants. Just like that, I had become a volleyball fan.

The next day at school, I was dead to the world. I didn't talk to anyone, or participate in any of my classes. All I could think about was what I had seen the night before at the volleyball game. I decided to stay after school again. I told my friends I was going to work on my research paper again. 

The real reason I stayed was so I could catch a glimpse of the girls in their volleyball shorts. Their practice was closed, so no one was allowed to watch them in the gym, but the locker rooms were separated from the gym by a hallway. I sat down against the wall in the hallway around the time the practice was supposed to be over and pretended to read a book.

Sure enough, when their practice was over, the girls all walked right past me, thinking nothing of me. I got a great view of Kayleigh's ass. It wasn't a long look, but it was worth it. After they had all gone into the locker room, I grabbed my things and hurried home to masturbate. This became a ritual of mine over the next week. Every day, I would sit in that hallway and wait for the girls to walk past me. 

Eventually, I got daring enough to snap a few pictures with my cell phone, pretending I was just texting. I knew that what I was doing was perverted, but I didn't care. Any chance I had of looking at these popular girls' asses I was going to take. By the end of the week, my phone was full of pictures of all the girls' round butts, and I was in heaven. But, everything was about to change quite drastically.

Friday at school was business as usual. I had my spot in the hallway, and practice was about to end. As the girls walked past me on their way to the locker room, I pretended to text someone and snapped a great shot of Laci's long butt. Her ass had become one of my favorites to masturbate to. All the girls had gone into the locker room, and I was grabbing my stuff off the ground when someone down the hall called to me.

"Hey. Hey, you," the voice said.

I looked towards the voice and saw that it was a football player. A guy named Jacob who I had chemistry with the year before. He was walking down the hall, looking straight at me. I looked behind me, thinking maybe he was speaking to someone else. But, we were the only two people in the area. I pointed at myself questioningly.

"Yeah, you," said Jacob. "What are you doing here?" The tone of his voice made it seem like he knew I was up to something. I didn't know what to say. He was much bigger than me, and I was starting to panic.

"I was just reading."

"Reading? Reading what?"

"Uh, physics text book. Got a test tomorrow."

"Yeah? That so? You always study for tests by the locker rooms?

"I, uh... there were some people making noise where I usually study, so I came here to get away from them."

"Huh. It's just that I've noticed you've been uhh... studying... in this hallway quite a bit." My heart sank. I didn't know what to do. "In fact, you've been sitting in that same spot every day all week." "I guess I just like it here," I said. I turned around and started to walk away. But, Jacob wasn't done.

"Hey, buddy. Mind if I use your phone? I don't know where mine is." I turned back to him.

"What? No. You can't use my phone. I... I don't have many minutes left this month." Jacob grabbed my bag out of my hand and opened the side pocket where I had my phone.

"I'll reimburse you," he said. I made a grab for my phone, but he grabbed me and pinned me against the wall with his forearm. With his other hand, he scrolled through my phone and found all the pictures I had been taking. "Oh, look at that," he said in a mocking tone. "Somebody has been a very naughty boy, haven't they?"

"Give it back," I said. "Let me go."

"Oh, I'll let you go. But, first you have to learn a little lesson." Jacob grabbed me with one hand and dragged me over to the door of the girls' locker room. He opened the door wide and threw me in. I fell to the ground, quickly got back to my feet and ran back to the door to get out. But, Jacob was holding it closed from the other side as I slammed my shoulder into it, trying to force it open. After a few seconds of this, I heard a voice behind me.

"Well well. What do we have here?" I went catatonic for a few seconds, then turned to look at where the voice had come from. Behind me, the entire volleyball team was staring at me, still dressed in their uniforms. Kayleigh was the one who spoke. My dick instinctively twitched at seeing her in her volleyball shorts, but something about her seemed scary. She walked up to me, grabbed me by the ear, and dragged me further into the locker room. 

"I hear somebody needs to be taught a lesson," she said to me. She sat me down on a bench the rejoined the others as they surrounded me. The door to the locker room opened again, and Jacob threw in my phone, laughing. Claire picked up my phone and started to scroll through my pictures.

"My my," she said. "Seems we really do have a pervert on our hands." They seemed to know quite a bit about what I had been doing. In fact, they seemed like they were ready for me when I had been thrown into the locker room. 

'Was this whole thing planned?' I thought. 'Did they already know what I had been up to?' I cringed as I thought of what they might do to me. They all passed my phone around so everyone could see what I had been up to. Each one of them looked at me, disgusted. Kayleigh spoke up again.

"Couldn't help but notice that there are a lot of ass pictures. You like ass do you?" she said. I didn't say anything. Just looked down in embarrassment. "You know what? I'm feeling generous." All the girls started to laugh at that. "I think we could help you out with that." Something told me she wasn't really feeling all that generous after all. "In fact, I think we're going to give you all the ass you'll ever need. Grab him, girls." 

At Kayleigh's command, six girls grabbed me and lifted me off of the bench. Mind you, these were six athletic girls and I was a scrawny guy. Resisting them didn't do much use. They continued to lift me until they were carrying me horizontal to the ground with me facing the ceiling, three girls on each side. 

They held me at about waist level. Looking up, all I could see were the girls' faces looking down at me. They carried me across the locker room, head first. I tilted my head backwards, to see where they were taking me. 

Ahead of us, Claire stood. The rest of the girls had formed a circle around her. The girls carrying me stopped and then Claire turned around, facing away from me. She then pulled her shorts down to about her knees. 

I was in shock. First, came the realization that she wasn't wearing any underwear under her shorts. Guess that explained why they form to their asses so tight. But, more important than that, Claire was standing in the middle of her team with her bare ass hanging out for everyone to see, and everyone was smiling. 

I never had jacked off to Claire's ass as much as some of the others because it was smaller, but seeing it like this made me rethink my bias. I didn't have much time to wonder at what was going to happen before the girls carrying me moved me forward, face first into Claire's ass crack. One of them pushed my head forcefully into her ass to make sure I was in there good.

Then Claire grabbed her shorts from around her knees and pulled them back up, encasing my head in her pants. The other girl removed her hand from my head, as the shorts forced my face into Claire's ass. From the outside, I'm sure it looked like I had just shoved my head into the top of her shorts. All of the girls started laughing. I think I heard a few of them taking pictures. I was humiliated.

It was amazingly hot in between Claire's cheeks. All the girls had just finished practice and hadn't even showered yet. My lips had been pressed right up against her asshole, and a hot, steamy smell filled my nose and my mouth. The initial swell of laughter started to die down and I could hear Claire speak to me.

"Alright, pervert," she said, "start licking." Then she gave her ass a little shake around my face.

"What?!" I yelled in disbelief. Her ass muffled my words.




Force Fed



"You heard her, pervert," I heard Kayleigh say. "You like ass so much? Well, we're giving it to you. Lick her."

"Yeah, lick that ass," I heard someone say. "Lick it good." All of the girls started jeering and mock cat-calling. The taunting was punishment enough. I didn't know what to do.

"I don't feel anything," Claire called down to me. "You better start eating my ass or else this is going to be even harder for you." At that, one of the girls grabbed my nuts through my pants and gave a hard twist. I yelped and started licking Claire's butthole. 

I licked it the way you would lick an ice cream cone. It's not like I had ever done this sort of thing before and I didn't really know what I was doing. I licked away, just hoping they wouldn't twist my balls again. Her asshole left a bitter taste in my mouth. It was so hot, and the texture of her butthole felt strange on my tongue. 

I could taste the sweat that had pooled into her crack during their practice. My mind was going a mile a minute, and all I could do was continue to lick. I couldn't see any other way out of my situation.

A couple of girls pulled back Claire's shorts a ways and peeked inside to get a better look. I was just relieved at the chance for some cool, fresh air. The girls that were peeking into Claire's shorts each produced a camera and started taking pictures. 

Great, now even more people are going to see me shamefully being forced to lick an asshole. The camera girls put Claire's shorts back, leaving me once again to sweat inside. Eventually, my licking started to slow.

"Tired already?" Claire said. Then she flexed her ass cheeks, squishing my face and cutting off my air supply. I twitched underneath her, fighting to breath. She continued to flex her ass for another ten seconds before she released. I gasped for air inside her shorts.

"Ah, poor baby," I heard from one of the girls. The same girl slowly pulled Claire's shorts down then pulled my head away from her ass. I was still being held up by the other six girls, but my head fell limply down. My face was red from the heat and I was gasping frantically for air. 

Upside down, I saw Laci's hands come at me and she caressed my head. "There, isn't that better?" she said. "Wouldn't want you to pass out. You still have a lot of asses to lick." The girls all laughed. "Lay him down on the bench." 

The six girls that were holding me carried me over to a bench and laid me face up there, holding me down. Laci walked over to the bench, her shorts already completely off. As she walked up, I got a good view of her pussy. Her dark hair was neatly trimmed into a thin strip, leaving her pussy lips fully exposed. She looked at me, and saw where I was looking.

"You know what?" she said to everyone. "I think I'd feel a lot more comfortable if I wasn't the only one naked right now. I'm thinking his clothes need to go." 

Laci reached down and started to undo my belt. At the same time, the six girls that were holding me down were tearing the rest of my clothes off. No girl had ever seen me completely naked. Now the entire volleyball team was going to be staring at me, completely exposed. I silently wished for someone just to shoot me and put me out of my misery. 

When my underpants were finally pulled down, the girls' jeering and cat-calling increased ten-fold. I looked down at my penis and was surprised to see that it was semi erect. Not hard, but it had grown in size while still looking limp. I was surprised but thankful for it. At least my dick was trying to make itself look presentable. I'm about average in size, but I could imagine what these girls would say if it was small.

"That's better," said Laci. "Girls, you can let go of him. I don't think he'll be running anywhere like this." The girls stopped holding me down. She was right. I wasn't about to run away without my clothes. "Now, you may have the privilege of eating my ass next," said Laci.

She lifted one leg over me and slowly started to lower her ass down onto my face, reverse cowgirl style. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks with her hands. I could already tell that her long, deep ass crack was going to smother the entirety of my face. As my lips touched her small, tight asshole, she let go of her cheeks. 

As I thought, my entire face was lost in the deep crack. Luckily, she decided to lean forward and put her hands on my thighs to support herself. This allowed me to breathe a little easier.

She didn't have to tell me what to do. I started licking her ass right away.

"Look at you," she said. "What a fast learner you are." As my tongue lapped at Laci's hot butthole, I noticed that her ass wasn't quite as bitter tasting as Claire's. In fact, Laci's ass had a sort of sweet aftertaste. Laci didn't taste as sweaty as Claire did either. 

I was marveling at all the ways that Laci's ass was better than Claire's, when I suddenly had the thought that I might be enjoying this. I increased my speed and licked with more enthusiasm. 

I had heard about rimjobs before. I had even seen one in a porno once. Except, in that, the girl was licking the guy's ass. I had never considered actually eating out a girl's ass before. I had never even considered the possibility of something like that occurring anywhere. However, now that it was happening, and the initial shock of it all had worn off, I thought about how I really felt about the whole situation. 

And, much to my surprise, I was starting to enjoy myself. All of it. I started to get turned on by the fact that I was being smothered under a girl's ass, an ass I had masturbated to before, in fact. I even liked the forcefulness of the girls. Being forced to lick their tight buttholes was... was starting to make me hard. 

Oh no. This was not good. If I got a boner while licking an asshole, my life might very well be ruined. I could already imagine the ridicule I would have to go through. My dick was about half erect, but no one seemed to notice yet. They must have all been focused on watching me tongue Laci's hole. 

I continued to lick. I switched to a side to side motion because my tongue was getting worn out going the other way. I tried to think about something else, anything else to stop my cock from growing. It was no use. The taste of Laci's sweet asshole was getting me so hard. 

I could feel my dick throbbing. There was no mistaking it now. My dick was fully erect. So erect that I could feel a strong pulse in my cock. It was only a matter of time before somebody took notice.

It only took about ten seconds before I heard Laci say, "Oh! Oh, what do we have here?!" All of the girls turned to look down at my hard dick. The response was immediate.

"Eww."

"What the fuck?!"

"This guy really is a pervert."

"Laci, I think you made his day."

"What a sick fuck."

I turned beat red. I wanted to die. But, even more than that, I wanted to keep licking the ass that was sitting on my face. Laci grabbed my dick, wrapping her hand all the way around it. The head just barely poked through the top, and Laci squeezed.  

I winced, but continued to eat her ass. Laci slowly raised her ass off of my face and all the girls erupted with laughter as I stretched my neck so that I could keep licking. Eventually, Laci stood up completely, and my head returned to the bench. Her hand was still wrapped firmly around my cock.

"Well, I'm flattered," she said, mocking me, "but I think my turn is up." She let go of my dick and it smacked against my stomach. I finally got a chance to look down at my dick, and it surprised me still. I had never seen my cock that hard. There were veins bulging. The head had swollen to a purple hue. I was amazed at my own reaction to this whole event. Then I turned my head to see yet another girl standing beside me, her ass right next to my head. This one was enormous. As she peeled off her spandex shorts, I knew this ass could only belong to Michelle. I always thought Michelle looked strong, and she proved it when she climbed on top of me and slammed her giant butt down onto my face. She ground her fat ass down hard against me and I thought my head was going to burst. Instead of having to lick, I just stuck my tongue out as she bucked her hips back and forth on top of me.

This routine continued for quite some time. Michelle climbed off, and then it was some girl named Felicia's turn. After her, it was Emily. Emily was a little crueler than the others. After about 30 seconds of me licking her round butt, she lifted up a bit.

"Still rock hard I see," she said. "Does everything get you hard?" Then she sat back down on me, her asshole landing directly on my open mouth. I felt some of her muscles flexing on top of me and she let out a long fart. Everyone thought that was hysterical. I'm proud to say that at least that did not turn me on. It just added to my already sizable list of humiliations.

Eventually, I was tonguing out my eleventh ass. The mock cat-calls hadn't stopped. Neither had my erection. One girl joked that I might pass out from blood loss. A few of the girls had taken to prodding my dick with their fingers every now and then.  

The eleventh girl finally climbed off of my face. Her asshole had been exceptionally sweaty and I was somewhat glad to be finished with licking it. What I was even more excited about was that Kayleigh was the only one left whose ass I hadn't licked. 

They didn't even know it, but they had saved my favorite for last. Kayleigh walked over to the bench and slowly began to slide her spandex shorts over her big butt. The anticipation was killing me. After months of trying to see as much of her ass as I could, I was finally going to be seeing her bare ass up close. 

My cock jumped a little as she peeled the spandex off of her soft cheeks until her entire ass was exposed. I think I could have cum right there, just looking at her beautiful ass. The fullness of it. The wonderfully round shape. The soft, white skin of her meaty ass. Her asshole couldn't get to my mouth soon enough.

All of the other girls, aside from Claire of course, had sat on my face reverse cowgirl, with their faces directed towards my feet. Kayleigh decided to straddle my head the opposite way. Soon, her ass was settling down onto my face, her asshole making contact with my waiting, open mouth. 

I felt her ass cheeks surround me. Then she put both of her hands underneath my head and forced my head up into her crotch. My nose was pressing hard against her pussy. I inhaled deeply and smelled her warm scent. It was wonderful. I felt my cock ever so slightly convulse and knew that my pre-cum was starting to ooze its way out.

The warmness of Kayleigh's ass was all around me, and I started licking with a renewed energy. I wanted to make this one special. I licked her hole in a circular motion, following the outline of her asshole. As I did this, her ass seemed to relax on top of me, as if I was soothing it.

Everything else in the room ceased to exist to me. In my mind, it was just Kayleigh and me; my tongue and her gorgeous ass. I continued to lick her butt, moving my tongue in slow circles. Every once in a while, I would change direction or give a little flick up and down or side to side. The way I circled my tongue around her asshole was more like French kissing. I was making love to her ass with my tongue. 

After a little bit, I noticed that her ass really was relaxing on top of me. I was right, it must have been soothing. In fact, her clenched butthole started to relax too. As I circled it, my tongue slowly started to make progress working its way up her asshole. 

On top of me, Kayleigh gave no sign as to whether she was actually enjoying this or not. After my tongue had worked its way up her hole a good ways, I flexed it and pushed it in as far as I could. As I said, I didn't have any experience at the time, and was surprised at how easily my tongue slid inside. I started to wonder if this was normal for all girls' assholes. Just then, a hand wrapped itself around my cock and I heard a voice.

"Look at this, girls. This pervert's dick is leaking pre-cum all over." I recognized the voice as Michelle's. Her strong hand was squeezing my dick hard. "I think he wants to cum with an ass on his face." 

In truth, I wanted that very much. My cock was aching by this point. But, if I did, it would be the final nail in my coffin. My humiliation would be complete. Michelle started pumping my cock in her fist. She obviously had quite a bit of experience at this because it felt amazing. I knew I wouldn't last very long. 

All of the girls were now more interested in watching Michelle get me off than watching me lick Kayleigh's ass. They all moved to the other side of the bench, behind Kayleigh's back, and watched my cock get stroked hard by the strong Michelle. 

Michelle stopped for a second, spat in her hand, then continued pumping my dick. Her saliva working its way over my dick was almost too much for me. I concentrated on not cumming. I tried to think of anything else. Then I noticed that Kayleigh was moving her hips up and down onto my face. 

The movement was very subtle. I'm sure the other girls didn't even notice. My tongue was still rigid, moving in and out of her asshole, and her movements were grinding my nose into her pussy. Was she getting off on this? I dismissed this thought quickly. I was sure it was just wishful thinking on my part.

"Grab his legs," I heard Michelle say, down by my crotch. 'Grab my legs?' Two girls suddenly had their hands on me, one girl on each leg. They lifted them in the air, spread them apart and pulled them back towards my chest. 'What the hell is this?' 

Michelle stopped stroking me for a second to spit into her other hand. She wiped the large glob of saliva on my now exposed asshole. Then, before I could yell out in protest, she shoved her middle finger deep up my asshole. I was shocked at the sensation. I was being penetrated by a volleyball player. 

