Forced Quickies

by Rosa Alvarado

  She jumped a little as his hot, thick cum hit her breasts and began to slide down her tits, and as if it had been a catalyst for others to need to release themselves, more and more men jerked and grunted as they came. Their hot, sticky wads of spunk came thick and fast. A never ending salvo across her belly, her thighs and her pussy, over her face and hair, filling her every sense with desire. Her hand kept on rubbing her clit, and she used some of the many splashes of cum as extra lube, which only served to heighten the pleasure she felt building in her cunt. Her pubic hair was thick with wads of semen, and she felt it slip and slide down her body to the floor. Hands reached out and massaged the cum into her body. Fingers spooning it in to her greedily waiting mouth. The taste of red hot seed heightened her pleasure and she knew she was close to climax herself.

  By now some of the men had gotten their second wind, and those who could cum again, were shooting load after load of cum over her body again. The smell of salty semen filled her nostrils and turned her on even more than she ever felt possible. Her whole body slipped and slithered with the cum of many, and she was in heaven. She licked her lips as more cum spattered across them, hungrily cathing as much as she could on her tongue.

  Another load of hot cum shot across her clit and that was all she needed to set her off into the most teeth clenching, toe curling orgasm she had had in a long time.....she lived for these moments and lost herself in it fully and wholly. Her back arched and her limbs trembled, but still she rubbed at her rock hard button, coaxing it into orgasm time and time again. She was aware she was biting her lip in ecstasy, tasting spunk, which started her off on another shuddering climax. The men looked on in awe, watching this show with a mixture of wonder and sheer lust.

  She finished coming and slowly descended back to reality with a huge smile on her face, she gazed around her to see similar grins on the faces of her audience. Someone helped her rise from her position on the floor, and then someone else handed her a towelling robe to replace the silk one she had discarded earlier, and a damp cloth to wipe off her face. She tied the big fluffy robe around herself, and wiped her face. The guys dressed and each came to thank her for her company and her show that night. Some kissed her lightly on the cheek, or gave her a hug, but all promised they had had the most perfect time, and that should she need them, they would only be too happy to 'visit' again.

  When she was alone, she went and turned on the shower and got in and luxuriated in the hot water. She soaped and shampooed herself squeaky clean again, all traces of her evening of hedonism running down the drain, leaving her with only memories. She towelled herself off briskly, and dressed. With one last look in the mirror, she adjusted her wimple, smoothed down her habit and then quietly let herself out of the hotel room, eager to return to the convent before curfew.

  The End.

  Thanksgiving Study Session

  The week of Thanksgiving is often a stressful time for most college students. Often the library is filled with anxious students writing multiple page term papers or studying for pending finals. Such was the case for Nikki Randall. The five foot three inch, blue-eyed blonde had seven major papers due the week after Thanksgiving that she needed to finish and found the library to be more quiet and calm then at home, even though she lived alone. She found at home she'd be tempted to clean the house, wash the dishes, do the laundry, or anything else to keep her away from her laptop. Here, it was just hundreds of other college students frantically trying to finish papers on their laptops.

  On Wednesday, her class let out early and she found her favorite cubicle on the fourth floor, hidden behind a stack of books. She set herself up with her laptop, her headphones plugged into her iPod, and papers scattered as she wrote up her reports and essays. At 8:30 p.m., she wandered downstairs and bought herself a candy bar and a soda. She ate the candy bar on the elevator and drank the soda as she typed. About 10:45 p.m., she fell asleep over her laptop keyboard.

  Sometime after midnight, a small spacecraft landed on the roof of the library. The tentacle creature slithered out and through the roof access stairs, entered the library. It wandered the fifth floor, scanning the books for understanding of this world, when it picked up the presence of a life form on the floor below.

  Nikki woke up around 1:00 AM and realized she was locked in the library. On her laptop screen were pictures of cartoon characters having sex with different creatures or characters. Nikki smiled as she thought of the friends who had shared their pictures with her and how she enjoyed making them her screen saver. She shut her laptop down and closed it. She wandered in the dark to the bathroom feeling her way there. While in the bathroom, she made a horrible realization; not only was she locked in the library, but the library was closed until Saturday morning. She decided she would pack up and wander around to see if she could find a way out without setting off the fire or burglar alarm.

  As she walked up to her laptop to pack it up, she found it open and her screen saver running. She stared at it for a moment wondering if she had closed it. The images were scenes of young girls being attacked and violated by bizarre alien creatures with tentacles. The pictures aroused Nikki as they flashed before her. She knew they weren't real but still, her mind wandered to what it would be like to make love to an alien creature with tentacles or genitalia different to the men she knew, then shook her head thinking how silly she was being.

  She reached over to shut her laptop down, when she heard a sound from behind her. She slowly turned around hoping it was just a mouse, or perhaps a rat. In the dark, all she could see was shadows of the bookcases. She walked around and realized even if someone was in there with her, she couldn't see them even if she wanted to. She walked back to her laptop thinking how foolish she was. As she reached her laptop, a tentacle wrapped around her waist and picked her up into the air. She screamed as she was raised and other tentacles began tearing off her clothes.

