Forced Erotica

by Emmie Combs

  Standing beside the bed, Wolf pulled me close to him. He coaxed my legs apart, and placed my ankles on either shoulder. Kissing my toes, he touched the tip of his cock to my hard love-nub, and then rubbed it all over my pussy. As I gasped and panted, he slipped his dick inside me. Teasingly, he inched his manhood into me, and pulled out. Oh, it was wonderfully frustrating, and every time he entered me again, it was like taking a step up the stairway to Heaven.

  Each time he pushed his cock in, he gave me a little bit more, and by the time he had the entire length buried in my cunt, I was crying out his name loudly! I wanted him to fuck me harder! He held my legs together, and continued to fuck me at a tortuously slow pace, and he smiled a wicked smile. I'd see that smile many more times in the future, and it still makes my pussy quiver. Finally, I took matters into my own hands, and I began bucking, and pushing hard against him. With a moan, he began fucking me with wanton abandon, matching the rhythm that I pounded out with my body. Groaning loudly, his body tensed, and he pulled his cock out of me, catching his breath. He rubbed my clit with his fingers, as he recovered from his near-climax, and then started to fuck me again. I held his hand over my clit, and he fucked me hard. It wasn't long before my body, wracked with pure unadulterated pleasure, climaxed again! My juices flowed over Wolf's cock, like a country stream, and he kept on fucking me!

  Soon, he groaned again, and shuddered violently. I thought sure he would cum this time, but he pulled out of me again. He got down on his knees, and began kissing mine. Breathing hard, he left a trail of kisses up and down each leg. He ran his lips and tongue over the entire front of my naked body, paying lots of attention to my erogenous zones. I told him with nonsense syllables where they were when he reached them. He was a good listener. After he'd covered every inch of my front, I thought he'd go back to fucking me, but instead, he turned me over onto my tummy. My back got the same treatment as my front, and he covered my shoulders, my legs, arms, and fleshy derriere with kisses; every inch of me. And I mean every inch!

  I was granted the silent wish I'd made earlier. Parting my buttocks, he slipped his tongue into the crack of my ass, running it from one end to the other. Gently caressing my butt, he rimmed my anus with his tongue again, and I felt it all over my body! My moans bounced off of the walls, and I thought I rattled the windows, I swear! He slipped his hands between my legs, and rubbed my clit, while tonguing my asshole. I was getting closer and closer to my third orgasm, but before I got there, he stopped. He helped me up onto all fours, and stepped up behind me, to fuck me doggy-style.

  Oh, it felt good to have his cock in my pussy again, and when he slipped his fingertip about a quarter of an inch into my asshole, I nearly screamed with pleasure! And Wolf, for the third time that night, did something that no one had ever done before.

  Leaning forward, he whispered huskily in my ear, "Would you like to have my cock in your ass, lover?" In all of my twenty-four years, to that day, I'd never heard these words, let alone considered answering in the affirmative!

  I tried to speak, but all that came from my lips were more sighs and moans. I tried nodding, and that worked just fine. He kissed my ear, and I turned my head to him for an over-the-shoulder kiss, as he slowly slipped his cock out of my cunt. Keeping one hand on my ass, he reached into a drawer in his nightstand, and pulled out a bottle of water-based lubricant. He coated his cock with it, and applied, I think, a ton of the stuff to my asshole. The coolness of the liquid made me jump, but he warmed it with his hands.

  Panic crept up on me, as Wolf slipped his cock-head into my anus. Expecting pain, I tensed up, and Wolf stopped. He applied more lubricant to my ass, and gently massaged my back. As I relaxed, he slowly pushed his cock into me again. Just the tip. He wasn't teasing me this time. Instead, he was allowing me to get used to his cock in my back door. And it didn't take long. Soon, he was fucking my ass slowly and gently. Oh, if only I'd given my cherry to this man, instead of that Brad guy, I might have had more than pain to remember my first time by.