She returned to pumping my dick, stronger than before, her finger all the way in my ass. Despite my efforts, I was about to cum. All of the girls were focused on my cock, waiting for the finale, cameras at the ready. That's when Kayleigh stopped her subtle movements. Her asshole tensed up around my tongue, and her buttcheeks flexed against my face. 

She used her hands to shove my head as deep as she could up into herself. Then I felt a small shiver run through her body. None of the other girls seemed to be doing this for pleasure. They were doing it purely to humiliate me. Was Kayleigh actually enjoying herself? 

I was confused and still savoring the sweet taste of her ass as my orgasm took control of my body. It was more powerful than any other orgasm I had ever experienced. My entire body seemed to tighten up as I shot stream after stream of cum, which Michelle directed onto my stomach. All of the girls cheered as I covered myself in cum. 

Michelle removed her finger from my ass, and I felt my cock slowly start to go limp. After Kayleigh's body relaxed again, she moved her ass back off of my face and sat on the top of my chest, looking down at me. I stared up at her in confusion. She then reached behind her and put her hand on my stomach, spreading my cum all over. 

She brought her hand back in front of her, and I saw that it was now covered in my cum. That was extremely hot to me, but I didn't know why she had done it. Then she looked me in the eye, gave me a quick wink, and slapped her cum-covered hand across my face. The girls laughed louder than they had all day. I was officially a pervert in the girls' locker room, covered in my own cum. Kayleigh climbed off of my and slid her shorts back on.

"Alright, get him out of here," she said. Michelle and Claire each grabbed me by an arm and forcefully walked me to the door. I was still in a sort of post-orgasm stupor and didn't even think to beg for my clothes first. Claire opened the door and Michelle shoved me out into the hallway. 

As it turns out, there's always room for a little more humiliation. I came face to face with half the varsity football team, Jacob was front and center. When I came out, naked and covered in my own cum, it must have been better than what they were expecting because the response was immediate and uproarious. 

Everyone was bent over themselves with hysterical laughter and they were hollering and joking. I didn't hear much of what they said. The shock of the whole situation allowed only the occasional phrase to get through to me. After about twenty seconds of this, the girls finally threw my clothes out into the hall. I dressed myself, grabbed my things, and walked home.

When I got home, I threw my bag into the corner of my room and sat on my bed. What do you do after something like that has happened to you? I just continued to sit on my bed, not doing anything for quite some time. My parents were never home, and I was thankful for this at the time. I just wanted to be alone. 

Eventually, I tried to continue my day like I normally would. I made some macaroni for dinner, checked my emails, then tried to watch some TV. After about an hour of sitcoms, I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly walked up to my room and sat down on my bed. 

I pulled my pants down to my ankles and stroked my cock, hard. I thought about all those girls who had forced me to lick their asses and I was soon cumming. I didn't even aim it onto anything. I just let it shoot onto my floor. 

I couldn't explain it. I should have been horrified by what I was doing, but I was so incredibly horny just remembering those girls' asses in my face. Before I fell asleep that night, I jacked off two more times. The very last time, I even came on my stomach then put my hand in it and slapped myself across the face. 

All weekend, I barely left my room. All I could think about was how amazing it was to eat out those juicy asses. On Sunday night, as I was about to fall asleep, a terrible thought occurred to me. 'I have to go back to school tomorrow.'

To Be Continued... 



Force Fed Ch. 02



NOTE: This is chapter 2 in my series, "Force Fed." Once again, I would like to make it clear that all characters are at least 18. Thanks for reading as well as your continued support.



Monday morning was hell. I did my best to stay hidden all day. I figured that if I didn't call any attention to myself then maybe no one would even notice me. I was wrong. Most of the people I went to school with didn't even know who I was last week, yet suddenly everyone knew who I was. I heard it everywhere in the halls:

"You're that guy who got thrown into the girls' locker room, right?"

"You better run, Dan. The volleyball team is right behind you!"

"Look out, ladies. If you're not careful, this guy will eat your asshole."

"Hey, is it true that Michelle fingered you and you liked it?" Surprisingly, this is the one I heard most of all. Everyone wanted to know if Michelle had really fingered my ass. Of course, as the rumor spread, it quickly went from Michelle fingering my ass to Michelle fucking my ass. By the end the day, the story was that Kayleigh held me down and Michelle fucked me with a strap-on while Laci fucked Michelle with a strap-on, forming a fuck-train of sorts. Fucking rumors.

I was actually a little relieved that the rumors were getting ridiculous like that. At least fewer people would believe them if they were too exaggerated. Even so, the majority of the high school still thought of me as a dirty pervert.

All week, I endured the humiliation. It was tough. Even some of my own friends teased me about it. However, math class was the hardest. There were several football players in my class. These were some of the guys who actually saw me walk out of the locker room naked and covered in my own cum. And, they never seemed to tire of tormenting me.

Worse than that, I had to keep sitting next to Kayleigh. The big ass I had obsessed over was still sitting directly to my right, but I didn't dare look. I even avoided looking anywhere in her general direction. How could I allow myself to look at her now? She had sat on my face and made me lick her asshole. She had seen me cum onto my own stomach. She had even slapped me across the face with her open hand, coated in my own cum....

...She had also seemed to enjoy it more than the other girls. I still wasn't sure if Kayleigh had had an orgasm that day. I remembered the feeling of her ass clenching tight as she forced my face deep into her crotch. Maybe she....

"Hey, Spunkboy. Catch." One of the football players threw a wadded up piece of paper that hit me on the forehead causing a group to my left to start laughing. The weekend couldn't come soon enough.

After five days of humiliation, it was finally Saturday. My parents were celebrating their anniversary out of town and wouldn't be back until Sunday night. I had the whole house to myself, which was good because I had no intention of showing my face outside. There was a big party at Ricki Bower's place, but I wasn't invited. I couldn't blame that on the locker room incident though. I wouldn't have been invited before that anyways.

I decided to spend my night watching a Bond marathon on TV and eating junk food. It had been a tough week and I just wanted to forget about everything for a while. Six hours of Bond movies quickly turned the clock to midnight. I was riding a sugar rush and considering looking up some internet porn after having just watched a very sexy scene of a Bond girl. Before I could make up my mind, my doorbell rang.

Saturday night at midnight? Who the hell would be at my door? I checked my cellphone to see if I had missed any calls from my friends. There were none. I walked across the room and opened the door. Whatever I had imagined in my wildest dreams didn't compare to what I saw. Standing in my doorway was Kayleigh Spencer. She was wearing a pair of light-blue short shorts and a tight, white tank top that really made her tits look amazing.

"Hey, Dan," said Kayleigh nonchalantly and walked in. "What are doing?" Her voice wasn't exactly cheerful. She almost sounded annoyed, the way someone sounds after a long day at work.

"Ummm, just watching TV I guess," I said. Kayleigh looked at the TV behind me. My face turned a little red. The fact that Kayleigh was just standing in my living room was somehow embarrassing me. What was she doing? Was this some sort of prank?

"Cool. Big house," said Kayleigh and she walked a little further in. How did she even know where I lived? I didn't even know that she knew my name. This had to be the jocks fucking with me some more.

"Uhh, Kayleigh? How do you know where I live?"

"Your dad is my dentist. You're listed in the phone book, Dan."

"Oh, well..."

"Where's your room?" My throat seemed to invert itself and I felt myself choking.

"You... you want to see my room?" I asked. Kayleigh smirked and walked over to me, placing her hand on my shoulder and looking me square in the eye.

"Yes, Dan. I want to see your room. Where is it?" Her voice wasn't seductive, more commanding.

"It's... uhhh, upstairs on the right. Why are you...?" Before I could finish, Kayleigh was walking up the stairs. I remained still for a few seconds before I followed her. Kayleigh was at the top of the stairs as I started to climb up. As she walked through my doorway, I saw her start to remove her shirt over her head. I climbed the stairs faster and rounded the corner into my room.

Kayleigh was standing in the middle of my bedroom wearing only her tiny shorts and a white bra. She set down her purse on my desk chair then slowly turned in a circle, looking at everything in my room. Her tits looked so good. I wanted to shove my face between them and suck on her nipples. Everything else about her was incredibly sexy as well. She had her blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail and was wearing a little more makeup than she did at school. She must have been at Ricki's party earlier.

My cock jumped a little when I saw her flat stomach and nicely toned midriff. And, of course, there was her full, round ass. As she continued to look around, I stared at her thick cheeks, hypnotizing me. A sense of pride suddenly came over me as I realized that I had seen that bare ass. I had eaten that ass out. That ass, which I had worshipped for so long, had engulfed my face. I suddenly realized that Kayleigh had stopped moving and was looking at me as I stared at her ass.

"It's not polite to stare, Dan," said Kayleigh.

"No... I didn't mean to... I wasn't," I stammered out.

"Relax. It's not like that was the first time," Kayleigh said, her tone softening. "I always knew you were staring at me in math." Guess I wasn't as sly as I thought.

"I... I...." I finally couldn't take it anymore. I had to know what she was up to. "Kayleigh, what are you doing here?"

Kayleigh's face changed into a mischievous yet seductive look and she walked over to me. She put her arms on my shoulders, crossing her wrists behind my head.

"I'll tell you what I'm doing here," she said and moved her face real close to mine. "I'm going to lay down on your bed, and you're going to lick my ass."

"I'm... I'm going to what?"

"You're going to lick my ass. Do you have a problem with that? You didn't seem to last week." I blushed a little and had to look away from her. I imagined my tongue working its way around her ass once again and started to feel myself getting hard. But, something wasn't right. This didn't make sense. Why would she come to me?

"I don't understand," I said. "Why... I mean...why me?"

"Dan, I'm going to be frank with you. You have the best tongue of any guy I've ever fucked." This was surprising. It was my first time ever even giving oral sex before. No way was I that good. "I mean, I know we didn't fuck. But, that's what made it so great. You were there purely to serve, and you ate my ass so fucking good. I know you felt me cum on your face last week," continued Kayleigh. I fucking knew it. I hadn't imagined it.

"Wow.... Well, even so, you could sleep with anyone. What the hell are you doing at my place?" Kayleigh smiled wickedly.

"What I'm in the mood for, most guys won't do. How many guys do you know that will lick a girl's butthole? Hell, most guys will barely eat my pussy. They just want to stick it in. Sometimes, I don't even cum. But, I don't think that's going to be a problem with you. Besides, even if I did ask some other guy to lick my ass, they would just go around telling everyone I'm a slut. Fuck that. That's why you're perfect, Dan."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you like to eat assholes as much as I like having mine eaten and you're not going to tell anyone about it." Kayleigh smiled. The air of arrogance she was giving off was filling the room.

"Yeah? And why wouldn't I?

"Ha! Are you fucking kidding me? Who would believe you? You're the guy who got dominated by the volleyball team. I even heard a guy at Ricki's party earlier saying how Michelle had raped you with a strap-on. Some people think she went ass to mouth on you, Dan. You have zero credibility here."

"What? So, you think I'll just agree to do this? What's the catch?"

"Of course you're going to agree," said Kayleigh, and she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. I stared at her beautiful, perky tits only a couple of feet from me. Kayleigh was extremely sure of herself. She knew I wouldn't say no. "I'm not blackmailing you, Dan. Although, I'm sure you would agree even if there was a catch. I know you want me, and I know what that tongue of yours can do to me. This is good for both of us.... But, you're right. Maybe I should just go find someone else." Kayleigh started to walk away, but I quickly put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"Woah, woah. I didn't say that. It just seemed a little suspicious is all."

"Good. Take off your shirt," said Kayleigh. I did, all the while wondering how I had started dreaming like this. I didn't even care if this was a prank.

"So, you really just want me to lick your ass?" I asked.

"Among other things," said Kayleigh as she made her way towards my bed. "You'll quickly find that I enjoy a... kinkier...list of fetishes than the average girl. I don't get to be kinky as much as I'd like. You're going to change that." Kayleigh lay down on my bed and removed her shorts. She wasn't wearing any underwear underneath. She was now completely naked. "Don't worry. I'll make sure to take care of you too. Wouldn't want my little boy toy getting fussy," she teased. "Besides, you do have a pretty good looking cock. Take off your pants."

'I have a pretty good looking cock?' I thought. I guess I had never really compared it to many. I was a little thrilled at the compliment, especially coming from Kayleigh. I quickly worked my pants down and nearly ripped my underwear off. Watching Kayleigh lie naked on my bed was getting me extremely excited. I couldn't wait. Was she actually going to let me fuck her? I was suddenly very ok with accepting the role of Kayleigh's boy toy. She could use me however she wanted. I was still a virgin, but I wasn't about to tell her that. Didn't want anything to spoil the moment. I would just pretend like I had done it before.

The excitement was really getting to me, and it was obvious to Kayleigh as she looked at my half-erect dick. Kayleigh stared unashamedly at my cock and gently licked her lips. Then her wicked smile returned. She lay back, spread her legs and pulled her knees up to her chest, holding each leg with her hands. Her pussy and ass were completely exposed.

"Now, you're going to worship my ass. Come over here lick me," Kayleigh said. I quickly climbed onto the bed and moved between her legs to press my face into her juicy butt. My tongue pushed out against her puckered, brown hole and I licked. I licked and licked and licked. The passion with which I lapped at her butthole was unparalleled. Kayleigh closed her eyes and her mouth hung open, releasing airy moans. I worked my tongue furiously, changing direction and pace from time to time. 

"Ooooohhh, yes," said Kayleigh. "Just like that. That's just how I like it. Aaaah. Lick my ass, Dan. Lick my ass. Yessssssss." The sounds that Kayleigh was making were driving me crazy. I couldn't believe how quickly she was getting turned on. "Eat it. Eat it. Eat that ass. Fuck yeah! Oh god, stick a finger in my pussy." I obediently obeyed and slid my middle finger inside her. She was extremely wet and I entered her easily. She must have been really horny before we even started.

I worked my finger inside of her, curling it up to find her g-spot. I had heard about that so I thought I might as well try it. She started to react to my presence and began sliding her hips around, fucking herself on my finger. I concentrated on eating her ass again. I made my tongue rigid and worked it into her hole an inch or so. I was drooling as I savored the bittersweet taste. She moaned loudly and the pitch of her voice went up a bit. I kept my tongue rigid and started fucking her asshole with it, moving it in and out with my head.

"Oh yeah. Tongue-fuck my asshole. Give it to me. Ooooooh, keep licking me like a good little boy toy. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum on your face." Kayleigh turned her head to the side and started rubbing her clit quickly. Her hand was moving over it faster than I had ever seen and she started to shake. I took my tongue out of her ass and started licking in a circular motion and pushed my finger as deep into her pussy as it would go. I felt strange licking her. In the locker room, I didn't have a choice and she was dominating me. Now, I was making a conscious effort to do it, but Kayleigh still seemed to be in control of me.

"Oh ga-wd. Oh god! I'm cumming. I'm cumming! I'mcummingI'mcummingI'mcummingI'mcummingI'mcummingI'mcumming!" Kayleigh squealed a little as her orgasm overtook her. She pushed her hips forward to meet my tongue and her hand continued to fly across her clit as she shook. I continued to lick her until she started to calm down, ecstasy on her face. I stopped licking and looked up at her.

"Wow, I haven't cum like that in a while," she said. "Are you hard?" I looked down and saw that my cock was standing at full attention. Just watching Kayleigh could have made me cum.

"So fucking hard," I said.

"Good," said Kayleigh. She turned over and got onto all fours. "Shove it up my ass." I was taken aback. I had jacked off to this exact scenario many times before, ever since I heard that rumor about her begging Patrick to fuck her in the ass. Holy shit, was that true? What else was true about her.

"Are you serious? You want me to fuck you in the ass?"

"Don't make me ask twice." Kayleigh reached behind her, placing a hand on each big, soft cheek and spread them wide. Her butthole was on full display in front of me, slick from all of my saliva. I couldn't believe it. She really wanted it in the ass. But, I didn't have any lube. Would the spit be enough? I had never done this sort of thing before.

That was right. I had never done anything like this before at all. As I got up on my knees and positioned myself behind Kayleigh, I realized that I was still a virgin and had the girl of my dreams in my bed begging for anal. Holy shit. My first time was going to be fucking Kayleigh Spencer's big ass. God, I hoped I wouldn't fuck it up.

I spit into my hand and rubbed it all over my cock, slicking it up. All I had ever heard about anal sex was that you needed a lot of lube, but I didn't own any. Also, Kayleigh wasn't even asking for any. I hoped the saliva would work.

Just then, I looked at Kayleigh's pussy. It was a pretty pussy and she kept herself shaved nicely. It was dripping wet and I noticed a big glob of Kayleigh's cum was leaking out slowly. I reached down and scooped up the glob of girl-cum with a couple of fingers. Then I spread it onto Kayleigh's hole. It was quite a lot of cum, and it helped lube her up nicely.

I grabbed my cock and put the head into the cum just outside the entrance to Kayleigh's asshole. 'Well, here goes,' I thought. I pressed against her butthole, the tip of my penis working its way inside a little. It felt so tight. I didn't see how my cock was going to.... 

Just then, Kayleigh relaxed her ass and I slid in a few inches. It was heavenly. Kayleigh's asshole was wrapped around my cock. I had imagined what it would feel like, but nothing in my own mind had prepared me for all of the sensations I was feeling on my cock. Her ass was squeezing my cock tight. It felt so warm inside of her. It was my first time inside a girl. I had to clear my mind. If I continued to think about it like I was, I was likely to cum before we even got started.

"Oh yeah," said Kayleigh. "That's it. Ooooo, that's it." She didn't seem to be in any pain, and was accepting my cock quite easily. "Push it deep. I want your balls slapping against my pussy."