  Nikki struggled and fought to no avail as her clothes were shredded off her body leaving her suspended in the air naked. Tentacles begin touching her body. The tentacles bound her wrists and ankles and her legs were spread. Tentacles began fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples while others massaged her clit and teased her anus. As much as she tried to resist, her body began to betray her as she grew more and more aroused. Still unable to see her attacker and struggling against the assault she screamed again. She felt herself being lowered and thought maybe this was it, she was going to die. The problem was, she was being lowered onto two phallus looking tentacles. "NOOOOO!!!" she screamed.

  As she screamed a third phallus like tentacle forced its way into her mouth. She choked and gagged as the other two forced their way into her sex and anus. The sensation took over her body and soon she was sucking and moaning as the creature had its way with her. It pounded her sex and anus as it fucked her relentlessly, other tentacles pulled and sucked at her nipples. Over and over she orgasmed until she felt the creature's climax, filling her with its alien product. She swallowed what she could but found she was gagging and coughing on more than she realized. The alien's juices leaked down her throat and breasts, and both her legs. Yet the creature didn't stop and it seemed its tentacles were growing within her abused body. Nikki struggled to stay conscious but was soon overcome and blacked out. She woke up alone in a metal room. She was still naked as she looked around. She saw the walls were smooth and could see no visible door.

  A voice echoed though the room, "There is no escape."

  "Where am I?" she asked.

  "My ship."

  "What do you want with me?"

  "I came to your book room to gain knowledge on your people. I had observed for weeks and knew no one was to be there. When I found you, I knew I had to have you. To make you mine."

  "What do you mean?"

  "You are to be my wife, bear my children."

  "I don't want to be your wife."

  "I saw the images on the small device you were using."

  "Those aren't real."

  "But y
ou liked them, it stimulated you."

  "But they aren't real!" she shouted. "They just pictures someone drew."

  "Then why were you becoming stimulated?"

  "I... I don't know... morbid curiosity I guess."

  "Now you are mine."

  "What if I refuse?"

  "Resistance is futile."

  The alien grabbed her around the waist again and resumed its sexual assault on her. The violation was relentless as she moaned and squirmed. He fucked her sex and her ass without stopping until once again she collapsed against him.

  "Miss.... Miss," said a young woman behind the sleeping Nikki.

  Nikki sat up and said in a sleepy voice, "What?"

  "Miss, the library is closing in five minutes," said the woman.

  "Closing?" said a sleepy Nikki.

  "Yes Miss," said the woman. "And with tomorrow being Thanksgiving you sure don't want to spend the night here in the library. You'd be stuck until Saturday."

  "Tomorrow's Thanksgiving?" asked Nikki.

  "That's what I said. And I'd like to go home now if you don't mind."

  "Yes, yes, of course," said Nikki as she packed up her laptop and left the library.

  As she walked to her car, her body ached. She thought about her dream, and how real it felt. She climbed into her car and drove home. She stopped at the only fast food restaurant still open for some drive-thru dinner then went home.

  She went into her house and ate her food. Starved from the poor diet she had been enjoying for the last few days, she still didn't feel fully up to speed. She decided to take a shower before going to bed. While she bathed, she noticed strange marks all over her body but blamed it on the cubicle she had been sleeping in. She decided to sleep naked tonight, as she was just too tired to put on her pajamas. As she climbed into bed, a man rolled over and said, "Another late night of study dear?"

  "Yeah," she said sleepily. "I had such a nightmare."

  "Wanna tell me about it?" he asked.

  "I was attacked by some bizarre alien who wanted to make me his wife."

  "Well at least he's got good taste dear."

  Nikki sat up in bed wide-awake. "Who are you?" she asked.

  "Nikki my dear, it's me, your husband."

  "I'm... not... married."

  "Yes you are dear, to me," he said as a tentacle wrapped itself around her waist.

  The End.

  Hallowe'en Party

  You arrive home and find a flyer on your door. It's advertising a Hallowe'en party in the next town. You start to toss it into the trash. After all, you don't have time for such things as parties. Besides, you probably wouldn't know anyone there. But something on the flyer gets your attention before you can throw it out. It says "Adult Hallowe'en Costume Party." It occurs to you that it's been a long time since you've spent any amount of time with just adult company, so you hang on to the flyer. It's a week away, so you have time to make up your mind.

  You spend your days dealing with children from infant to teens. Adult conversation and interaction is something that's severely lacking in your day to day life. You go through the next few days as usual, but the party keeps popping into your mind. You even go so far as to consider possible costumes you could put together. You're still sure that there's no chance that you could get away for the evening. You have too many responsibilities. But you can't stop thinking about the party.