  Gradually building up confidence, I started to speed things up a bit, and I backed up against his hips, and soon I was slamming back, and Wolf impaled my ass again and again with his thick cock. Burying my face in a pillow, I rubbed my own clit, as he held on to my hips, and fucked me madly! Oh, I'd never felt anything like it!

  My climax was getting closer and closer, and I felt Wolf shudder and tense behind me. He started to withdraw, but I hissed at him, "No, don't stop! Please, don't stop! Fuck me!" I don't think I've ever talked like that, before. Another first.

  Pushing his cock back into my asshole, he pumped hard and fast, and I screamed! Starting at my anus, my orgasm rushed to my clit, then shot through my body like a dying star. I felt separated from myself, yet I was aware of every part my flesh. My pussy flowed like a river this time, and an instant later, Wolf filled my rectum with a warm jet of creamy white liquid.

  I came back to myself after a long, sensual shower with Wolf. He lovingly washed and dried me, and put me to bed. Snuggling nude under the covers, we spent the night together, and talked late into the night. I told him how, when he'd licked my ass, I'd silently hoped for him to do it again. "Sweetheart," he said to me, "if you want something from me, you need only ask."

  "That's not very easy for me," I said.

  "We'll work on that, together," he answered, holding me close.

  The End.

  Nick and Claire's First Meeting

  She had been invited to a party. One of her friends had told her he was having a house party with both his housemates. She had met the two boys earlier that year and had become quite good friends with one of them. Both worked as maintenance crew in the evenings for the school and they had been spending their spare time over at the dorm she worked at, keeping her company. She had accepted the request even though she knew that the inviter wanted to go out on a date with her. Of course, she was not interested but thought -- "why not, it's a party." So she got dressed up, black heals, skinny jeans, and a black top that enhanced her cleavage and made her look nice. She had always been an attractive woman but for some reason never thought so.

  One of the housemates came to pick her up at her dorm. Nick. He was the better looking of the three and she had always had a small crush on him. When she got in the car she saw him glance down her shirt and smiled inwardly. He had noticed.

  "- So, how was your evening?" he asked her,

  "- Fine, work, the usual..."

  "- I bet you got hit on a lot tonight..."

  "- Why do you say that?" she answered giving him a side glance.

  "- You look very hot... I mean very pretty tonight" he added hastily. He had no desire for her to know that by just looking at her, the bulge in his pants had swollen considerably.

  "- Oh, thank you" she blushed and looked out of the window.

  He had had a girlfriend the previous year but had recently broken it off. She hadn't imagined him thinking of her in that way; but his constant glances down her low cut shirt and the small bulge she could see forming in his jeans confirmed her hopes. He thought she was attractive.

  He hadn't been able to resist the urge to look at her beautiful cleavage. Her dressing style had always been a little revealing on top, but for some odd reason she always wore pants. He had actually never seen her legs. Her breasts looked like they did not need the tight fitting bra she was wearing; its only function was to enhance her already great looking breasts. The bulge in his pants kept on growing and he told himself he needed to stop thinking about those two beautiful mounds of flesh. He was so close to her he could have raised an arm and cupped one of them. In that instance he longed to be able to simply stop the car, get out, grab her out of the seat and cup those two precious delights while kissing her frantically. But those were fantasies and he knew he couldn't. She was interested in his friend Peter. It was so wrong to make a move while his housemate could have her. It was such a waste though.

  When they arrived at the house, she went into her social mode -
- shy. She met about 6 new people and in the 10 next minutes couldn't remember their names anymore. They would say -- "hey I'm ..." , and she would answer -- "I'm Claire, nice to meet you." Then she'd blank out. Peter came straight at her with a bottle of girly drink. Nick was still standing next to her. He was taller than her even with her heals on. She looked up at him and their eyes met. Both stared into each other's eyes then looked away quickly. What were they thinking? She walked around and saw Josh, the third housemate. He was bigger, extremely tall and reminded her of a human bear. She jumped into his arms and gave him a great hug, laughing at his attempt to run away from her in fake disgust. From the other side of the room she could see both Nick and Peter's eyes on her, both observing her. The feeling was a little overwhelming so she started talking to Josh while sipping on her mango kiwi liquor. Tasty, she thought. As a 19 year old she hadn't had many drinks and this party seemed like a good place to drink safely.