Oh wow. Kayleigh must have done this many times before. She didn't want to take it slow. She just wanted my dick deep inside her. I started to move into her slowly. All of this was almost too much for me and I didn't want to accidentally make myself cum. Kayleigh grew impatient with me, though and pushed back hard onto my cock, burying me up to my balls inside her. 

"Uuuuungh," she grunted. I gasped a little from the sensation of her ass swallowing me whole.  I had to do something, otherwise I wasn't going to last long. So, I reached underneath her and started fondling her breasts, taking the attention away from thrusting. Kayleigh had fantastic tits. I had often tried to look down her shirt on the occasions she would wear low cut tops, but actually feeling them was something else. They were so soft in the palm of my hand, and I loved the way they moved as my fingers worked around them. 

Then her boobs started moving all on their own, and I realized that Kayleigh had taken the initiative and had started fucking herself back onto my dick. This was it. Guess I would just have to try and last as long as I could.

I started thrusting into her, meeting her own thrusts, my pelvis slapping against her big butt. Every time I thrust into her, her ass shook. She looked so fucking hot taking my dick up her ass.

"Yeah, just like that," said Kayleigh. "Oh gawd I love taking it up the butt. I feel so fucking dirty. Slap my ass." I didn't stop to question it. I just gave her a good slap on the ass, shaking her right cheek around my dick. "OH!" screamed Kayleigh. "Again." I spanked her again. "Again." I spanked her harder. "Again!" I continued to spank her, over and over. Her big ass jiggled and a red mark began to show up on her cheek.

Kayleigh was moaning wantonly now. I looked down and saw that she had started fingering herself, plunging two fingers inside her all the way up to her last knuckle. Juices were flowing out of her pussy down her fingers.

We hadn't even been fucking for all that long when Kayleigh said, "I'm going to cum soon. Fuck me hard. Fuck me as hard as you can. Split me in two." Thank god she was going to cum soon, because I wasn't going to last very long. I grabbed onto her hips, picked up the pace and started to really give it to Kayleigh hard. The slapping sounds of my body against her big buttcheeks filled the room. Kayleigh was moaning loudly and started fingering herself harder. 

"Slap. Slap. Slap. OH! OH! Fuck yeah!" We were so loud.

I felt the cum start to stir deep in my balls. "I'm going to cum!" I yelled and started fucking Kayleigh with everything I had. Just then, I noticed that Kayleigh's eyes were rolled back into her head and she was shaking. I was so caught up in my own sensations that I had almost missed her entire orgasm, which was beginning to fade while mine was growing.

I felt the sperm, ready to explode out of me. But, just then I panicked. 'Oh shit,' I thought. 'Where should I cum?' I didn't know where she wanted me to cum. I was just about to ask, but I started cumming before I even opened my mouth. 'Guess I'm cumming inside her ass.'




Force Fed Ch. 02



We had both stopped thrusting. Kayleigh's orgasm was just finishing and she turned her head to look back at me just as I began to shoot my load. I could feel the cum rushing out my dick and into her big butt. Kayleigh cooed softly as my hot jizz flooded into her asshole. I was filling her ass with cum, but she didn't seem to mind.

I waited until I was completely drained then pulled my cock out of her ass. Her hole stayed open for a few moments and a little cum dribbled out, streaming down her thigh. Kayleigh climbed off of my bed and started to walk across my room. I was drained and collapsed on my bed. I watched her butt sway back and forth as Kayleigh walked. She grabbed her purse off of my desk chair and opened it up.

"Well done, Dan. You gave me a real good buttfucking." From her purse, Kayleigh grabbed a big, rubber butt plug. She spread her legs about shoulder width apart and bent her knees a little. "I have a feeling that I'm going to be giving you a call sometime. Uuungh," Kayleigh grunted as she worked the plug into her hole. It went in smoothly, only meeting a little resistance at the widest part. Kayleigh's face muscles flexed, but there was pleasure written all over her. "Then we can get into the real kinky stuff."

The real kinky stuff? Was this not the kinky stuff? The butt plug was entirely inside of her, the base of it pressed up against her hole, deep between her big cheeks. Kayleigh put her clothes back on.

"I'm going back to Ricki's party," said Kayleigh. "See you on Monday." She started to walk out of my room. Was she seriously going back to a party with a load of my cum and a big butt plug in her ass? My amazement at everything that had happened so far was clear in the expression on my face. Before she walked out of my bedroom, Kayleigh turned back.

"Remember, not a word of this to anyone. If I hear anything, you're not getting any more of this," Kayleigh gave her big butt a slap. "Oh. I almost forgot to tell you. Some of my... more adventurous... friends are going to want to give you a try."

She walked out the door before telling me what that meant.

TO BE CONTINUED



Force Fed Ch. 03



School suddenly became very tolerable for me. I continued to get teased by people, but nothing they said seemed to matter to me. I had just had sex with a girl I had fantasized about a thousand times over. Even better, she was extremely kinky. I barely paid attention to anything that next week at school because I was constantly thinking about Kayleigh. 

It was wonderful and tormenting sitting next to her in class from then on. On one hand, I could look at her now knowing exactly what it felt like to have her ass tight around my cock. But, on the other hand, I couldn't tell anybody. I wanted to scream it out loud in the hallways. I wanted to rub it in the faces of all the dumb jocks who gave me shit. Hell, I wanted my parents to know. It was the single greatest thing I had ever achieved, and I wanted the world to celebrate with me.

But, no one would believe me. Even worse, I could never have sex with Kayleigh again if I ever told. She had made it very clear that we weren't in a relationship. I was basically her living, breathing sex toy. You might be thinking that that sounds really shitty. You might also be thinking that I was kind of her bitch. You know what? I was completely fine with that. When a hot girl tells you she wants to use you for kinky sex, we'll see what your answer is.

I'm aware that I was being used. But, being used for Kayleigh's sexual desires seemed very rewarding. I got to do all the dirty things she wanted to do with guys, but could never ask them for. Kayleigh didn't want to ask other guys to do all the perverted things she wanted, and rightly so. Say she asked one of the popular guys at school that she normally dated to give her a rimjob. Everyone in school would know within a week, and people would call her a slut.

That's where I fit in. She still continued to date other guys, but she always came to me when they failed to satisfy her fully. Of course, it took a while for me to fully satisfy her as well.

That first time that Kayleigh had come over to my house was the first time I had ever had sex, and, I'll admit it, I got lucky that first time. I don't know how I held out cumming for so long. I don't know how I made a girl cum on my first try, but it happened. However, I wasn't so lucky the next time.

It was only a few days after that first time with Kayleigh before she came over again. My house was perfect because neither of my parents were ever around that often. Kayleigh decided to come over one day after volleyball practice. She had sent me a text when she was on her way and I got hard just thinking about what was in store for me.

I opened the front door, and Kayleigh was standing there in short shorts and a t-shirt. Her hair was pulled back and her face was full of lust.

"Your room. Now," she ordered. We were up the stairs and in my room in no time with the door shut behind us. Kayleigh took off her shirt. She wanted to get straight to business. She was wearing a sports bra underneath that I thought looked very sexy on her. My newfound love of sports was growing. I was sitting on my bed and decided to take my shirt off as well. When my shirt made it all the way over my head, I saw that Kayleigh was suddenly right next to me.

"I've been very naughty today," she said. My jaw was hanging open in shock. "I think I might need a spanking." Kayleigh slowly slid her shorts down around her knees and I saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath. She rotated her hips so that her smooth butt was facing me, inches from my face.

"What do you think, Dan? Does this ass need a spanking?" Wide eyed and lost for words, I managed to look up at her and nod my head. Kayleigh lay across my lap with her big ass sticking up in the air. I had a massive erection in my pants that I was sure she could feel rubbing against her. I almost forgot what I was doing as I continued to stare at her soft, appetizing cheeks.

"Dan?" Kayleigh said, snapping me out of my state of hypnosis. "I was touching myself all the way over here. I've been so bad. Teach me a lesson." I had always wanted to spank a girl's ass. I had slapped Kayleigh's ass while we were having sex that first time, but this was different. I brought the palm of my hand down softly on one of her ass cheeks, barely causing it to stir.

"Oh, come on, Dan," said Kayleigh. "You can do better than that." I remembered how hard she had me slapping her ass last time and brought my hand down on her big butt again, harder. A quick gasp from Kayleigh told me that she enjoyed it, so I did it again. Then I did it again. I spanked her over and over as she sighed with pleasure beneath me.

Her ass shook with each slap. I loved the way it moved. I loved the way it felt. I loved.... I seemed to love it a little too much. I suddenly became aware that my erection had grown to the point of bursting. Slapping Kayleigh's ass and listening to her sigh and moan was taking its effect on me. A sudden sense of dread filled me as I felt my balls start to contract and my cock start to twitch inside my pants. Oh shit.

I quickly froze, but it was too late. I involuntarily gasped and was suddenly cumming in my pants. Kayleigh froze for a second as well. I'm sure she could feel it on her hip. I was completely embarrassed, knowing that Kayleigh knew what was happening. 'That's it,' I thought. 'She's done with me forever.'

Kayleigh climbed off of me and kneeled on the floor in front of me. She stared at me with a mischievous smile for some time.

"Did you just cum in your pants?" She said, amused.

"I... I...."

"You did. You just came while you were spanking me." I was a deep crimson red. My second time with a girl and I had premature ejaculated. I felt pathetic.

There didn't seem to be any point in hiding it from Kayleigh after that, so I finally confessed to her that I had been a virgin the first time we had had sex. I was sure she would think I was pathetic, but that wasn't the case. The fact that I was so inexperienced seemed to really turn her on. She found the whole thing "cute" in a way. It was still very embarrassing for me, but, if she liked it, who was I to argue. Kayleigh gladly stepped into the role of the experienced teacher, and I was her eager student, doing anything she asked. She seemed to like the idea that she was "corrupting" me in some way.

Kayleigh pulled off my ruined pants and took my cock into her mouth, cleaning all of the cum off of it. Even though I had just gotten off, her mouth still felt wonderful. After she had licked off all the cum, and believe me there was a lot of it, she took off her pants and lay down on my bed. She spread her thick thighs and pulled my head down into her warm pussy.

I used my mouth and tongue on her for the rest of the afternoon, getting her off many times. At least I was good for something. She mostly had me lick her pussy, but sometimes she would turn over and I would stick my tongue in her ass while she fucked her fingers. Either way, I was eager to please her. 

Eventually, I got hard again. Kayleigh wrapped her hand around my cock and started pumping away. Jesus, any way she touched me felt incredible. At first, I thought I was doing alright and that I would last. But, less than a minute later, I couldn't hold out and shot a load all over Kayleigh's hand. I went crimson again. I just couldn't understand how I had managed to last so long while I was fucking her ass just a few days before, but now I couldn't even get through a full hand job.

Kayleigh just laughed a little, licking her hand clean and putting her clothes back on. Thank God she thought it was cute. I mean, that in itself was a bit humiliating, but it was better than her being turned off by it.

Kayleigh had her clothes back on and was almost out the door when she turned around and said, "The first time I ever had sex was with Jack Murphy. He fucked me for about one minute, blew his load on my stomach, and then passed out for an hour."

My embarrassment seemed to fade a little when she told me this.

"The first time I had sex with you," she continued, "you gave me a fantastic rimjob, fingered me to orgasm, then fucked me up the butt until I came again."

Suddenly, my embarrassment seemed to disappear.

"Are your parents usually home late?"

"Yeah," I said, thankful that she was still interested in me.

"Good," she said. "I'll come over tomorrow." Then she turned to leave. On her way down the stairs, she called back to me, "By the way, you've got a bigger cock than Jack Murphy." I collapsed back on my bed, naked and smiling. I was so relieved at how cool Kayleigh was being about this. 

That is, I was relieved until she came back the next day. Things were going about how I expected them to. First, she put my hand down her pants and had me finger her. Then she sat on my face and I alternated licking her pussy and ass. After giving her many, many orgasms (I honestly lost count) it was finally my turn. She took my pants off, revealing my throbbing erection inside. She spit into her hand and started giving me a hand job, telling me to say when I was getting close to cumming. After a few minutes, I was quickly approaching an orgasm.

"Kayleigh, I'm getting close," I moaned and closed my eyes.

"Yeah?" said Kayleigh, very sensually. "Does that feel good? Do you want to shoot your load?"

"Yes. Oh God yes. I'm so fucking close." And then suddenly Kayleigh let go. I opened my eyes to see what she was going to do, but I just saw her looking back at me, not doing anything. "Wha- What are you doing?" I asked frantically. Kayleigh smiled wickedly.

"You don't get to cum until I say you can," Kayleigh said. "Understand?" I wanted desperately to cum, but, by the tone of her voice, I could tell that she meant what she had said. I smiled, excited about this game she was playing with me. While waiting for me to calm down, Kayleigh climbed back on top of me, smothering my face underneath her perfect ass again.

I brought her to orgasm once again. Then she climbed off and recommenced jerking my cock. She pumped me in her fist until I was on the brink of cumming yet again. Then she stopped. 

This continued on and on. She would bring me right up to the edge of an orgasm, sometimes using just her hand, sometimes using her mouth as well, only to deny me of it. Then she would make me please her, and then start all over again. After nearly an hour, my frustration was intense. I was jealous every time she had an orgasm and was soon begging her to let me cum. Eventually, my balls ached from such a long time of stimulation without being able to finish.

"Kayleigh, please," I begged. "My balls feel so swollen I think they might burst."

"Good," she said. "Now, you get to cum." 

'Of course,' I thought. 'Wait until I'm in pain to finally relieve me.'

Kayleigh took me into her mouth and started sucking me hard. She had brought me to the edge of cumming so many times that it actually hurt a little as she sucked me, but the only way I could get any relief was to cum. So, I clenched my teeth as she deepthroated me and gently cupped my swollen balls in her hand. I ground my teeth together against the pain, fighting for an orgasm. When I came, it felt like a dam had been broken, releasing a river of cum down Kayleigh's throat. She drank it all down in large gulps.

I lay back on my bed, breathing hard from the powerful orgasm. Kayleigh got dressed, told me she'd see me tomorrow, and left, just like that.

This continued every day for the rest of the week. Kayleigh would come over, I would lick her pussy and worship her ass, and she would stroke me until I got blue balls. After it started hurting, she would finally let me cum after the long teasing, and then she would leave. Thursday, during class, I actually hoped that she wouldn't come over. It was getting to be too much. I was sore just walking the hallways at school. I'm not the kind of guy who gets off on pain. If it were any other girl, I probably would have just put a stop to it. But, to be honest, Kayleigh could have been punching me in the face and I would still come back for more, so long as I got to worship her curvy body.

That day after school, I waited at my house, playing video games. Ahead of schedule, Kayleigh showed up. Apparently, she didn't have volleyball practice that day. I let her in and started the routine walk towards the stairs to my room. But, Kayleigh grabbed me by the hand and led me away from the stairs, taking me into the dining room. Standing just inside the doorway, Kayleigh peeled off the jeans she was wearing, revealing a lime green thong underneath, which she moved to the side, exposing herself. 

"Get on your knees and lick me," ordered Kayleigh, giving her ass a slap. She wanted to get straight to business. I was nervous about this sudden change of location. I mean, we were out in the open in my family's dining room. Even so, I was quick to obey, dropping to my knees and shoving my face in between her thick butt cheeks. I brought my tongue to her puckered asshole and lapped at it greedily. Kayleigh moaned in relief. She must have needed this badly. She pressed back against my frenzied tongue as it attacked her asshole.

Kayleigh reached down the front of her thong and slowly worked a finger inside her wet snatch. I pulled away from her crack for a moment to catch my breath and saw that the crotch of her panties was soaked through. As I struggled to catch my breath, she put her hand on the back of my head and shoved me back into her ass crack, and I started licking again. I could hear the sloppy sound of her fingers moving in and out of her juicy cunt. The sound was turning me on and I suddenly noticed that I was fully hard. I continued to lick at her sweet hole, moving my tongue in a circular motion around her brown pucker, then switching to a side to side motion. Her ass tasted sweeter and sweeter every day, like candy that gets better over time. I felt so perverted as I shamelessly and thoroughly ate out her ass.

"Take your pants off," said Kayleigh, quickly turning around and standing me up on my feet. I undid my pants as Kayleigh worked my shirt over my head. She was moving quickly and breathing heavily. She needed something, and she needed it badly. I kicked my pants off to the side just as Kayleigh stepped out of her thong. With one quick motion, she had her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath. We were now both completely naked, standing in my dining room. Kayleigh walked over to the large table in the middle of the room and bent herself over it, her face pressing into the smooth wood. She reached both of her hands back and spread her ass for me.

"Fuck my pussy, Dan." The sense of necessity in Kayleigh's voice turned my cock to stone. Also, something about a girl using the word "pussy" has always turned me on. I took position directly behind her. I looked down at the gorgeous, oversexed nymphomaniac bent over my family's dining room table; her round ass cheeks spread apart, her soft tits flattened against the wood beneath her, and her dripping wet pussy ready to be fucked. Jesus, she was so wet. She could have sat on my face and drowned me in pussy juice at that moment.

"Come on," she pleaded. "Stick it in. Now." I spat into my hand and spread it onto my dick. Every time I had been with Kayleigh before, I had been incredibly nervous. I don't know why this time was different, but my confidence suddenly spiked. I heard a small voice in the back of my head say, 'Do it. Fuck the shit out of her.'

I lined up my dick with her steaming hole and slowly worked my way inside her. Her pussy felt amazing on the bare skin of my cock. About a thousand sex-ed lectures were screaming at me in the back of my mind, but it just felt so fucking good. I began slowly humping into her as her juices covered my shaft until it glistened. I continued to pick up speed, encouraged by Kayleigh's moans of deep pleasure. She grew louder the harder I fucked her, so I was quickly thrusting at a quick pace. Kayleigh started meeting my thrusts, forcing my cock inside her even deeper.

