Forced Quickies

by Rosa Alvarado

  After that she had spent most of the next two hours reading and wanking over several of the dirtier monster descriptions trying to decide which to summon. She'd got a bit carried away and now lay back on her bed, totally naked, half asleep, a sheen of sweat and her own juices glistening on her skin.

  She suddenly shot awake when her doorbell rang. Instantly she remembered that days ago she'd arranged for Karen to come over for dinner. She'd have to let her in and wondered if she would be able to tell if the spell had worked.

  Hurriedly she pulled on her short black skirt and green t-shirt and brushed her hair into place as best she could. She had no time for underwear or to hide the book so slammed her bedroom door shut as the strode to the front door, the bell chiming again as she did so.

  The End.

  Wrong

  His hand pushed down against my spine, holding me flat to the mattress. As I turned my head to look round at him he thrust downwards, pressing me deeper into the springs. My heart thudded heavily. For a moment I was so intently aware of the air against my exposed skin, the shock of cool hitting wet that I shivered. It drew a groan from him. A low and desperate sound.

  Unseen I heard the pop of a plastic lid. It dropped softly against the carpet. Then the wet slurp of ointment being scooped out. My body tingled all the way to my toes. Fear, sharp and sudden blossomed, this was going to hurt. All the talk of taboo and dirty seemed less arousing with the possibility of actual pain. My breath choked in my throat as I fought for a way to phrase a refusal. Words that would decline but not kill the headiness of arousal.

  The slap to my buttocks stole my thoughts. Leaving only the heat and sting across softly jiggling skin. Again and again. My breath stopped. My cunt wept. My brain whipped wildly between wanting and not wanting.

  Just when I'd adjusted to the rhythm of slap and wait he pressed his cock to my hole. My body was too lost in the rough and tumble of restrained force to voice an objection. My fingers dug into the quilt below me. I was wrestling with the idea of twisting, turning and rolling out from under him but he rested his weight on me, pinning me firmly.

  His cock head pulsed against my arsehole. One, twice, I began to shake my head, no, but he thrust downwards. So hard and so fast, his cock so thickly greased, that my body opened for him in a way it never had before. Thick, thick, swollen meat filled my unused hole, so thoroughly that I squeaked in shock. My taut anal muscle rang hot with the force. I gasped, too shocked to interpret any sensation. His cock was thicker than it had ever been, feeling more like a fist. It sat deep inside me, pulsing with forbidden promise. My muscles were stinging. My body jerked under his in an attempt to reject his invasion. He groaned and hissed through his teeth. Shockingly his cock seemed to grow. It pulsed and thickened even further. His thighs shuddered as they pressed against mine.

  Just when I thought he was in as deep as he could go he pressed down and opened me up another inch, then two. I gasped. He groaned. It was in my head to push him off, the shock so encompassing, then I breathed out and realised that though it hurt it was not the hurt of my fears.

  My arse did hurt, it burned and pulsed with the abuse of the invasion, but the heat moistened my cunt beyond it regular slickness. I could feel my arousal sliding down my thighs. I made a soft helpless sound, trapped between my pain and my desire. Unable to decide.

  I didn't have to. He chose for me. With a roar of masculine need he pulled back a fraction, grazing his cock against the sensitive wall of my arse, then he shoved down with his hips with a ferocity that overwhelmed me. His cock speared deep into my arse. It felt like his arm and not his cock was fucking me. My hole was so narrow, so tight, that his cock was magnified proportionately. It delved like a punch that kept coming until it felt like acres of cock ploughed all the way to my throat.

  The sensation was so strong, so wrong, that I cried out. He stopped, held himself still so that the only movement was the thud of his pulse. That pulse was so strong, so deeply buried in me, that I moaned and stretched beneath him. Rolling my spine so that my buttocks pushed upwards towards him, a small encouragement that didn't go a miss.

  He took advantage of my raised hips and slipped his hand between my legs. Two fingers slid into my wet sex. Orgasm hit like a sledgehammer. I rocked and groaned, helpless beneath him. With a growl he added two more fingers, stretching open my pulsing cunt and force-feeding my body with sensation. His heat surrounded me, invaded me, and coaxed me. Whichever way I turned I was assailed by yet more. Arching upwards would rasp my shoulders with his chest hair, straining away from his fingers forced his cock deeper into my aching arse, and peeling away from his cock impaled me on his fingers. I rocked in sensational oblivion. My body so alive to every touch that I could only shake and tremble, my mouth too disconnected from my brain to form words.

  He waited until the climax subsided. Until I was shivering weakly, panting. I could feel the tension of his intention but lacked the awareness to prepare for it. A fingernail grazed the hard bud of my nipple and as my body jerked in reaction he pulled away from me. His cock seemed to stretch my arse on its way out almost as much as its entry. The feeling so unexpected that I had barely registered that when he thrust back in. Stiffening beneath him at the fierce lunge, my muscles tensing in protest, his fingers bunched inside my cunt spread wide open, stretching those muscles from within.

  As I grew accustomed to the feeling of being stretched so taut the pain lessened and was replaced by the sensation of him sliding his greased cock along the walls of my arse. It was not somewhere that had been tickled before and felt something like a blow to the funny bone, painful and strange all at once. With the understanding that this was not true pain, not unbearable, I relaxed more deeply and was assailed by the sensation of his cock rubbing the length of that tight, tight space. His breathing deepened and that triggered yet another sensation. The knowledge that my body was going to make him cum. I felt the tension in his thighs, the stiffening of his cock, the burrowing of his fingers and the shuddering of his breath on my shoulder.

  "Dirty little bitch." He hissed.