  "- Careful with that little girl, you wouldn't want to end up doing something foolish and delightful" hissed Nick while brushing past her.

  She turned around suddenly wanting to confront him but lost her footing and stumbled only to be saved by Peter. His hands unmistakably found their way, one under her buttocks, the other grazing her breast. He whispered

  "- Careful now, you wouldn't want me to have to save you next time you fall... Or would you?"

  His creeper tone just didn't do it for her so she swiftly got up and walked to the kitchen without even turning around. Nick was there.

  "- So, I'm guessing you... wouldn't want him to help you out next time?"

  "- Fuck no! That was just disturbingly inappropriate! His hands were all over me, gross!"

  He looked at her jokingly and sighed lightly in her ear,

  "- No luck then, knowing how clumsy you are I was planning on staying around and rescuing you myself next time."

  He smiled a devilish smile and before she even had time to reconsider, he was gone, talking to friends.

  Liquor and beer were flowing and the party had started some card games. Of course they were all drinking games, but it made it all the more fun. She was sitting next to her friend Josh, the other maintenance guy. And Peter, the "I want a date with you" guy was on her left. Nick was sitting across from her. Other people were gathered around and it seemed like they had all decided they were going to make her drink, while she had decided to make Nick drink. So after some time, 3 different games, laughter and embarrassing pictures, she stood up to get a bottle of sweet girly liquor from the fridge. She was bending over, looking for it when Nick came into the kitchen. She grabbed it, turned around, closed the fridge door, rested her back on it and took a swig of the drink.

  He glared at her and said something like

  -- "Can I get a drink too?" She answered no, playfully and looked into his dark brown eyes.

  She felt the tension again. It had been there all night and she wondered if he had noticed she had been making him drink more than any other person at the party. He took a very relaxed pose and said

  -- "So, seems like Peter likes you... Planning on a date sometime soon?"... She was in shock. She didn't know anyone else knew about this and least of all Nick. So she answered

  -- "No, there's a problem with that plan". He looked at her quizzically and she continued in a small shy voice

  -- "I don't like Peter, I like you..."

  And there it was again, the tension... it seemed like her heart beat was way faster than it should have, she felt one of his hands lightly caress her thigh while the other went to place its self next to her head. Then in one vivid moment both bodies collided, their mouths found each other and their lips couldn't get enough. Their tongues were rubbing against each other, feeling the moisture of the other, their lips were parted, and both soft mouths crashed into each other aching for this passionate kiss they both had wanted without knowing.

  But then they came back to reality. Both separated as fast as they came together. They could not be doing this; they could not be seen together like this. Both laughed awkwardly and walked back to the table where the card games were being played. Claire sat back down between Peter and Josh while Nick went back to sit across. She couldn't stop looking at him. She crossed her legs thinking that her wetness might show through her pants. The friends sitting at the table hadn't noticed their absence. All of them were arguing about what music they should listen too. While people were drunkenly disagreeing, Nick slyly extended his leg under the table and touched Claire's. She jumped, yelped and stood up pretty suddenly. Everyone stopped talking, then as if in slow motion she could see all of them. One by one they turned towards her, Peter with a scary concerned and worried look, Josh simply looking stunned and confused, the others had a look that seemed to say "So who exactly is this crazy girl?". The only one with a smirk on his face was Nick. He smiled at her, liked his lips smoothly and said,

  -"Claire, don't scare all of us like that, what's the matter?"

  He saw her eyes flashing at him, like she was trying to send knives from them. He laughed at himself. How she was easy to scare, like a little girl. She amused him, and that was something. He had met plenty of beautiful girls, but this one; she was smart, opinionated and fun. She smoothly answered nothing was the matter, then said,

  -"Who's up for more games!"

  Everyone jumped up; the guys went to get more beer while the girls organized the table again.