"Fuck yeah," Kayleigh breathed. "Yeah. Yeah. Fuck me hard, Dan." Do you know that feeling when you're balls deep inside the girl you've been obsessing over for so long and she's telling you to fuck her hard? No? Well, let me tell you that you start blinking a lot to make sure you're not dreaming. Then you kind of just smile stupidly. It. Is. Fantastic.

I began slamming myself deep into Kayleigh's pussy. Her ass was now constantly shaking with how quickly I was bouncing her off my dick. Kayleigh had stopped meeting my thrusts and was now just helplessly taking it. She put her hands on the table on either side of her head to brace herself for the incredible pounding I was giving her. 

It felt amazing. I couldn't believe how much I was laying into her, or the stamina that I suddenly seemed to have. I felt like a fucking stallion as I thrust into her again and again. What's more, Kayleigh seemed to be loving it. She was moaning loudly, occasionally uttering nonsense words as she got her brains fucked into oblivion. I felt like I could fuck her like this all day long. I could feel the walls of her tight pussy gripping my cock as if she didn't want to let it go. I could feel my balls slap up against her clit with each stroke. I could feel.... 

A sudden thought occurred to me: This shouldn't be possible. A week ago, I had cum in my pants just from spanking Kayleigh. Now, I was fucking her like a pro. Then I put two and two together and realized what had happened. Kayleigh had desensitized me. All week, she had been giving me blue balls. Incredible lengths of time were spent hard and over stimulated. I had assumed she was punishing me for cumming too early by playing some wicked game with me. I suppose that was still somewhat true, but now I realized that she had been conditioning me. I was concerned for a minute as I considered the damage that had probably been done to nerve endings in my cock, but I quickly put that out of mind. If it meant I could fuck Kayleigh like this, I didn't care.

I stopped thinking about it and turned my full attention back to Kayleigh just in time. I looked back down and saw that her ass cheeks were clenched tightly together. Then I saw that nearly all of her body was flexed as well. She was going to cum, and it was going to be big. Kayleigh grew hushed, as if her voice was stuck in her throat. I gave her just a little more and then I felt her body begin to spasm. Her pussy clenched tightly around my cock and she began to shake.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Kayleigh screamed through her orgasmic pleasure. I had to stop fucking her and hold her body down to help keep her still. Her knees wobbled uncontrollably and I could tell they were going to give out. Together, we slid off of the table and onto the floor. I somehow managed to stay inside her as we moved into a doggystyle position with Kayleigh on her hands and knees. Her shaking continued as her powerful orgasm ran its course.

The tight grip of her pussy around my cock felt incredible and I resumed thrusting into her slowly as her orgasm began to fade. I reached under and cupped her tits in my hands. I massaged the soft globes and felt her nipples harden into the palms of my hands. I felt my cock begin to reach its limit. I was getting close to cumming.

"Holy shit, Kayleigh. You're going to make me cum," I said, delirious with pleasure. Kayleigh began pushing back against my thrusts again and I took that as a cue to resume fucking her hard. I picked up speed with each thrust and was soon hammering away at Kayleigh's juicy pussy once again. Once I reached a good pace, Kayleigh stopped pushing back into me. She bent herself down until her shoulders were resting on the floor, leaving her ass sticking up in the air. Then, with one hand, she reached under herself and began rubbing her clit, aggressively picking up speed.




Force Fed Ch. 03



"I'm going to cum again," said Kayleigh in between quick breaths. I couldn't believe it. She was already going to cum again. I began pounding into her as hard as I could muster. I felt my balls begin to tighten and knew I was going to cum as well. Each time I slammed against Kayleigh's backside, her body moved forward. I continued to relentlessly fuck her and soon realized that she had buckled beneath me. Kayleigh fell forward and was now lying flat on her stomach on the floor, writhing in the grip of her second orgasm.

I continued my pounding, smashing down on top of her, shaking her soft ass cheeks. I loved the way she looked getting fucked hard in this prone position.

"Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!" Kayleigh screamed. I felt the telltale signs from my cock that I was about to explode. I pulled out just in time. I grabbed ahold of my cock, drenched in Kayleigh's pussy juice, and aimed it down towards her pale cheeks. A wave of euphoria swept over me as my cum shot out, spattering onto Kayleigh's round ass. Long ropes of cum blasted out from the tip of my penis, emptying my balls and covering Kayleigh's big butt. A few uncontrollable grunts escaped my throat as my orgasm took hold of me. 

I fell backwards into a sitting position, exhausted and intensely satisfied. I had to place a hand on the floor to brace myself from falling over I was so worn out. I looked at Kayleigh, still lying flat on her stomach, completely naked on my dining room floor. I looked down at the massive load I had shot onto her ass just a few moments earlier. Most of it had landed near the center and was now collecting into a pool down in her crack. Kayleigh turned her head around and looked at the pool of cum on her ass. Then she reached back with one hand and scooped some of it up. She brought her hand to her mouth and sucked all of it off of her fingers. She did this several times, eagerly guzzling down my cum, until the majority of the sperm was gone.

Even though I had just recently cum, I was getting very turned on by watching this. I took about a million mental pictures to save for later.

Kayleigh then calmly stood up. Her ass and crotch were both still quite messy, but she found her panties and slid them on anyway. I continued to sit on the floor exhausted and watched as she methodically went about redressing herself without a word. Once she was fully clothed, Kayleigh picked up her purse from the floor and grabbed a small makeup mirror from it. She adjusted a few stray strands of hair, put the mirror back into her purse, said, "See ya," and then left. I heard her leave through the front door, and then I was all alone sitting naked on the dining room floor like an asshole.

I was perplexed to say the least. I thought.... No, I KNEW that we had just had some amazing sex. There was no doubt about that. Yet, Kayleigh had just stood up afterwards and left like it was nothing. I know this is a pretty lame thing to say, but I actually felt dirty. I had just been used. Here I thought that Kayleigh was getting all wet thinking about me, but really she just wanted my dick. Maybe not even my dick. Maybe she just wanted A dick. Any dick would have worked.

I felt strange being used like this. However, I wasn't about to let it keep bothering me. I knew what I was getting into when I started having sex with Kayleigh. She had made it very clear that I was just her boy toy. I smiled, picked up my clothes, and walked up to my room. The way I saw it, if Kayleigh just wanted some dick, it might as well be mine, right?

That was my philosophy for the next two weeks. Kayleigh came over almost every day. She would drag me into my room, or the kitchen, or the laundry room (on the washing machine during the spin cycle) and then she would basically give me orders that I would carry out with vigor. Most days, she had me eat her ass. I swear Kayleigh must have had a second clit in her asshole, because I have never met a girl who loved getting her ass licked as much as her. Then again, she may have just been getting off on the fact that she could make me do it whenever she wanted. 

Kayleigh liked to keep everything interesting. We rarely fucked the same way twice in a row. During those two weeks, we twisted in and out of every position imaginable. Sometimes, she wanted it in her pussy, and other times she wanted it deep in her ass. Sometimes, she wanted to be spanked, and other times she wanted to sit on my face. She introduced me to a large list of sex acts: once, she wanted to be tied up; another time, she deepthroated me; on several occasions, she brought toys with her. One of my favorites was when I fucked her pussy and used a dildo in her ass, double penetrating her. She came especially hard when we did that, so I began putting a finger in her ass whenever I fucked her doggystyle from then on.

Kayleigh was amazing. She always wanted it, and she had incredible stamina. As for myself, I was getting pretty good at fucking her. I might not have been good at sports, but I was a very fast learner when it came to sex. With all the practice that Kayleigh was giving me, it was no wonder I was soon fucking her like a pro. 

I felt incredibly lucky for a guy my age. Most men spend a lifetime trying to convince their frumpy suburban wives to do the sorts of things that Kayleigh seemed to naturally prefer. I was in heaven fucking her hungry pussy and her insatiable ass. She really was something special. Something was still bothering me though. The very first time I had fucked Kayleigh, she had said something that I didn't understand. She had mentioned that her friends might want to give me a try. That sounded like it could only be a good thing, but I still wasn't sure exactly what it meant. I soon found out.

After a couple weeks and countless orgasms, I got a text from Kayleigh. It was a Tuesday night, and she hadn't come by after school that day. I thought that maybe she was feeling horny and wanted to meet. It seemed she had something different in mind. The text read, "Meet me tomorrow after school @ 8th and Evergreen." That's all it said. I was excited to find out what Kayleigh had planned. I wasn't sure why she wanted me to meet her someplace new though. The corner of 8th Street and Evergreen was just down the street from the high school. What could she possibly be up to?

The next day, school went by incredibly slowly. I spent every second thinking of all the possible things that Kayleigh could have planned for me. I didn't learn a damn thing in math class that day because Kayleigh was wearing a pair of tight short shorts that clung to her ass. They rode up a little when she sat down, showing off all of her thick thighs and the very bottom of her left ass cheek. I couldn't even tell you what the math lesson was about.

After the final bell rang, dismissing all classes, I ran to my locker, grabbed all my things, and bolted out the front door. I quickly walked down the block until I was standing on the corner of 8th and Evergreen. And then, I waited. I waited and waited and waited. I must have checked the time on my phone a thousand times. More than a few times, I considered that I might be in the wrong place. I couldn't see why she would want to meet me here. It was a simple residential street and nobody I knew in the high school lived in the area.

At about 3:45, I finally saw Kayleigh's little white car approaching. She sure knew how to keep a guy waiting. She pulled up to the curb in front of me and told me to get in.

"What?" I said.

"Get in," repeated Kayleigh.

"Where are we going?" I said. This seemed to annoy her.

"I saw you staring at me in math today. If you ever want to fuck me again, you'll get in." I was still confused, but the answer was clear: I got in. Kayleigh shifted into drive, and we were off. I waited for an explanation, but Kayleigh never offered one.

"So, why did you have me meet you on the corner if we're just going somewhere else anyways?" I said.

"What are you talking about?" said Kayleigh.

"I mean, why didn't you just have me meet you in the parking lot?" I said. Kayleigh laughed out loud.

"Are you serious? Me and you meeting up in the parking lot? So that everyone can see?" That actually hurt me a little.

"Well, I mean...." I said meekly. We stopped at an intersection and Kayleigh turned to look at me.

"Dan, don't be fucking dense," she said. "You've got a nice cock and one hell of a tongue, but you're not my fucking boyfriend." Kayleigh could immediately see that what she said was bothering me a bit. "Can you deal with that?" I was quiet for a moment while I gave that some real thought. Once again, the answer was clear.

"Yeah," I said. "I can deal with that."

"Good answer," said Kayleigh. "Now, would you like to get some pussy?"

"I... umm..."

"Better give me an answer quickly, Dan."

"Yes," I spat out. "I would like some pussy."

"Good boy," said Kayleigh, and we were driving once again. We drove for a few more minutes until we reached the downtown area. I still didn't know what we were doing, but I was learning not to ask a lot of questions. We pulled into the parking lot of Hank's, the town's local steak house, and parked. Kayleigh cut the engine and turned to me.

"It's my friend's birthday, so we're meeting her here. You hungry?" she asked. I wasn't. I looked around quizzically at my seemingly random surroundings. "Say yes and you get a treat."

"Yes," I said, hesitantly. We got out of the car and walked inside. I had never been inside of Hank's before. My parents didn't like the place, so we had never gone. It was a small chain restaurant in our area, so it was a strange mix of small business and corporate franchise. We walked up to the host stand and waited to be greeted. It was almost completely empty inside the restaurant since it was the slow hours for them. A hostess took notice of us from across the room and walked towards us.

As she got nearer, I realized that I recognized her. Her name was Shyla and she had graduated from my high school last year. I remembered her because it's hard to forget someone who looked like her. Shyla was around 6'3"; very, very tall for a girl. She was the center for the girls' basketball team when she was still in school. Everyone in her family was big like her; Scandinavian blood. She was tall, but not lanky. In fact, she was pretty well built. It's hard to describe her to someone who isn't familiar with Midwest Scandinavian-American families. She was big, but everything was perfectly proportioned for her height.

Shyla had been pretty popular at my school, hanging out with the same crowd as Kayleigh and all the other popular girls. Shyla was definitely hot. Personally, I think taller girls are very attractive. On top of that, Shyla had beautiful, shining blonde hair, a pretty face, and a pair of D-cup tits that always stretched her shirt out. She had a marvelous ass as well. It may have been a little flatter than Kayleigh's, but it was also sized proportional to her body, making it big and juicy. It had a longer quality to it like Laci's, which I had acquired a taste for. (pun incredibly intended)

Shyla smiled when she saw that it was Kayleigh who had walked in the door and quickly walked over to give her a big hug.

"Oh my God. Kayleigh?! What are you doing here?" said Shyla excitedly.

"I came to wish you happy birthday," said Kayleigh. The girls hugged each other. Kayleigh playfully reached down and gave Shyla's ass a squeeze, you know, like girls do. Shyla laughed.

"Oh! Is that my present?" Shyla said.

"Actually, funny you should ask...." said Kayleigh. 

"Is that so? What do I really get? Did you get me something good?"

"I did," said Kayleigh mischievously. "I heard you had to work tonight. So, since you can't go out later, I brought him with me here."

"Oooo, I'm so excited," Shyla said. "Gimme gimme gimme.... Wait. Did you say him?" I too was curious. 

Kayleigh gestured towards me like a model on The Price is Right. "This is Dan," she said. Shyla and I both got confused. I looked first at Kayleigh, and then at Shyla as I began to put everything together. Then, maybe a little slower than I should have, I finally got it: I was the present. 'Wait,' I thought, 'I'm the present? ME?'

"This guy?" said Shyla in a derisive tone. Apparently, Shyla and I were confused for different reasons. Clearly, she was disappointed in her present. I didn't even know if I should be offended or not. Kayleigh put her hand on Shyla's shoulder reassuringly.

"Trust me," said Kayleigh. "Do you have time to go on break?"

Shyla looked me over. It's strange knowing that a girl is looking at your body and trying to evaluate you. I found myself not sure about how I should stand. I put my hands in my pockets, immediately took them out, crossed my arms, and then let them hang at my sides all within a few seconds."

"Ok," Shyla finally said. "I guess I have to trust you, Kayleigh. Come with me." Shyla took us through the restaurant to a door leading back into the kitchen. Even the kitchen was dead at that hour. There were a couple people standing around not doing anything, but that was about it. If anyone took notice of us, they didn't seem to care. Shyla took us to the staff break room, a small room connected to the kitchen with one small table. There was also a door leading to a bathroom inside. Shyla opened the door and walked into the bathroom. Kayleigh followed right behind her. I paused for a moment, unsure if I was supposed to follow. Kayleigh turned around, though and motioned me inside.

Once we were all inside, Shyla shut the door and locked it behind us. It was a fairly large room for only having the one toilet. It was the sort of bathroom you would expect to find in a gas station -- one toilet, one sink, and then just a whole lot of empty space. Thankfully, it seemed to be much cleaner than the average gas station bathroom.

"So," said Shyla, "this is the new toy you've been telling me about." Was she talking about me? I'm pretty sure she was talking about me. "The one who got dominated by the volleyball team?" Well, that cleared that right up.

"That's right," said Kayleigh. "And, he's going to do whatever you want him to do. Isn't that right, Dan?" Kayleigh looked at me as she said that and smiled. The way she said it made me feel... dirty... yet again. I was being treated like a piece of meat that Kayleigh happened to own. I was.... I was a whore. I panicked a little bit in my head as the realization occurred. I was a whore, and Kayleigh was my pimp. My first instinct was to be morally mortified. How did Kayleigh go from using me for sex to whoring me out to her friends? I mean, being her boy toy was one thing, but pimping me out whenever she wanted was something else altogether.

I almost said no. I almost just walked out the door. But, then I thought, 'Why not? Why not do it?' If I walked out right then, I would probably never get to fuck Kayleigh ever again. And, like I said earlier, she could have been punching me in the balls and I would have come back for more. She had that kind of power over me. Plus, it's not like I hadn't fantasized once or twice about Shyla. So, I decided to nut up and accept my new role as a whore, however degrading it might be. A guy like me doesn't really have a backup plan for getting laid.

"The volleyball team always was a bunch of sluts," said Shyla. "He looks a little scrawny. Whatever happened to Dean? I used to love fucking Dean."

"Dean went to college in Oregon or somewhere," said Kayleigh. "Trust me. Dan will surprise you. I've been... teaching him. You know, if you don't want your present, I'd be happy to take it away and let you get back to your shift." Listening to them talk together, you would have thought I wasn't even in the same room as them.

"I'm sorry, Kayleigh," said Shyla. "I didn't mean to be mean. He's just a little... different than your usual boys. OK. That's ok. Let's ... let's see what he's got." With that, she took off her shoes and tossed them aside. "Get on your knees," she said to me. I did as she said. Then Shyla took off her work uniform. She stood tall above me wearing only a lacey black bra and a matching thong. She had a great body. She may have been bigger than me and... well, let's face it, probably stronger, but she was very feminine in her own way. Kayleigh put the seat down on the toilet and sat down cross legged to watch. Shyla then turned around, facing away from me. She had to bend her knees to get down to my level, and then she pressed her ass into my face. My nose just barely caressed the fabric of her thong in the crack of her ass. The smell of her was warm and somehow soothing. 

With her hands on her knees, she turned her head and said, "Lick my ass, boy toy." It seemed that Shyla had similar tastes to Kayleigh's. Having willingly accepted my role in all of this, I quickly reached up and grabbed onto her hips. Then I stuck out my tongue and ran it up the length of Shyla's crack, starting as far down as I could reach and ending at the top. The sensation sent a small shiver through Shyla's body. I did this two more times then moved on to licking her sizeable cheeks. With long, deliberate licks, I ran my tongue all over the soft skin of her ass, building up the anticipation as best I could.

Without being told, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of Shyla's thong and slowly peeled it off of her body. I noted that she had no tan lines whatsoever. I put a hand on both of her ass cheeks. I spread her ass open and was only slightly surprised to see a fairly well-fucked asshole. It wasn't gaping wide or anything, but you can usually tell when a girl takes it up the ass fairly regularly by the look of her asshole. Shyla's was still pretty, but she was obviously a huge anal slut. I smiled to myself, realizing what that would mean for me later on.