  Finally, it's Saturday and tonight's the party that's been nagging you all week. You decide that you deserve an evening out. You can go to the party, maybe meet a new friend or two, and go home. Not a big deal. And you've earned some 'me' time for a change. Now, to figure out which costume idea would work best. You're sure that you won't know anyone there, so you decide to get just a little daring. Nothing too risque, but something that lets you let your hair down a bit. You decide on an Elvira costume. You put on a push-up bra which presses your breasts up and together, providing plenty of cleavage without showing too much. Just enough to be noticed. You put on a long black dress that fits your curves and accentuates that you're definitely female. Then, to add to the feeling, you decide on a garter and hose rather than pantyhose. It's going to be only adults, after all. Then, on a last minute impulse, you decide to leave your panties off. It's completely out of character for you but you're the only one who'll know and it just feels sexy to have such a secret. You're wearing a long, flowing dress so there's not even a chance of someone seeing your knees, let alone anything that might be missing from up higher. The last touch is, of course, a long black wig. Then you put on your makeup. Chances are nobody would recognize you, anyway.

  Even after you've dressed, you are uncertain if you really want to go to the party. But after putting on the Elvira look, you decide that you can't waste it now. So you head out the door and to the next town. You know exactly where it's going to be because over the past week you've driven past it a couple of times just out of curiosity while you were on your regular errands. Deliberately, you leave home so that you will arrive about an hour after the party starts. That way, if you notice there are no cars there yet, you don't have to stop. You're surprised to find that there are a couple of dozen cars already parked when you arrive. You're still nervous about going to a party where you don't know anyone, but you decide to park anyway. You sit in your car for a few minutes asking yourself "What am i doing? I don't have time to go to a party." But, you're here. You're dressed in costume. Tonight, you are Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. You go up to the door.

  It's an unusually warm night for late October and the front door is open so you go on in. You're immediately greeted by a woman dressed as Jeannie from the TV show "I Dream of Jeannie." The second thing that you notice is that her top is virtually sheer. You get a glimpse of her nipples standing out as she welcomes you to her party. She introduces herself as Julie and tells you to come on in and enjoy yourself. She offers you a drink and you ask for just a soda for now. She leads you to the kitchen and hands you a glass of soda.

  There are a few people standing around the kitchen, all in costume. One is dressed as a nurse, in a very short outfit and showing lots of cleavage. There's a man dressed as Zorro with his shirt unbuttoned almost to his waist and showing that he obviously works out and keeps himself in shape. For just a moment, you're tempted to just reach over and run your hand down his muscled chest. The other person, another woman, is in a pirate costume. She's wearing short shorts and a halter tied up under her obviously plentiful breasts. She reaches out and touches your arm while expressing how much she loves your costume.

  It's just dawned on you that what you thought was simply a party for grownups is literally an "adult" party. This gives you two distinct feelings: One, you're a bit nervous having never been in this type of environment before. Two, you feel an unusual tingle low in your body as you realize exactly what might be going on in other rooms of this house. You consider just leaving, but decide to stay and satisfy a bit of curiosity. You've heard of adult themed parties before but had never been brave enough to actually attend one. You're here, so you might as well look around. You can just see what it's like without having to participate in anything at all. The three people in the kitchen all told you their names, but you were too distracted to catch what they were. And you didn't notice that Julie had just introduced you as Elvira, since you hadn't given your name. That seems just fine to you. You can just be known as Elvira for the night.

  As you enter the living room, you notice that there's a crowd around the center of the room. You also notice that most of the costumes don't cover up much at all. Most of the women are either in very short skirts or simply in lingerie. The men are equally attired in revealing and sexy outfits such as a Scotsman in a kilt, Tarzan in just a loin cloth, and a Spiderman whose costume leaves very little to the imagination. As you get closer, you see what everyone is looking at: There's a couple in the middle of the room and she is stroking him as she's running her tongue along his hard shaft. This completely surprises you. You're embarrassed, but
also fascinated that this could actually be happening in front of you. You've never thought of yourself as a voyeur, but you can't pull your eyes from the show in front of you. You find that your body is reacting to the view. And you look at the others around you, wondering what they're thinking. The thought crosses your mind "Do they know what I'm feeling?" You notice that no one is looking at you, they're mostly enjoying the show. You do notice that one couple is standing with the woman in front of the man and that he has his arms around her and is openly fondling her breasts. It's obvious that he's rubbing himself against her barely covered ass. Neither seems to care that they're in a group of people and that some, at least, don't even know them. Then you realize that might be why they're not concerned about it. Perhaps, like you, no one at the party knows them.

  You go back to watching the couple in the middle of the room. She's continuing, now taking him into her mouth. She's in a costume as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Her skirt reaches almost to her knees, but as she leans over the man sitting in front of her, the skirt lifts in the back. It looks like she might even be raising her ass higher than necessary just so that it will raise her skirt. She seems to be enjoying knowing that she's being watched as much as she is enjoying what she's doing to the man.

  As the couple continues, a man moves out from the crowd toward them. He stands behind "Dorothy" and raises her skirt up over her back, completely exposing her to the audience. She obviously doesn't mind as he starts caressing her ass with his hand. In fact, as his hand moves toward the top of her thighs, she spreads her legs slightly. He reaches down between her legs and you have a full view of him running his fingers along her wet lips. She spreads her legs further as he inserts a finger inside of her. Again, none of the participants seem to care that they're being watched.