  Claire was sitting in her chair, still looking a little dazed and confused. She looked beautiful. He longed to kiss her again, feel her smooth lips, and her tongue rubbing on his. Just the thought of her excited him. Taking advantage of the confusion he reorganized some of the chairs and sat next to her. He had decided he would engage a conversation.

  -" So. Claire, what frightened you so much?" he said while putting his hand on her thigh and

  looking deep into her green blue eyes. She looked stunned again so he squeezed her thigh, and ran his fingers up her leg. Her look changed from surprised to wooed. She took a deep breath and said

  -"Oh, I don't know, maybe I was daydreaming and a sudden feeling of ecstasy washed over

  me." Her tone was playful and again, he could feel his entire body wanted her.

  She knew what games he was playing and she wanted them. Her pussy was so wet; she knew she would be able to take his entire dick in one thrust. And god how she wanted it. She slowly touched his hand, then caressed his arm to land her fingers and the palm of her hand right on his crotch. She could feel him, his hard cock, and the heat coming from it. Her breathing got harsh and she looked at him with a pleading look. She could feel the heat of his hand on her leg, he had placed it about midway between her knee and her pussy. She longed to feel it between her legs, she wanted him to slip his fingers into her and to feel how much she burned for him.

  At that moment a girl friend asked Nick if she could use his restroom for a moment. He agreed. Both looked at each other. She could still feel the fire burning in her stomach and lower. Her panties were soaked, the kiss earlier had been enough to arouse her to the point of no return and she wanted more of it, more of everything, more of Nick. He could read it in her eyes, he was feeling it too. He got up and pulled her up. He put his hand on her ass and led her to the room. They closed the door and looked at each other. The girl came out and glanced at them, then said -- "Claire you don't look too good, you should lay down a bit" Nick then told her that she actually didn't feel well and that he would take care of her.

  The moment she closed the door he looked straight into her eyes and she melted. He got close to her, pinned her between his hot muscular body and the edge of the bed. She did not know where to put herself, this man's skin was dark, she imagined his muscles under his t-shirt, his gaze was undressing her and all she could think of was when he would take her clothes off. Right when she thought that she looked him strait in the eyes and he understood. He grabbed both her thighs and pulled her up to him, both her legs were around him and she could feel his hard
cock. The fire inside of her roared and she knew she wanted him. He threw her on his bed, and climbed over her. She could feel the warmth of his body and all of it was radiating from his dick. She spread her legs so he could fit between; he put one of his hands on her breast and started to kiss her. She hadn't even realized but in no time her shoes were off and his hand was under her shirt. His big hands were toying with her nipples, making them hard and making her shudder. He kissed her neck, slid his tongue to the base of it, a light moan slipped out of her mouth. Her eyes were closed but she could feel everything he was doing to her: his left hand on her breast, squeezing and toying, his right hand between her legs, feeling her jeans slowly getting moist, his mouth sucking on her neck, making her moan softly but uncontrollably. She was in heaven.

  He felt her nipples harden, he knew she liked it; soft but uncontrollable moans were escaping her parted lips. Her breasts were like two small pieces of perfect; they both were big but felt like they should spend the rest of time in his hands. His other hand was placed between her legs and he could feel the heat coming from her pussy. He could almost feel her wetness and he was dying to plunge his fingers into her. He popped open the button and pulled the zipper down, she moved her hips towards his hand asking for more. She was not only asking, she was begging. His dick got instantly harder; he was even surprised it could. This girl was like fire and he needed her bad. His hand laid itself on her stomach and slowly migrated downwards. Her moaning got louder and he knew she wanted it. He finally reached her lips and there it was. Her pussy was just waiting for him, it was so wet and hot, his dick was about to burst. He felt a tug on his jeans and let her do it. She freed his hard dick, gasped, but did not hesitate. She started stroking it and god it felt good. His hand was still in her pants but the angle was wrong so he slid them off of her beautiful legs. He took the panties with the jeans and revealed her beautifully moist swollen lips.