I stuck out my tongue again and plunged it into Shyla's hole. I brought my lips tight around it and started Frenching her ass passionately. Shyla started to moan and began lightly rubbing her clit with her hand. She pushed back against my tongue, urging it to explore deeper. I pushed the tip inside her hole. My nostrils were filled with the sweet aroma growing stronger from her pussy. It didn't take a lot to get her going.

Shyla straightened up and turned around, standing over me. Still remaining standing, she lowered her pussy down to me. My head was engulfed by her large thighs as I started licking at her sweet juices with my head tilted nearly straight up. I lightly licked along her lips and teased her pussy. Then I attacked her clit in a battery of tongue lashes. Shyla's legs tightened around my head in response. I could hear her breathing getting heavier as I continued to eat her out.

"Oh God," said Shyla. "That's so good. Kayleigh, did you teach him that?"

"No, I never had to teach him any of that. He's a natural with that tongue. When he starts fucking you though, that's all me." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Kayleigh had slid her shorts and panties down to her ankles and was rubbing her pussy gently with her fingers.

I reached up with my right hand and worked my middle finger inside of Shyla's pussy. Her juices were really flowing now. I fingered her for a while, making sure to get my finger covered in pussy juice. Then I pulled it out and reached around to her ass. I found her asshole and slid my middle finger up her ass with ease. Shyla let out a deep moan. She grabbed the back of my head and began moving her hips back and forth, slowly fucking my face. We continued like that for some time. Shyla's breathing became increasingly labored, and I thought she was going to have me eat her out until she came. But, Shyla suddenly pulled away from my mouth.

"Holy shit, this boy has got a tongue," said Shyla. Then to me she said, "Stand up. Take off your shirt." I got to me feet and slipped my shirt over my head quickly. Licking Shyla had gotten me turned on. Shyla attacked my pants with her hands, impatiently taking off my belt and sliding both my jeans and underwear down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Shyla got on her knees, reached out and grabbed ahold of my semi-hard cock, just holding it in her hand as if she was examining it.




Force Fed Ch. 03



"Hmm," she said. "Who would have thought?" I was starting to consider that I had a bigger cock than I gave myself credit for. Shyla gently stroked me a few times. I was growing hard rapidly. Then she looked up at me, finally making eye contact with me. I saw desire in her eyes and I knew her mouth was the next stop for my hard dick. Maintaining eye contact the whole time, she bent forward at the waist, opened her mouth, and swallowed the entire shaft until her soft lips rested against my balls; no gag reflex whatsoever. My leg involuntarily shook slightly from the sensation. She held position for a long time; my dick stuffed down her throat. She continued to look up at me the whole time. I don't completely understand it, but there is something incredibly erotic about a girl looking up at you while she has your cock in her mouth.

After she ran out of air, Shyla finally broke eye contact and pulled back, gasping as my cock escaped her tight lips. Quickly, though, her mouth was back around my cock, slurping up and down, spending a few extra seconds every now and then to work the tip. She was a fantastic cock sucker. I was fully hard in no time at all.

Shyla stopped sucking me to take off her bra. Her big D-cups spilled out of her bra, jiggling wonderfully. She cupped them both in her hands and positioned her body closer to mine. Then she stuck my rock hard cock in between her tits and pressed them together, surrounding my cock in soft flesh. Then she started moving them up and down so that I was titty fucking her. Kayleigh had done this with me once or twice, but Shyla's tits were much better suited for it. With the size of them moving up and down my pole, it felt like I was actually fucking her if I closed my eyes. Shyla lowered her head down as far as she could and took the head of my penis into her mouth once again. Now I was getting a titty fuck while she sucked on the tip of my penis. 

Shyla clearly knew how to handle a cock. I wanted to cum right there. It felt amazing. But, I remembered that I was the whore in this particular situation. This wasn't for my pleasure. I was a gift for Shyla, and I knew she had a lot more in mind before I got to cum. Sure enough, as soon as I thought that, Shyla stopped what she was doing and stood up.

"There," she said. "Now you're hard as a rock. Lay down."

"What?" I said, surprised at the request. She really wanted me to lie down on this bathroom floor? I mean, I'm not a germaphobe or anything, but come on.

"Lay. Down," ordered Shyla. I could tell this wasn't up for debate, so, being the good whore that I was, I lay down on my back on the cold floor with my hard cock laying against my stomach. Shyla stood above me with a foot firmly planted on either side of my body. She turned so her back was facing me and slowly squatted down onto my cock. She gripped it firmly in her hand and guided it into her waiting pussy. Shyla slowly worked herself down onto my cock until her ass rested on top of me and a soft "Ooooh," escaped her lips.

Her pussy felt warm as it gripped my cock. She began working herself up and down on top of me, picking up speed as she went along. Up and down, up and down. I had an amazing view of her ass as it jiggled each time she came down onto me. A few weeks ago, I probably would have cum just from the sight of that. However, I had learned a few things since then to suppress myself thanks to all the practice Kayleigh had given me. I was feeling extremely confident and knew that I was going to be able to fuck Shyla for as long as she wanted. 

I reached out and grabbed onto Shyla's hips. Each time she came down, I forced her down onto my cock a little harder. I also began thrusting up into her each time, forcing my cock deep into her pussy. Shyla's moans became deeper the more forceful I was with her.

I turned my head to the side and looked at Kayleigh. She had taken off the rest of her clothes, so now all of us were completely naked. Kayleigh had the middle finger of her left hand second-knuckle deep in her pussy while she rubbed her clit using her other hand. She clearly was enjoying the show. She saw me looking at her and smiled at me. It was a strange sort of moment; almost as if she were proud of me in some way.

I turned my attention back to Shyla as she was riding me hard. With her hands holding onto my shins and her feet still planted wide on the ground, she had a lot of leverage as she slammed her pussy down onto my cock. She was being very forceful, and I could see why they used to call her the "Amazon" in high school. She was definitely in control of the situation. 

Shyla smashed her pussy down as far as she could take me and began grinding on top of me. With my cock deep inside her, she gyrated her hips on top of me, hitting all the right spots for her. Then she lifted up, letting my cock slip out from between her slick pussy lips.

"Kayleigh, did you bring any lube?" she said.

"Of course," said Kayleigh. She stopped fingering herself to grab a bottle of KY from her purse. She tossed it to Shyla. Shyla squirted out a generous amount of the jelly into her hand and reached back to smear it across her asshole. She worked it into her ass with her middle finger, making sure she was extremely well lubed. With the extra KY on her hand, she grabbed my cock and slicked it up also. My cock jumped in excitement. I was going to fuck this Amazon right up the ass.

Shyla remained in the same position as before, squatting over my cock reverse cowgirl style. She rotated her hips forward a little to line up her ass with my cock, which was now bulging with veins. Then she lowered herself back down. The head of my dick pressed firmly up against her back door, meeting a little resistance. But, once the tip penetrated her tight ring, the rest slipped inside easily. Just like that, Shyla's ass had swallowed half of my cock in an instant.

"Uuunggggh," Shyla grunted as her asshole stretched around my dick. She paused, and I thought she was going to let her ass adjust to the size. However, the pause was only a moment, and then she went back to impaling herself inch by inch until our bodies were firmly pressed together and she could go no lower.

"Holy shit," I said involuntarily, the thoughts of my cock now escaping through my mouth. It felt amazing. Shyla's ass took me so easily. I reflected on the fact that my cock was buried in the ass of one of the tallest, hottest girls I knew and, as easily as she took it, I realized that she was going to fuck the shit out of me. Sure enough, Shyla was soon bouncing up and down. As the lube began to coat more and more of her insides, we were soon fucking at a good pace. 

I was in heaven. I couldn't believe I had almost objected to doing this earlier. If I had left, I would have missed out on all of it: Shyla's ass smashing down on top of me, eagerly taking my cock; Kayleigh off to the side, fingering herself into a stupor as she watched us; and, above all, the huge smile plastered across my face. I couldn't have frowned right then even if I had wanted to. Everything was perfect.

I started to reflect on all of the events that had led up to this moment. Really, it was me being a little pervert that had gotten me this far. It was all because I had been taking pictures of the volleyball girls that they had conspired to get me into the girls' lockerroom and force me to lick their asses as punishment. It was because I had gotten an erection while doing it that I realized how much I liked it. It was because I had licked Kayleigh's ass that she had noticed how good I was at it. It was because of Kayleigh that I had gotten everything else. 

I owed Kayleigh so much. She had taken my virginity and then some; destroyed my virginity, really. She had opened me up to a whole world of perverseness. She had done things to me I never thought would happen to me in my entire life. In light of all of that, I was perfectly fine with her whoring me out to her friends. And, even that was enjoyable, I noted as Shyla continued to bounce her ass up and down on my cock.

She wasn't holding back either. Shyla was really giving herself a nice, hard buttfucking. She slammed herself down again and again, taking me as deep as she could, then rotating her hips forward to force me deeper still. Her ass was hungry and it had quite the appetite.

Slowly, Shyla's bouncing started to get weaker. She was getting tired. 'Not a problem,' I thought. I began thrusting up harder, taking over doing the work. As I continued to thrust upwards, Shyla stopped moving all together and held still a few inches above me, letting me do all the work. I took the opportunity to fuck her as hard as I could manage. I flexed all the muscles in my lower body and began hammering up into her, making her ass clap loudly. I fixated on her shaking ass, trying to see how fast I could make it jiggle.

"Oh shit!" Shyla said. "Yes. Yes. Oh God fuck me. Fuck meeeeeeeeeee." She continued to moan and squeal, holding on tight as I fucked her silly. Then I had an idea. Shyla seemed to be loving everything I did to her. I knew that I was just supposed to be doing whatever she told me to do, but I was beginning to see what Shyla really wanted. She wanted to get fucked hard by a man who could take charge. She may have been an Amazon, but all she really wanted was to lose control and take it hard up the ass. So, I took a chance.

I slipped my cock out of her ass, slid out from underneath her, and stood up quickly.

"Wha... what are... you doing," Shyla said in between large breaths of air.

"Get up," I said, standing her up with my arms. Now I was going to give her orders. I was just hoping I was right and that this didn't backfire. Shyla stood up and I moved her up against the wall right next to where Kayleigh was sitting. Kayleigh stopped fingering herself momentarily to see what I was up to. She seemed intrigued.

I reached down and lifted up Shyla's right leg off the ground, holding it there. Then I smacked her hard on the ass and shoved my ridiculously hard prick back into her hungry asshole.

"Take it in your ass, bitch," I heard myself say. Jesus, I must have been out of my fucking mind. Shyla gasped as I plunged balls deep up her butthole.

"OH!" she said. "Yeah, that's the spirit. Fuck my ass. Fuck my slutty little hole." Shyla began meeting my thrusts as I pounded into her. With her arms supporting her up against the wall and one leg up in the air, she looked so vulnerable. I felt like I could do whatever I wanted to her.

"Yeah, you like taking it up the ass you fucking slut?" I said. I seemed to have Shyla pegged. I even knew how she liked to be talked to while she got fucked.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" screamed Shyla. 

"Oh yeah," I said. "I'm gonna fuck your ass hard." I felt a little silly talking like this, but it was also a pretty big turn on. I picked up my pace and Shyla answered with unintelligible garbles of sound.

Kayleigh stood up and slowly walked around us. She stopped every now and then to admire the view from a certain angle, sometimes touching her pussy or cupping her breast. Knowing that she was watching was urging me that much more. I continued my assault on Shyla's ass, imagining how we looked from Kayleigh's perspective. It was strange to imagine scrawny little me positioned behind Shyla. I had to stand on my tip toes just so that my cock could reach her, and that was with her knee bent a little. 

Shyla started to shake at the knees as she grew weaker. We moved back down to the ground and I bent Shyla over the seat of the toilet in a doggystyle position. Shyla didn't care that she was on her knees bent over a toilet. In fact, I think she got off on how filthy the whole act was. 

Now on my knees, I resumed my thrusting. God, I could have stared at Shyla's backside all day; her big ass pressing against me, her long back stretched out in front of my leading up to her firm, muscular shoulders and arms. Shyla didn't have bulging, body-builder muscles or anything, but, like I said, she was pretty well built. It felt good to take control of someone like that. It felt good to make a girl who would sooner write me off than talk to me beg for my cock in her ass.

Kayleigh kneeled down beside Shyla. She winked at me, clearly impressed out how well I was doing. Then she reached under Shyla and began kneading one of her big tits in her hand. Damn, it was hot to see Kayleigh touch another girl like that. I began to wonder what else these two had done together in the past. But, that thought was interrupted as Kayleigh bent forward at the waist and lay her head down on top of Shyla's ass. Kayleigh's cheek pressed against Shyla's with her face pointed towards me. Then she looked up at me and opened her mouth. I stared down in disbelief. 'When did my life suddenly get so awesome,' I thought. 

I pulled out of Shyla's ass and stuck my cock into Kayleigh's waiting mouth. Her lips closed tightly around it and she sucked me wantonly. Kayleigh, my filthy, slutty little fuck buddy, was going ass to mouth using her friend's ass. I could not have been more turned on.

Kayleigh sucked me for a few moments, and then released me from her mouth. Then I plunged back into Shyla and fucked her some more. After a few moments of that, I dipped my cock back into Kayleigh's mouth. I continued to do this several more times. The last time Kayleigh sucked me, she guided my cock back into Shyla and then stood up. She walked behind me and got on her knees. She pressed her body close to mine, holding onto my hips with her hands. Our bodies fit together perfectly.

Kayleigh began thrusting forward, moving me as if we were the same person. We started humping Shyla; Kayleigh behind me as if she were fucking Shyla using my cock. I seemed to just be along for the ride. Kayleigh did always know how to take control of any situation. Shyla was still moaning on my cock, loving every second of this. Shyla's moaning grew higher and higher pitched until it sounded desperate. That's when Kayleigh put her mouth up to my ear.

"You know, Shyla always cums the hardest when a guy pounds her ass like this," she whispered. Then Kayleigh reached all the way around me and underneath Shyla until she found her clit. She rubbed it quickly, while still thrusting me into her. Shyla's reaction was almost immediate. She began to shake violently and squealed in pleasure.

"Yes. Fuck yeah. Oh God I'm cumming," Shyla yelled. I felt her asshole tighten around my cock as her body erupted in orgasm. Kayleigh loved watching Shyla cum. With her mouth close to my ear, I could feel her hot breath as she panted just over my shoulder. I could also feel the wetness from her pussy growing as her clit smashed up against my bare ass. Kayleigh was grinding her clit against me hard as we continued to thrust together. The friction was getting her close to cumming as well, and I had been fighting off my own orgasm for some time by that point.

"Let's cum together," said Kayleigh. "Let's cum inside her." Kayleigh began thrusting behind me quicker and harder, forcing my cock into Shyla's helpless asshole. Shyla squealed loudly as my cock plowed into her forcefully. I heard Kayleigh start to moan loudly from the friction on her clit.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum," I heard her say in an airy tone. Kayleigh reached around me to grab onto Shyla's hips. With one last, firm push she thrust us hard into Shyla and held us there. My cock began to twitch and a fountain of cum began to rush out of me. Kayleigh and I moaned together deliriously throughout our simultaneous orgasm. My cum filled Shyla's ass as it continued to shoot again and again. I didn't think I would ever stop cumming. 

After what seemed like an entire gallon shot out of my balls, Kayleigh leaned back and we began to untangle. I pulled my cock out of Shyla, and looked down at the messy creampie I had left her. She remained still, exhausted on the seat of the toilet. I sat off to the side to admire my handy work.

Kayleigh, though, wasn't quite finished. Remaining on her knees behind Shyla, she reached up and spread Shyla's ass apart. Now, I wish I had a camera for what I saw next, because I have never seen it since. Kayleigh brought her mouth up to Shyla's asshole and locked her lips tight around it. Then Shyla began pushing my load out of her ass. I saw Kayleigh's eyes widen as my cum began to flow into her mouth, leaking and sputtering out of Shyla's ass. Kayleigh eagerly chugged it down, eating my cum straight out of Shyla's hole.

Shyla continued to push, making sure Kayleigh would get all of it. When she couldn't push any more of it out, Kayleigh stuck her tongue into Shyla's ass and thoroughly rimmed her out, making sure she was nice and clean. Kayleigh finished up licking Shyla, turned towards me, and smiled, a drop of cum hanging from her bottom lip.

We were all exhausted, but nobody could stop smiling. We had all gotten exactly what we needed, and there was an extreme sense of satisfaction in the room.

After we finally regained enough energy to move, we all got dressed again. Shyla, who had to go straight back to work, made sure her hair was straight in the mirror, then she led us back out to the front of the restaurant. Nothing had changed since we arrived. The restaurant was still basically empty. The few workers that were there were still just hanging out in the kitchen. 

We reached the host station at the front and stopped. Shyla bent down and gave Kayleigh a playful peck on the cheek.

"Thank you so much for my birthday present. I loved it," she said.

"Oh, you know I always aim to please," said Kayleigh. Shyla laughed.

"And you," she said, pointing at me, "I go on break a lot. Come back and see me sometime." I managed a nervous smile and my face turned red. I guess I may have grown confidence during sex, but I was still a shy little nerd everywhere else.

Kayleigh and I walked out of the restaurant. I stared at her ass as she walked to the car, and she made sure to swing it back and forth a little extra for me to see.

I couldn't wait to see what she was going to have me do next.



Force Feminized Up Ass



"Yea I thought the singing was OK but I don't really go for that style too much" 

"And the girls?" Brian prompted me. 

"Oh come on Brian leave him alone we all know he's not really interested in girls." 

"Give him a chance, people can change! Perhaps Carl's developing an eye for them now eh Carl?? I mean they weren't bad looking. So, apart from their style what did you think of them?" 

I was together with Mike and Bryan and a number amongst many of my old school friends. The local pub had got in this group of country style singers. 

I think in sexual relations it is sometimes hard to define the difference between consent and coercion. The reader will have no doubt that in the events which follow I was not always in full consent to what was happening, but I say this most passionately; if I had not been pushed that evening I may never have discovered my true self, sexuality and gender. It was the turning point of my life. I now know my body needed what was done to me even if I didn't realise it at the time. 

So back to the events that evening. I had developed a knack of turning their teasing about my effeminate physique into light hearted banter but they never got tired of it and that evening they had pestered me to go out with them although I had planned to stay home. 

"I sort of .... Yea they were OK." I replied then trying to be more forthcoming I added "They almost seemed a bit masculine somehow!" 

"'Takes one to spot one' that's what they say!" interrupted Jamie who had been facing the other way sipping his beer. 

"What do you mean" I protested. "I'm not a girl! OK I don't have big muscles and hulking great shoulders like you but surely I'm still male!" 

Jamie leant over towards me and said in a low voice. "And so are they!!"

"Jamie that beer's going to your head!" said Bryan. "I'd fuck that lot any time, even the fat one!" 

"Well you'd be fucking ass-holes and not cunts cos they've all got cocks." "No I'm telling you it's true! A mate of mine dated one a couple of months back and got a hell of a surprise!" 

"Well whatever the case I'm not female or she-male." I said half hoping to prolong this line of conversation. 

"Aren't you now? But you might get fucked like one!" said Jamie looking me squarely in the eye. 

In all the years none of them had ever done or even suggested anything like that to me. The 'in' rule at school was homophobic so no one wanted to be seen as gay. I had felt that many of them would like to have fucked me but were terrified of being discovered. I liked being teased about my looks and my body as it made me feel good but this time I had gone very red in the face and I noticed the others were all looking at me intently. I found myself getting thrilled by what Jamie had said. Then I began to wonder if he had really said it. So when the conversation veered away I felt disappointed. 

"So who's going to prove it?" said Mike to Jamie amid a lot of laughter.

"I don't believe it. If that was true it would be common knowledge" said Bryan. 

"Better follow them when they go to the toilets!" suggested Nick, who had just joined our circle. 

"If you'd been reading your tabloids mate, you'd know there's been a hell of a lot of speculation about them. They say they're all feminist fanatics too. Nobody had heard of them a couple of months ago and this has helped them get publicity." 

"Yea well that's what it is then, just a publicity rumour. Till they get found out." 

"Now's the time then! They're staying up at the Guest House. Who's going to play detective?" 

I had kept very quiet since my earlier protests. But I leapt at this challenge perhaps because of a desperation to draw attention to myself. So was already thinking hard about how to get in there and take some pics. I could prove myself to the others. The more I thought about it the more I was gripped with the idea. 

It was a wet night so I had the added cover of a raincoat. My digital camera was safely in my pocket. I thought how fantastic it would be to get a good full frontal shot of one of them. 

The first stage was to get into the guest house un-noticed. I had been there before and I knew the interior roughly. I also knew that they did not have en-suite facilities in every room so I guessed some of them would have to make use of the communal bathroom. 

I had made an excuse and slipped away from the pub early so I knew I had a little time before the group got back to their rooms. I was ready with excuses as to why I was there but fortunately there seemed to be no-one around. I went up the stairs with a feeling of gathering excitement and wary of any sounds around me. 

I was half way up when suddenly a door opened in the corridor below. It was out of sight so I hurried on up and across the landing to what I thought was the bathroom. 

I was right but it was smaller than I expected. Where was I going to hide? There was no easy cupboard. There were only shelves and I didn't fancy trying to conceal myself on one in amongst the towels. What if she went to choose a new towel?! 

Then I noticed an extra curtain next to the shower. It covered a little recess which housed some cleaning materials. I went in, pulled the curtain across and realised that my feet and ankles were still easily visible below the curtain so I stood on a plastic bucket. Luckily I am quite light! 

About half an hour later I heard voices at first far away downstairs then getting nearer. They were laughing and giggling and sounded quite drunk. Soon their voices were very plain and near. 

"Hey what did you tell them? How long have we got. Shit I've got to get showered before they get here" 

"Don't worry Suzy they'll fuck you anyway!" More shrieks and laughter. 

Suddenly the door burst open. I froze as I stood on the bucket, but I could just see through a crack in the curtains. My heart was pounding. This was Mandy, a big girl, I recognised as the lead singer. In a second she flung off all her clothes in a heap on the floor and I could see her large brown body from behind. She had big female buttocks but then she turned to reveal a pair of large firm breasts then I almost gasped. I had caught sight of her cock. It was huge and massively erect! She must have been excited after the conversation on the stairs.

As well as trying to keep still I had to control my emotions which were in turmoil. Her large body was very big and somehow intimidating. Her brown shoulders were so close to me now I could see every pore of her shiny brown skin. I felt really scared, she was twice my size and had a very determined air about her; not that manly feeling I had back at the pub, this time I stood there petrified and almost afraid to breath. 

Presently she stepped into the shower cubicle right next to me and I got another good look at her cock and balls just before she drew the curtain. I remember thinking how big they were. But then I had not had much chance to see many erect penises apart from my own and this one was over twice my size! 

Then a new fear gripped me. What if I was so scared about moving that she left before I got a shot of her? That would be a disaster! So I got my camera all ready while there was plenty of noise coming from the shower. 

She soon finished and the curtain was flung back as she threw out a long bare arm to grab a towel. I had to be very quick. My heart was thumping so hard I was afraid she would hear it. 

I was just trying to work out which way she would turn and where to hold the camera when suddenly there she was facing me presenting a perfect full frontal view of the most fantastic set of male genitals you could imagine on a smooth curvaceous female body. She was too near to get a good shot of all of her but I managed to point the camera through a crack in the curtain at about the height of her genitals and carefully pressed the trigger. 

The camera flashed! I had forgotten to turn it off. She screamed and came straight at me where I was standing. My only thought was to try to get away. I made a dash for the door but she had grabbed my clothing and was shouting abuse at me. 

"You fucking filthy rotten bastard!! Come on hand it over!" She had hold of my camera now and my wrist with her other hand. This girl was strong and making a hell of a commotion. 

Soon there were people outside hammering on the door and for some reason I pushed back the catch so it opened. I think in my panic I thought they might help me but it was the rest of them. 

"He hid and tried to photo me! The fucking swine! You're going pay for this you bastard! No one treats us like that and gets away with it! Get him in the room girls!" 

Mandy and the other six transsexual girls were all over me now and I had no hope of getting away. I was bungled into one of the bedrooms and flung me on a bed. 

Mandy had a wild expression on her face and flashing eyes. The excitement had caused her cock to soften a little but it still hung like a thick piece of hose. 

"Right first things first; get that film out of the camera." 

"What do mean you can't open it you dunce!" She shouted to Suzy who was trying desperately to do as she was told. 

"It's a digital one, you have to delete it" I said trying to be helpful.

"You fucking shut your mouth or I'll stuff it full. Yea delete it Suzy! Oh give it here then and I'll do it!" 

But Mandy was no more technically minded herself. 

"If just give it me I'll delete it for you" I said. 

"You fucking men you always know best. But you didn't remember to turn off the flash! No you forgot that you plonker!" Did I detect her manner cooling off a little? I deleted the pic and showed her it was gone. 

"It wasn't much good anyway it was out of focus" I said 

"Well we're going to get a good close look at you and in sharp focus! Come on girls. Off with his pants!!" 

Two of them pulled off my jeans and pants together as the others crowded to get a good look at me. I felt cool air about my privates and my bare bum. 

"Not much of a man are you? No wonder you couldn't get away from me. Your muscles are puny and your cock's ... well .. pathetic!!" They were all laughing now and Mandy was enjoying her moment of triumph. 

"Turn him over, lets have a look at his ass." 

"Wow!! now that's quite something. Nice big and smooth, I like it." she said running her hand over my buttocks. "You're nearly one of us you know! All you need is a bit of a helping hand" 

There were several hands now all feeling my buttocks but Mandy was already exploring my crack. I felt her finger on my anus. 

"Hey you're all creamy here! Here! feel this he's all creamy!!" I felt several fingers exploring my ass-hole now and some were pushing their fingers up inside. 

It was just something I always did after showering. It made me feel good with the lads when I knew my hole was lubed. 

Mandy's cock was hard again and the other were pulling their pants down. They all had stiff dicks and some looked really long. 

"Perhaps the guys have fucked him. He's definitely gay" 

"Hey what have you been up to? You go into a girl's bathroom with a lubed ass-hole!" 

"It smells like baby oil. I reckon he's ready for it" said a big blond girl. Mandy put her face close to mine and looked me straight in the eyes. "Do you know what we're going to do to you?" she said. 

"We're going to fuck you up your bottom!" 

"Aren't we girls?!" 

"Yeeeaaahhh!!" they all screamed. 

It was a bizarre situation. I was surrounded by seven big full breasted she-males all with erect cocks much bigger than mine. 

As I lay on the bed on my stomach I felt Mandy's naked body coming down on top of me from behind They had stripped me completely nude by now and all I could do was to lie there and wait for what ever was coming. 

It didn't take long! I felt Mandy's big firm cock probing my asshole. I tried to resist by squeezing my buns together and concentrated on keeping my anus tight. But I couldn't hold out. The feeling I got as her long hairs brushed the back of my neck and the scent if the other girl's perfumes was too much for me. I felt my sphincter yielding as she plunged her long she-male prick into me then I just felt this great presence welling up inside me as her drove her rigid dick right up my rectum. 

The others were all standing around watching in a circle and sporting massive erections. They could see every detail as Mandy thrust her thick shining shaft in and out of my bum hole. Her whole body was bounding my ass and her hair was thrashing all over my face as her thrust into me more and more vigorously with her whole body. I felt almost crushed by her weight and completely powerless to resist. 

Then she started squealing with joy and excitement as she got to climax and all the others were squealing too as she suddenly shot her cum load straight up me. I felt her hot ejaculations squirting up my ass-hole as she pumped her cum up my bum. 

But then at that very moment I heard the bedroom door open and a familiar deep male voice said: 

"Hello! what have we got here?!" 

"Hey it's you Carl! Got yourself well and truly shafted at last, haven't you!" 

"Well not a moment too soon really." He pushed forward to take a close look at the action just as Mandy withdrew a hard slimy dick. Then Suzy, who was determined not to let the interruption cause her to miss her turn, stuffed her king-sized pole straight up my gaping bum hole. 

"Not trying to resist much are we?" Brian remarked observing my predicament while ruefully stroking his chin.

"Fancy loosing your virginity to a bunch of girl with dicks!! Where's all that manhood you were on about?"" 

Brian, Mike Jamie and Ian had all arrived and were watching me getting fucked by Suzy who seemed to want to show off in front of the lads. 

She was even more vigorous that Mandy and rammed my hole with big long strokes as everyone admired her virile shiny ram-rod she pumped my ass with all she'd got. The guys were naked now too as Suzy shot her hot load up my bottom. I could feel my bum being filled up. I was being humiliated and dominated in front of the guys but they didn't need telling that I was too effeminate to be a real man. 

"Hey not you! This is for us! You keep your dick for us. Don't fuck him, you'll be no good to us!" protested Cindy a blond girl as Brian came down on top of me to give me first real gay male fucking. 

"Steady on darling" Brian reassured her, "the night is young yet. I thought you'd know a virile rugby player can fuck at least four times a night." 

"Come on get on your back I've got to do you properly." Brain said to me. The other two guys assisted by some of the girls turned me over on my back and pulled my legs right back and held my ankles on either side of my shoulders. 

I had never seen Brian naked before. He had stocky, muscular body and a fair skin with freckles on his upper arms and shoulders. His stiff dick was slightly curved but very thick and substantial. He drove it deep into me with forceful determination. I lay back and savoured every thrust of his strong penis and admired his flexing arm muscles as he fucked my ass harder and harder. I had always longed to get it from my male friends and now it was happening to me in full view of them all! 

Another six guys had arrived now and were watching the action intently as Brian probed my prostate making me wince with pain and my little cock was forced to exude some cum on my belly button. Then without warning he suddenly exploded into me with massive ejaculations. This made me realise what it was like to fucked by a real man at last. Brian seemed to know what to do to me inside my bottom me and how provoke my internal genitals. I was getting wildly excited. My little cock was up and down but then I felt the a huge rectal orgasm overtaking everything. It came sweeping up my spine from my bum until I was in a frenzy of spasms. I had never experienced anything nearly so intense before as usually I masturbated myself only with dildos. 

"That's finished with your virginity then! You don't have to play at being a man any more Carl you see because your just going to get your ass fucked!" 

"Thanks!" I said and I really meant it. 

The other guys were all wanting to get up me. Every one of them was in the nude and pushing round me with their huge dicks probing my body and positioning themselves to be next to get on top of me. 

Somehow one of the she-males Sara beat them all to it. She was ginger haired with big buttocks and very lively. Her dick was up me in a flash and my bum was soon being pounded as she threw every ounce of energy into driving her rock hard pole with her forceful ass action. 

But Jamie wasn't going to be outdone. He came down on top of Sara and judging by the expression on her face he must have plunged his manly dick into her voluptuous bottom. I was almost flattened by the combined weight of the two and Jamie wasted no time getting to work on Sara's ass. In seconds he had her yelling with delight as he pumped copious amounts of cum up her bum and provoked her cock into pumping mine. I felt something hot shooting up inside me but nothing to what Jamie would have shot up her as I was later to experience from Jamie first hand. 

Soon it got to the stage when my asshole was almost continually occupied by at least one cock and sometimes two at once. There were she-males and guys fucking each other all over the place. 

It got totally out of hand as bodies piled on top of one another. Everyone felt so sexy they just couldn't wait. I noticed several of the guys getting it up their asses from the girls after while they were preoccupied fucking one themselves. But I was the only male who was ass-fucked by other males. 

Meanwhile Gina, a blonde she-male was attending to my cock. She and another girl were sucking me hard and groping my balls. She kept saying she was going to 'milk me dry'. My production was not very great when she did eventually orgasm me. I think I only came because one of the bigger guys had given me such a hell of a fucking that nothing inside me could do anything but orgasm madly. 

Bradley was really huge with massive biceps and hefty thigh muscles. He worked as a garage service engineer and was nicknamed 'The Jack-up Man'. When he jacked off inside you it was like being tanked up at a fuel pump or being serviced by a high powered grease gun! 

There were a lot of naked bodies in the room by now and everyone had cum at least once and many had done so up my bum. I was so full inside that it was oozing out of my anus ass crack so I felt slimy and sticky if I stood up and walked about. It felt very sexy as the slimy insides of my thighs rubbed together.. 

The guys were drinking beer they had brought with them and the she males were drinking vodka. Mandy was getting a bit aggressive again as she got more intoxicated. 

"What are you drinking or haven't you had time? You've got some catching up to do. Come on!" She said. I felt she was still angry with me about what had happened earlier but it turned out she now had more reason to be angry. 

"You come here, you Dandy! try to take sneaky pics of my cock then steal the men who we invited up here to fuck us. Look at you you've got half their cum up your ass instead of ours!!." 

"Drink this or I'll put it up you!" she said handing me a large glass of vodka. 

"I'm not too keen on Vodka" I protested "And what do mean, you'll 'put it up me'?" 

"Perhaps you are too innocent, although I don't believe all that stuff about your virgin ass. Huh!! what a load of rubbish!!" then she said in a whisper "If I put this in a syringe and stuffed it up your bum hole you'd be roaring drunk in seconds!" 

"But .... Hang on... I've just had a much better idea!" 

Mandy had thought of something. Presumably an even more intrusive plan which she would like to inflict on me. 




Force Feminized Up Ass



I had noticed that she commanded some authority with the others and even the guys seemed more inclined to listen to her. 

She rushed over to where a group of girls were lying together comparing their bodies and having their cocks sucked by the guys. I couldn't catch what she was saying but she was gesticulating passionately to make some point. 

It looked like a 'half cock' situation with most of the guys who were recharging themselves on beer while keeping their balls cool for a rapid return to action. 

The discussion looked quite animated at first but then they seemed to be reaching some agreement. There was little doubt it was about me and I couldn't help noticing that all their cocks were getting erect as the discussion was brought to a conclusion. 

Brian came over and looked as if he wanted to explain something to me. 

"You've ... er .... given us a hell of a good fuck. You are fucking sexy and I don't know how any of us are ... well .. it's going to be different isn't it? I mean to be frank we're not going to be able to stay out of you. You know!!" 

"It's just that it's embarrassing you being a guy or officially if you see what I mean." He was having difficulty getting to the point. 

"I mean you're not far off anyway are you? As Jamie said earlier you're nearly one of them and for us fucking them isn't a problem but well you know I've not got anything against gays at all but you know most of us are from the rugby club and we've never fucked a guy apart from you." 

"So it's all fixed then is it?" says Mandy. "Or at least you got the drift. So let's get to work!" 

"Get him on the bed. I wanted him lying on his side with his knees well forward so we have good access to him." 

I had no idea what they had in mind. I thought perhaps Mandy had some novel anal sex position she wanted to demonstrate on me. But then one of the other girls handed her a large stainless steal syringe with a long plastic tube attached with a rounded bulbous end. She opened a packet of large green tablets. I realised these were suppositories and she was about to put one up my bottom but how far? This tube was really long. 

"I told you, you were nearly one of us? Well this is just to get rid of the 'nearly' bit!" 

"Look I'm a guy! I'm male right? Why should I let you stuff female hormones up me or whatever it is you are planning?" I protested. 

"This is past the planning stage" said Mandy calmly and I saw her put a tablet in the bulb and then she started trying to prize my buttocks apart. I did try to prevent her getting the syringe up my bum hole although another side of me was half wanting it. It was useless anyway; I soon felt sphincter stretch momentarily as the bulb slipped in. My bum seemed to be drawing it in and helping them as they fed the long tube deep up inside me. 

Why didn't the guys help? No of course it was what they wanted this too.

With about six of them holding me down Mandy finally got the bulb and tube up my bottom. I could see in a wall mirror the tube disappearing up my bum. 

"You must lie still" Ian said. 

He had come to help Mandy being a medical student he knew what had to be done. 

"You need this in deep. We have go through your rectum and right up into your colon. It's a slow release oestrogen tablet so you won't feel the effects immediately." 

Ian was manipulating the tube now and I could feel it getting deeper into me then suddenly I couldn't feel much but I saw in the mirror he had fed the whole length into my anus until only the syringe part remained. 

At this point Mandy took hold of the syringe and with her thumb poised on the plunger said: 

"Goodbye Carl!" She announced dramatically then pushed the plunger. 

"Hello Carla!!!" 

There were cheers and clapping all round. They were feminizing me and I couldn't stop them. 

"The first thing you'll notice is your nipples getting more sensitive" Ian started to explain what would happen and made it clear he and the lads intended to see it through. 

"Then we'll get your breasts growing and your bum too probably. We'll need to reduce your body hair a bit but that's easy with creams." 

"Then it's just a matter of a visit to the women's department of the local store to get you kitted out with tights, miniskirts and all the other things you are going to need!" Ian spoke with finality and an air of a job well done. 

But Mandy hadn't quite finished with me. 

"You need this up you it's more quick acting. We find it makes you more anally amenable! I know you like it anyway but you'll like it even more with this up you" And with that she plunged a small syringe up my bum and infused some liquid. 

Ian shrugged his shoulders and laughed. 

"What a girl!" he said. 

"She's the girl now." She said pointing to me. "It's getting late so who's going to walk her home?" 

"Can I have my jeans back then?" I asked. 

"No you can not" replied Mandy firmly. You can start getting used to having the lower half of your body accessible to interested males as females have had to do for centuries. Here's your camera though. I don't think you'll be trying that one again!" 

Jamie volunteered to walk me home. Most of the others seemed to be staying presumably to supply the girls with any cum and fucking they missed out on because of me. 

"Here better put this up" said Cindy as she pushed an anal plug up me. "Can't have you leaking all over the street!" They all laughed at that. 

My shirt covered only the top half of my buttocks and I felt my genitals were very exposed. They laughed more as they watched me going down the stairs with Jamie. Half way down the stairs a door opened near me. I think it was the proprietor taking a look to see what was going on. He took a look at me, gasped and quickly shut it again. 

This just made me feel everything was going to be embarrassing from now on. I recovered my rain coat from the hallway so at least my privates were not exposed to the view of any late night revellers. 

Walking with an anal plug is a very sexy experience as it teases your prostate and I was still very sticky between my thighs. 

But unfortunately the plug was not quite large enough and just when we were crossing the street I felt it working its way out and it fell in the street. I bent down to pick it up despite Jamie's protests that we should just walk on. 

"You can't put it back in! It's filthy now we'll have to wash it." 

"But it's running down my legs!" I said but I noticed people nearby were staring at us. I could feel semen trickling down my thighs to behind my knees. I was trying to keep my asshole tight but that last shot Mandy put up me seemed to have dilated me. 

We didn't have far to go but my crack was oozing heavily now and I could feel it running right down to my ankles by the time we reached the door. 

Jamie was very good to me that night. He got me cleaned up. Came to bed with and fucked me nicely. 

It was the start of many heavy sessions with me up at the rugby club, but that is another story! 



Force from Two Angles



1. Words

'Now force him,' she says. 'I know him, and you can trust me. He'll curse you blue hell, but that's how we play. Don't believe a word he says. I'm watching. It's okay. Do as I say.'

He is tied, on his elbows and knees, on the bed. He glares at her silently. 

And I approach the table. I pick it up, feel it. It's thick. Did she really mean I could choose anything laid out here? I hesitate. This one's too big. She can't mean that I could actually use it on him. I should choose something smaller. But I can't seem to put it down. 

'No you fucking don't,' he says. 'Bitch, I know how you are, and you know how I feel about that.' 

'Not a word. Not a single word,' she says to me. She smiles when she sees what I'm holding. 'Perfect,' she says. 

'Oh you bitch,' he says.

I can't do this, I think. But I want to, desperately, want to believe her. I decide that I won't move. I'll just slide the juice around, stroke him down, just set the tip against him, just make the connection. Nothing more. I don't want this controversy, this responsibility. 

She trails a finger down his spine and he arches further.

'What do you want?' she purrs. His wrists pull tight. His ankles widen as far as the bonds allow. A stream of curses. I can't believe this is a good idea.

But I approach, and as I slick him up he moans, between curses. 

'Don't you fucking touch me... oh god, o yeah... you bitch, keep that goddamn thing away from... o fuck yeah.' 

He arches toward me, nearly slides back onto my fingers, presses back into me... All the while this back and forth: 'Fucking bitch, don't you... fuck yeah, more... Deeper...' I use two fingers on him, slide slowly in. 

'Yeah, just like that... Get the fuck away from me. I swear I'll break this rope and... o good, o that's good.' 

And then I press the thick tip of the cock against him and he goes wild. All I do is hold it and he begins to slide back, back onto it, hips bucking, humming and moaning. Completely different now, the message, but still an angry growl, a curse. 'Don't stop. Deeper. Give it to me, don't you fucking stop moving. Do it, bitch. Harder. Do it.' 

'And you,' he says to her. 'Suck me, bitch. You owe me that.'

'Thought you'd never ask,' she says, and slides underneath him, and he slams his cock deep into her mouth, over and over, and all I'm doing is holding the wand steady, he's actually the one who is moving, rocking back onto it, and deep into her mouth, and back onto the wand. Deeper and faster, manic, howling. 

'O goddamn, that's right,' he says to me. 'Don't you fucking stop. I don't give a shit if your arm falls off. Just like that. God yeah, do it. Faster, bitch. And deeper. Give it to me. Don't you dare. Fucking. Stop.'

She's moaning now, around his bursting cock. She reaches back and strokes my pussy with her fingertips, and I'm so close already I start to whine, and I pump the toy in rhythm with them, and then I come. Hard, my whole body in it, pulsing. I empty it into him, shaking and pounding. He growls, arches, goes into his rage, whole body vibrating, and he slams his climax down her throat. 

'There, see?' she says to me as we curl together. 'Told you not to listen to him.'

'Fuck you,' he says. And smiles. 



2. Actions

"I'm not gay," he says, angrily. 

"Of course you're not gay," I say. "I think you've pretty much proved that, don't you think?"

He almost relaxes, for a minute. He almost smiles. But doesn't. He wants to put this on me and I won't fucking let him. Not this one. Not this time. I've had enough of taking this particular responsibility. 

"You're trying to make me gay," he says, fierce, glaring. I try very hard not to laugh, since I know it would piss him off, but I can't help snorting. 

"What possible use," I say, very slowly, hoping he'll actually back up the tape and listen to himself, "would I have for you if you were gay? Where's my goddamn motivation?"

Okay. He relaxes for a minute, realizing the absurdity of that. He actually smiles. It's a door, and I take it. Sort of. There's no point in reminding him that it was his idea. There's no point in reminding him of how much he gets off on it. It would only make him defensive again. I have to placate. 

"You never want to go there again? Fine. We never go there again. I'll throw the damn thing away. It cost, what, eight bucks? Throw it away yourself." I don't mean it. And I know he won't do it. He knows too. "I don't have that much attachment to it anyway. I can give that up." That one hurt. It was a lie, completely a lie. I fucking love that particular moment, when he just forgets everything and howls, and whines, and calls me God...

"What do you want?" I say. "I can only tell you the truth. You're quite normal. You're completely average. You're straight. Liking this doesn't mean you like men, or even real live cocks." That last is quiet, because we are in a restaurant. "It doesn't mean any of those things. It means there's a sensation that you get off on. That's fucking all it means. Am I a lesbian because I like it when you go down on me?" 

"No," he says slowly, "but..."

"This is different how?" I ask. I'm trying very hard not to lose my temper. I can't let my impatience creep into this. It's so stupid, this whole issue, and I've faced it more than once. I'm the girl they trust, the girl they'll Go There with, and then suddenly, when they freak out about it, I'm the Girl Who Forced Them To Do That. I've learned, the hard way, and I'm not going to be put there again. 

"It's just different," he says, and slumps back in the booth, knowing he's wrong. 

"Okay, it's different," I'm trying so hard not to sound sarcastic and it's still there, a little. Maybe he won't notice. I barrel on, carefully editing all of the extras out of the actual sentence: "Okay (you liar), you're not into it, you don't like it (or so you say but I've heard some very different words come out of you at times) so we'll just give that up. Look (you bastard, go ahead and be in denial, but you're not blaming this on me). I'm not (fucking) interested in making you do anything you don't actually want to do. I don't get off on that. If you're not into it (and you are, and you fucking know it), don't ask for it and I won't do it. In fact, how about this: I will never suggest it. If you don't get the toy out of the drawer, I won't pick it up." 

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Okay then."

We finish dessert. Then we drive back to his place. 

I'm no psychic. But I know men. Now he's thinking about it. He has been, non-stop, since dinner. His mind is going berserk, balancing between his anger, his fear, and his awareness that he could just let go, not care, trust me, ask for what he wants, get off the ways he likes to get off. He could own the playground, make it his. If he'll just get his bastard brothers and the whole high school boys' locker room out of his head. 

Banish them, I think loudly at him. Send them to hell. Find your own way to the Juice, and don't let anyone tell you what you should love, or how. I do not say these things. I hope them, like a prayer, like I'm saving his soul. I am quiet, but I think them with my whole brain, loud, just in case he can hear me. Maybe his cock can hear me. 

"My" toy is bigger than his. It's a straight dildo and doesn't look like a cock. It just looks like a missile, smooth, purple. The one we bought for him is much smaller. Non-intimidating. He said he wanted it; I'm the one that actually went to the shop and bought it. That night was sweet. Hot. Ridiculously hot. The gleam of it, the aftershocks, lasted for what seemed like days. And I knew he would panic, later; I knew he'd do exactly this. I just don't have the patience for it any more. I've been through this, before him. And I'm tired of getting blamed. 

"His" toy is small, but it looks like a penis. It's got a head, ridges. It's anatomically correct, if rather miniature. 

There's the inevitable moment. I know it's coming but I'm not going to say anything. Fuck him; this time he has to own it himself. I'm sucking his cock. I'm making him insane. I'm deliberately keeping my hands completely forward, fronts of his thighs, his belly, his nipples. And I know exactly where his mind is. 

"Do it," he gasps. "I don't care. Do me."

Fuck you. I'm playing stupid. "What do you want?" I say, slipping my mouth off of his cock, twisting the head under my palm, making him writhe. "What do you want?" Is it hungry? Does the skin on your ass like the way my hands pull you, open, open just a bit, grip you for a moment and then leave you, hungrily, alone? Own it, you bastard. 

"Get the toy. Use it. Use it on me."

"Ask me again. Ask me three times," I say, bending down again, taking him to the root. His hips lurch up, desperate, insane, slamming into my mouth.

"Gggggnnnn. Ffffffuck. I want you.... to get...." I'm grinding down onto him, and my hands move toward his ass, pulling his thighs open, reminding him. Figure it out, please. Just fucking own it, and take your body back from the bastards. He tries again. "Get... the toy... Jeeeeeesus. Get the toy and use it... unghh... on me. Do me. I want that. Do it." 

His mind is snapping. He can't figure out if he's asked me three times or not. He settles on the oldest lesson from childhood: "Please," he says. "Please..."

It's a twist in me. It's the anger from all those other times. It's not his fault, but he's the one here while I'm working through all those times, all those moments when I was younger and would go ahead and take the blame, take the bullshit. I can't, somehow, quite let him off the hook yet.

"The big one, or the small one?" I say. It's cruel. I know it's cruel and I can't fucking help it. I slam my mouth down onto him again, circling, driving him higher. I sweep my hand over the head of his cock, that move that can't possibly make him come but makes him lose his goddamn mind. "Which one do you want?" It's a risk, even, since he's never even talked about "my" toy before. But I know men. And I know him. "Which one?" I lick him, balls to tip, and then slide my mouth all the way to his root, and then I pull back and slap him, just like he likes, slap, twice, back and forth, and the rage comes up into his eyes, the way it does. 

"The... fffffuck.... the big. The big one. God! Goddamn."

Really, my mind says. I raise my eyebrows, but he doesn't see me. Really? I didn't actually think he'd go there. 

Well then. I get up. I reach toward the dresser for the purple one. The big one. And then. 

I make him pay for everything and everyone. And he is fine with that. 



Force-Fucked and All Square



There was a time when Cathy Tate knew for certain where her life was headed. Certain that she and her husband Carl would grow old together. Certain their marriage would always be one of commitment and caring. Yes, it was true that the excitement of the early days had waned with the raising of three kids. But wasn't that to be expected? Yes, it was true that Carl had long ago stopped being romantic. Yes, she missed those wonderfully tender things he once whispered in her ear while they made love. But both of them still loved and cared deeply for the other, she had reasoned.

These days she wasn't so sure. It had been during their 26th year of marriage when she had learned of Carl's infidelity. And now, a full year later when she allowed the memory to infiltrate her thoughts, she was amazed at the staying power of the pain. Amazed at it's intensity, after all of the counseling and all of the effort she had put into forgiving her husband his frailties. But when she replayed the memory of that horrible scene of him fucking their Latino maid, the pain and anger in her heart was every bit as intense today as when she had actually walked in on them. The anger had actually grown within her, she thought. The one, most lingering reality of that memory was her husband's unabashed passion. The unbridled desire and force with which he fucked that slut doggie-style, on the same bed they shared every night. It haunted her to this day. She wasn't sure he had ever shown such passion while fucking her. If he had, it was so long ago she couldn't remember. 

But Cathy didn't want to have these thoughts tonight. She was tired of feeling that way. Tired of it being there constantly. She needed to escape the whole damn mess for awhile. That's why she had let her friend Pamela Keating talk her into attending her company's annual banquet. It was a chance for her to get away from the pain of her troubled marriage. She could meet some new people and talk about new, uncomplicated things. And, it was also a chance for her to dress up and feel like a woman. She desperately needed to feel that way again. 

Even though Carl seemed genuinely sorry for what he'd done, she had been unable to forgive him. Even though he had been trying his best to be tender and romantic, she found herself feeling cold and indifferent toward his advances. In fact, she almost hated him for it. Even though her own pent up sexual desires were becoming a distraction at work and during everyday life, still Cathy had been unable to make love with this man she found herself married to. The silly bastard, why didn't he just take what he wanted instead of all the sweet talk and bullshit? Her neglected needs had become so strong that in recent months she had taken to pleasuring herself while alone late at night, having long since banished Carl to the guest bedroom. Having not touched herself in this manner since her single days, she had been surprised with the frequency with which she indulged in the act, as well as the intensity of her orgasms. But the most surprising thing, and a little disturbing to her, were the types of men and situations about which she fantasized. The men were always large and faceless, the circumstances unfamiliar and remote. There were never any names associated with the men, and very little conversation. Just sex. Urgent, powerful sex, and sometimes even non-consensual. She wondered why these images invaded her thoughts so often, and marveled at their power. They confused her, and she couldn't help but wonder if Carl's indiscretions had unleashed some long-held, deep, dark desires within her. Could his cheating have somehow legitimized their very existence?

Whatever the case, Cathy stood there by herself in the large banquet hall with these thoughts running through her head. She watched Pamela mingling with business associates from a distance. She really liked her friend, and admired her. Pamela was a successful buyer for a chain of department stores. She had also raised two good kids, and navigated them and herself through a nasty divorce from an abusive husband. Not quite forty-five years of age, she was still a beautiful and very desirable woman. Her near flawless mocha skin and those piercing blue eyes were a powerful combination. Couple those features with her warm, engaging personality and it was no wonder that Cathy usually felt a little intimidated in her presence. She had always admired the strength it must have taken for Pamela to fall in love with and marry a white man. Especially during a time when racism was a much bigger, or at least a less-camouflaged problem in America. She guessed that same strength was somehow lost on Pamela's ex-husband, the son-of-a-bitch.

Now she stood watching her friend, noticing again what a beautiful woman she was. Dressed in an elegant off-white evening gown, she was striking. It made Cathy think of her own appearance, and she smiled. She had thoroughly enjoyed the long, leisurely process of bathing and dressing earlier in the evening. It had felt so good, so sexy, pulling each feminine garment across her soft skin. From the quick mist of perfume, to the silver thong panties, it had been an erotic experience. And now remembering those panties she could feel the thin silken string running along the crack of her ass. It made her hot, and she began to think about the new vibrator she had at home. 

A little over a year from her fiftieth birthday, Cathy could still turn the heads of men. Although she had three children, she had worked hard over the years at remaining fit. But not in the way so many women go at it these days, starving themselves and attaining a tired, kind of gaunt look. Instead, Cathy carried a few extra pounds that came with her age. But the years of exercise had maintained her deliciously feminine shape. And her femininity was on full display tonight in the low cut, but tasteful blue dress she wore. Over the course of the evening she had been receiving appreciative and lustful looks from many of the men. The looks had made her feel good. And the advances from a few of the more bold among them made her feel even better. But she had politely rebuffed each of them. After all, she was a married woman. No matter the pain, no matter the anger, she was still a married woman. 

Yes, that was what remained most important. In spite of her yearnings, she wanted to remain faithful to her husband. She smiled inwardly to herself, realizing this finally. Leading up to this evening, she had not been so sure of herself. She had wondered how she would react to the lustful looks. Wondered what she would do if someone made a pass. Wondered if reserving a room at the hotel was really about not drinking and driving. Wondered why she had worn her sexiest bra and panties. Yes, Cathy had wondered and now she knew. She was still sexually charged from the evening, but relieved, knowing she would not be doing anything impulsive. Just then she thought of Carl. Briefly, she thought of the two of them together sexually. But the image was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. When her mind saw his face, and then the maid's, the anger returned. She felt so betrayed, and completely robbed of her sexuality over the past year.

Looking across the banquet hall at the thinning crowd, she decided it was time to call it an evening. She approached Pamela to say her good-byes. After a few half-hearted attempts to get Cathy to stay a while longer, her friend gave in and said goodnight. With a sly smile, Pamela turned back to the tall, handsome man she had been spending most of her time with for the past hour.

"Well, good for her," Cathy thought to herself, starting for the exit. "If anyone deserves some fun, it's Pamela for sure."

But as she crossed the huge room she concluded that she was due some fun, as well. It was going to have to be fun with her husband, though. She had realized tonight that it just wasn't in her to cheat on him, no matter what he'd done. The vows she had taken 27 years ago meant just as much today, as they had then. This made her feel good, but a little sad at the same time. She was proud of herself for not giving into the desires of the flesh, but sad when she thought of how those desires would go unfulfilled as long as she was unable to forgive Carl.

As she was approaching the door of the banquet hall, she noticed one of the attendants watching her leave. Was it the same young man that she thought might have been watching her before? Could it be, she asked herself. It looked like him, but he was several feet away this time. Earlier, while going to the restroom she had half noticed that one of many young black attendants on duty seemed to be watching her. And then when she returned, he was still in the same area. She was sure of it this time. She could feel his eyes on her ass as she moved past him, and thought maybe that she even heard a low moan of approval. When she had turned to look back at him (not really knowing what she might do if he were still looking at her), he had averted his eyes and returned to his work. But now from this further distance, perhaps he felt he could look all he wanted and not fear reprisal. 

She was at the door now and paused briefly there before leaving. She looked his way, squinting as she tried her best to bring his face into focus. He was indeed watching her she now realized. Never taking his eyes off of her, he made his way toward one of the service doors leading out of the hall. He paused there and held her stare until she could no longer continue the impromptu standoff. 

"It is him," she concluded, and moved through the door out into the lobby area. 

She looked the area over attempting to get her bearings. Where were the elevators? She just wanted to get to her room as quickly as possible. Having that young man watch her so brazenly was very unnerving. Even though she was sure that he would never try anything in a hotel full of people she still felt genuinely scared. She wondered if that was what he wanted. She feared it was, and more. It was so strange, but as she made her way through the crowd she was sure his eyes were watching her still. Looking around frantically, her stomach would tighten each time she saw one of the white uniforms worn by the service personnel. She considered finding hotel management to report the incident, but thought better when she concluded identifying him might be a problem. 

"Just get to your room," she told herself. Finally, she saw the elevators and hurried that way.

An older man with a cane was exiting as she approached. He held the door for her when he saw her rushing his way. She smiled and thanked him. Relieved, Cathy exhaled and leaned happily against the back wall of the elevator, gazing lazily at the crowd as the doors started to close. She caught her breath suddenly when she saw the same young black man watching her again from across the lobby. She could feel her heart in her throat as she watched his cold stare through the narrowing space between the elevator doors. And then she was alone.

Her mind raced. What was happening? Was this man really going to try something? Surely not, she thought. Her room was on the third floor. All she wanted was to be behind its locked door. She was still fumbling through her purse for her room card when the elevator came to a stop. 

"Got it!" Closing her purse, Cathy moved slowly toward the opened doors and looked both ways up and down the hall before exiting. She hurried toward her room, starting to feel things were going to be alright. She couldn't believe this was happening. Her hands were shaking badly as she inserted the card. Nothing! She withdrew it and flipped the card around, but lost her grip and it fell to the floor. 

"Damn it!! Hurry up Cathy," she scolded herself, and bent to pick it up. 

She heard a door open and close. It didn't have the same sound as that of a room door. Was it the door leading to the stairwell? She didn't want to look. She had the card and was trying again to open her door when she heard heavy breathing. It was approaching her. She could hear footsteps. They were close. 

Finally, she heard the click of the door lock. Still afraid to look, she was turning the doorknob and pushing forward when she saw a large black hand grab her forearm. She started to scream when she felt his other hand cover her mouth, and push her into the room all in one motion. He moved behind her keeping his hand over her mouth. She felt him release her arm, and then heard the door close and lock behind them. She thought for sure her heart was going to jump through her chest. She saw the shine of the knife blade out the corner of her eye. He kept it in view so she could see it while he talked.

"You scream, I cut you. It's that simple. You understand?" 

She felt his hand loosen around her mouth a bit, testing her. She didn't say anything. He loosened his grip a little more.

"Oh God, please don't hurt me.....please," she heard herself begging.

"Don't nobody want to hurt you. I just want me some of that fine ass you got. You gonna give it up or I'm gonna take it," he explained matter-of-factly. "It's up to you."

Cathy felt strangely relieved. She stood frozen as he started pulling at the zipper on the back of her dress. Soon she could feel the cool air on the exposed skin of her back. He reached and grabbed a handful of her hair and she felt him pulling back gently, forcing her head to follow. She watched as the knife slowly left her line of sight. She felt the cool hard steel slide between her soft skin and the bra strap in back. She gasped when he suddenly pulled the sharp blade through the silk fabric and she felt her tits fall free. Though terrified by the stranger, she found his calm, deliberate manner oddly arousing. She closed her eyes and bit down gently on her trembling lower lip. 

She felt him grab her dress at the shoulders and pull it slowly down to her waist, letting it fall to the floor from there. Instinctively, she brought her arms up across her breasts. Then he was moving each bra strap gently over and off her shoulders.

"Let it fall," he instructed firmly just above a whisper, while tightening his grip on her hair. 

She let the bra fall to the floor, but immediately covered her breasts again the best she could. Cathy stood there in nothing but a slip, her beautiful blue dress and silver lace bra in a pile around her feet. The man kept his grip on her hair, but wasn't hurting her. He brought the blade back up and laid it flat against her neck. 

"Goddamn you're one hot motherfucker, you know that? I been watching your white ass all night long. Take that damn slip off and let me see what you got."

"Oh please, no more. Don't make me do this, please." For a brief moment she considered trying to break free. But what then? Where would she run, how could she escape?

"C'mon girl, slide it off and let me see your ass. You know you want to." She didn't expect that. What did he mean that she wanted to? Could it be true? Did she even have a choice about it? 

"C'mon now, take it down.....yeah, that a girl," he coached as Cathy slowly slid her thumbs inside the waistband and forced the slip down over her beautiful hips. 

She paused just momentarily when about half of her ass had been uncovered. He released the grip on her hair allowing her head to straighten. But simultaneously he slid the blade slowly up along the line of her jaw, letting it come to rest just below the ear. She immediately realized that from this position he would only need pull the knife across her neck in order to take her life. She pushed the slip off of her hips and let it fall to the pile at her feet. 

Cathy stood there now in only her heels and panties. Her heart raced, and her mouth was dry. But still there was something strangely erotic about what was happening. Somehow she knew he wasn't going to hurt her, as long as she did what he wanted. And she knew what he wanted. He wanted to fuck her, pure and simple. He didn't want to court her. He didn't want to talk to her. He didn't want to understand her. He wanted to fuck her, and that was it. In fact, he was going to fuck her whether she liked it or not. That realization was oddly liberating for her. Her emotions were running rampant. Fear, anger, excitement, all bubbled up out of her as she fought hard to stay calm and in the moment.

He suddenly released the grip on her hair and she felt his hand on her shoulder. He moved it slowly and gently down her arm, pausing once or twice to grip it more firmly. Then he moved inside her arm, touching the smooth skin just beneath her breast. It continued a trail down across her stomach and then around to her back when he had reached her waist. His touch brought goose bumps, which really confused her. Then from behind he brought his mouth up close to her ear, as he took one cheek of her ass into his hand and squeezed it firmly.

"I love them panties you wearing girl. Them panties make me want to fuck you long and slow. How 'bout it girl, you need fuckin long and slow?"

The warmth of his breath at her ear and the cool of the steel blade on her skin created a strange sensation. What he said, what he asked, released new emotions into the mixed bag already tearing through her body and mind. She tensed when his hand suddenly moved across her flat belly, and his strong fingers pushed their way under the silken thong. He ran two fingers on either side of her clitoris and massaged it briefly before easing lower and into the folds of her pussy. 

"I knew you was gonna be wet," he whispered, still at her ear.

Cathy was devastated as the reality of what he said hit home. Until his fingers had pushed their way inside of her, she had been unaware of her arousal. But now as he gently teased and massaged her there, she couldn't deny the heat building within her. How could this be? Especially under these circumstances, she wondered. After all she was being raped, wasn't she? He wasn't hurting her but he was definitely forcing himself on her, right? She struggled to understand how this complete stranger could be having this effect on her, as he continued to probe the insides of her delicate pussy. She could feel her self-control slipping away. She tried to remember what his face looked like, but couldn't.

Just then it hit her! Cathy suddenly remembered her recent fantasies of faceless men and strange surroundings. That was it! Without realizing it, she was experiencing a true to life lustful dream. Why had she not made the connection? Maybe it was the element of danger, which was still very real. Danger had never been a part of her fantasies. But now with these thoughts running through her head, she could still feel the sharp blade of his knife at her throat. Only then, as this reality came back into focus, did she realize her hips had been thrusting forward in an attempt to allow his fingers to move deeper.

"DAMN!!" she cursed herself, inwardly. Not wanting to encourage him, she stopped her undulations. He immediately sensed the change.

"On your knees," he demanded suddenly.

"Wait....no....wait. What do you want.....I can't."

"The hell you can't," he warned her, increasing the pressure of the knife on her skin. "Now turn your ass around and get down on your knees like I told you to. And kick those fucking shoes off."

Cathy did as she was told, tossing her heels to the side she slowly dropped to her knees. The man stepped around in front of her and reached for a fistful of hair once again. Looking coldly into her eyes, he slowly brought the knife up to his mouth and held it there, placing the blade between his teeth. Never loosing eye contact, he unbuckled his pants. When his zipper came down he reached inside and pulled out his black, uncircumcised cock. It was almost fully erect, and was oozing clear, sticky pre-cum. It was larger than she expected, too. Not scary large, but definitely bigger than what she was used to. And it didn't smell too good either. Almost a full foot away, she immediately caught the scent. She was scared, disgusted, and intrigued all at once. He took the knife from his mouth.




Force-Fucked and All Square



"Put it in your mouth and suck it."

She looked up at him as if to determine if he were serious. Oh yeah, there was no doubt. She paused, looking back at the cock in front of her. She didn't think she could do it. What would he do if she didn't?

He reached with his knife hand and grabbed a second fistful of her hair. Not so gently, he began pulling her head closer. 

"Open your mouth. Don't make me hurt you," he warned her calmly.

"But wait......not this, please. Can't I do something else?" she asked stalling for time. She regretted it before it had even left her lips.

"Don't worry, you gonna do something else for sure.....heh,heh," he chuckled.

Still sensing resistance he brought his knife back to her throat.

"Now suck my cock like I told you to, God damn it!"

Cathy closed her eyes fearfully and allowed him to pull her closer still. All of a sudden the purple head was inside her mouth and she could feel the pre-cum on her tongue. It's silky smoothness felt odd in her mouth and without really thinking she swallowed quickly wanting it off her tongue. She was surprised by the taste, just a little bit sweet. Still gripping her hair firmly with one hand, he pulled her toward him and started thrusting his cock forward. 

"Suck it!" he demanded. 

She closed her lips around his big cock and began to suck. Watching her closely, he placed the knife back between his teeth and grabbed her hair on the other side. He started forcing her head back and forth, and began humping her mouth with his hips. The smell of his pubic hair and balls filled her nostrils. His forceful thrusting caused a build up of saliva in her mouth that began to dribble out at the corners. She could hear him moaning, and despite her fear it felt good to give him such pleasure. Soon he released her hair with one hand and removed the knife from his mouth.

"Oh fuck, what a cocksucker you are!" he exclaimed, nearly yelling it. 

His cock was big in her mouth and it repeatedly knocked at the back of her throat trying to force its way in. Getting a pretty steady stream of his pre-cum now, she was starting to like it. Somehow the smell of his sweaty balls was no longer repulsive. In fact, it enflamed her and made her pussy yearn, as she breathed in deeply the smell. When he released the knife allowing it to fall to the floor, she never even considered stopping her sucking. It had been over a year since she had felt her husband's dick in her mouth, and now she had passed way over the line with her rapist. She loved it. Cathy was completely committed at this point to tasting and swallowing the man's seed. To his complete satisfaction, instead of reaching for the knife she reached for his ass, pulling him hard into her mouth. She sucked and pumped on his shiny black cock until he finally threw his head backward and began releasing a flow of semen into her mouth. He cried out in pleasure, and she pulled even harder at his ass so as not to miss a single drop.

When his messy cock fell from her mouth a trail of semen and saliva followed. Finally it broke and fell against her naked body. As they both came down slowly from their high, each watched the other closely, as if to read their thoughts. She was still breathing heavily from her sucking efforts, as she wiped some of his cum from her lips. Weak in the knees, he moved slowly down to pick up the knife in order to re-establish his dominance. She seemed content to let that happen.

Moving very slowly, her assailant moved to her backside once again. Cathy watched his cock as he walked around her. She was amazed that it seemed to remain completely erect, even after dumping such a huge load of semen in her mouth. "The staying power of youth," she concluded. 

Still on her knees, she could feel one of his hands on her left shoulder. His knife came to rest on the other. 

"Down," was all he said, as he pushed her gently forward. 

Cathy knew what was coming next. Hell, she ached for what was next. But despite the wetness she felt all around her pussy, something inside of her told her to resist. 

"Down God damn it!!" he scolded her, grabbing her hair with his free hand and showing her the knife again with the other. He pushed forward firmly this time, and she had to break her fall with her hands. She was on all fours and completely exposed to him now. Suddenly the image of Carl fucking the maid in this same position ran through her mind, and all hesitancy she was feeling suddenly flew out the window. She looked back over her shoulder at him. He held his rock hard cock in his hand as he dropped to his knees. For the first time she noticed his chest and shoulders, how muscular they were. She took in his blackness, his chiseled features.

"Put the knife down, you won't need it," she assured him. She lowered her shoulders to the floor, forcing her beautiful round ass higher. "Fuck me. Fuck me slow. I want it to be slow, long and hard!"

Tentatively, he placed the knife on the floor at his side. Next he took hold of her hips and guided his cock to her entrance. Just as she had requested and he had promised earlier, he eased his sizable black dick into her slowly. He took his time working its length into her velvety softness. By the time he was all the way in and his pubic hair was rubbing against her soft ass, they had reached a powerful, slow, synchronized grinding of their hips. Cathy extended her arms straight in front of her and she felt the slightly rough texture of the carpet on her nipples. Like everything else that was going on in her body, it felt wonderful. She was now extended out in front of him, no longer really on her hands and knees. Her belly was near flat on the floor, but her ass extended up and back to meet his slow, consistent thrusts. She was coming down from her second orgasm when his cock was suddenly gone from her pussy. He had placed its head at the puckered entrance of her asshole almost immediately.

"WAIT! Hold on now.....I've never," she started to say, but right then felt his cold steel at her neck. "Oh God no, please don't do this. Your going to hurt me.........AAUUUGGGHHH!!!!" The pain was excruciating when his big purple cockhead pushed inside her tiny butt. "OH MY GOD! OK, OK.....its in. Please just wait a minute," she pleaded through clenched teeth.

Thank goodness he responded by holding completely still. She felt him withdraw the knife from her neck and then lay it across her back. Next he reached with his hands to grab a fistful of her hair in both. He began tugging very gently and alternately rubbing her head and neck. 

From the beginning his hands had seemed very strong, but gentle and non-threatening somehow. She felt their current movements soothing and helpful. They helped her to not concentrate entirely on the huge cock lodged just inside of her anus. And her anal ring was beginning to relax somewhat. This allowed her mind to wander just a bit. All of a sudden her current situation became an image in her mind. Seemingly removed, she saw the two of them there on the hotel room floor, somewhere from a distance. It was like watching two people she didn't know. She saw a middle-aged white mother of three, a wife. She saw the young black man behind her, rubbing her neck and shoulders. When she realized the man had the tip of his cock inside the woman's tiny butthole, she became extremely turned-on by the taboo nature of the entire scene; A white woman with a black man, his cock up her ass. Cathy suddenly felt a release of wetness in her pussy. This caused her to move her hips involuntarily, and his cock was forced a fraction of an inch further inside. 

At first she tensed up when she felt the further intrusion, but just as quickly she relaxed realizing it hadn't hurt at all. Instead, it felt good. It felt damn good, and fucking naughty. With extreme care she began to move her ass back toward him, engulfing more and more of his cock. He picked up on her slight movements, and took hold of her shoulders, pulling back ever so gently. Before long they had found the slow, deliberate rhythm of their previous fucking. She fell completely flat on the floor, face down, her arms bent at the elbow and extended backward. He had a firm grip on each of them, pulling back hard, forcing more of his black dick into her virgin white asshole. 

It wasn't long before Cathy experienced the longest and most intense orgasm of her life. Still feeling its lingering effects, she felt her assailant pull his length from her ass. Next she felt his hot globs of sperm hitting across her backside, and shook from its erotic nature. His knife still lay at the small of her back, and was now completely splattered with cum. With his still slimy cock lying along the crack of her ass, Cathy thought of Carl. There was no regret. There was no anger. There was no pain. It was as if the slate had been wiped clean. 

When the man silently rose, she said nothing. When he lifted and buckled his pants, again she said nothing. When he reached for his knife, she watched silently. When he put the cum-covered weapon to her mouth, she looked him straight in the eye and licked it clean, cutting her tongue just slightly on its sharp edge. He saw the mixture of blood and semen in her mouth, on her lips. She could see the fire that was once again igniting within him. When he unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor, she rolled on her back and spread her legs wide. And then Cathy extended her arms up to him as he lowered himself to her...