  I smiled at the words, couldn't stop myself. They were not pleasant ones but from his lips they were the highest of compliments. Worth more than all the goddesses and angels in the world. Better still I felt dirty, his fat swollen cock pumping grease into my arse. It didn't matter how liberated I was it felt wrong. And when something felt this wrong it had to be right.

  I ground down against his hand, demanding, urging, his fingers probed deep inside me, ripping another orgasm from my body. It was too much for him; he gave a bellow, one of shock and triumph. With a painful grinding of his hips he pumped thick streams of hot cum into my arse whilst I shook and spasmed beneath him, my own pleasure heightened by his.

  I sighed and stretched my arms above my head, my body pulsing with satisfaction. "Ok you were right. I do like anal. That means you get to watch the sports channel."

  He snorted with laughter and slapped a palm across my bum. "I don't know why you argue with me, we haven't found anything that you don't like yet."

  The End.

  Waking Up

  Waking up she rolled over and her arm crossed his chest. She kissed his shoulder and repositioned her leg over his. Nestled between his legs she felt 'him' against her thigh a not uncommon feeling for they had always been intimate and close when sleeping together.

  Almost involuntarily her hand began stroking his chest feeling the muscles which were emerging as he'd started working recently. The results were already making themselves known, while his tummy still had work to be done his chest, arms and legs were showing signs of the paces they'd been put through and were both a bit larger, and much firmer than only 4 short weeks ago and she was appreciative not only for the new feel, but for his determination to be a better man with her in his life. The strokes became more a squeeze as she enjoyed the new muscle, and then she stroked lower...

  His tummy wasn't large, really. In fact she liked her men with some 'meat' on them, p
referring them to the lanky Ethiopian marathon runner physique. It was more a source of concern for him than her and she touched it lovingly. A light crop of hair covered his belly and continued on down to his pubic region which he kept trimmed rather than letting it grow into a forest which she'd never preferred, or shaving it completely which similarly was a turn off for her. Playing here for a moment, feeling both his roundness and the beginnings of his pelvic region, her pinky finger touched the tip of 'him'. Smiling to herself she was pleased with this touch and, circling his belly more she made a point of just touching him with each downward stroke.

  She loved the feeling of him touching the top part of her hand as she did this. It was somehow more erotic to her than holding him right now though she knew already that this is where her ministrations were headed. For a moment she lingered there, his cock laying on top of her hand as she twirled her fingers around his pubic hair. It was growing harder and she could feel it twitch just a bit as it grew. A man's growth had always been a source of amazement for her. How something sometimes so small and almost insignificant, could grow into something so strong and unyielding, and then, after she had made him reach his point of ecstasy, soften again in her hand, or more often her mouth, was nothing less than a miracle in her mind.

  Once again she circled his stomach and this time, when she reached the nether region, rather than sliding underneath him she stroked lightly over his girth and slid her hand downward touching also his sac before circling around again. This she did a few times, and with each stroke, she felt him grow, felt his engorgement, felt her own desire intensify until now she was stroking 'him' lightly with her whole hand. Thumb on one side and fingers lightly touching him on the other she closed her eyes and examined 'him' with her fingers. Stroking from the base on up to the tip and down again to his testicles first touching them lightly and on the next stroke cupping them with her hand.

  She kissed her way down his chest as she held 'him' in her hand still stroking. Down to his belly, kissing him lightly as she dropped her head until finally she was where she wanted to be.

  Michelle loved that part of a man. Adored it, the softness and the hardness of 'him'. And she loved not only touching it with her hand, but feeling it on her face. Kissing 'him' first, she lay next to him and moved his cock over her face touching her cheeks, her closed eyes, her nose, her lips. The smell was intoxicating to her. The wetness which emanated from the tip was nectar. The touch was almost enough for her to have an orgasm without ever having had sex. And with this man more than with any other man previously in her life. She didn't know what it was about him that was so different, but she recognized that he was, and she loved this feeling.

  She placed him on the tip of her lips and opened them slightly, her tongue tasting the wetness there, her nostrils breathing in his scent and her mind wandered for a moment. His scent was different from others. Similar but different. His was one which had pungency to it. Clean, healthy, with a slight hint of the air around salt water sprayed up in the wind. And she wondered momentarily if she could name the various men who'd been in her life from their aromas. And then it went away again. Wrapping her lips around his head she kissed him lightly at first and then deeper. Pulling off him she ran her tongue down the side and up again, and again, and again before pulling him into her mouth once more.

  He was most certainly awake now, his slumber having been pleasantly interrupted by her attentions. Knowing her, and enjoying the knowing, he moved only slightly putting his hands behind his head and breathing in deeply.

  She felt this breath and smiled to herself as her mouth made love to him. Going as deeply as she could and then pulling back, trailing her tongue along the underside of his girth. Rolling her tongue on the tip and then going down again. Michelle loved trying to make it all the way down his shaft but hadn't yet learned the art of deep throat. She stopped as she hit the gag reflex but tried again, pressing forward until she almost made it to the hilt. She was proud of her progress and smiled at herself again.

  Wanting to go faster, she knew that his preference was for slower, deliberate strokes and she accommodated him, gifting him with her mouth. Holding his sac in her hand she massaged him lightly as she worked his length.

  She felt his hands as they now guided her head on him. Holding her hair tightly and moving with her rather than forcing her on him which was their habit when sex was more primitive, gutteral, and urgent. This morning was not that type of sex. It was truly her present to him and he knew it. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on her ministrations and he felt his own urgency rising. He breathed deeply and held it there and she knew that his climax was coming. Now the choice was hers, to take it in her mouth. To taste his seed that she so enjoyed, or, to withdraw and have his semen spread across her cheeks, nose, eyes, mouth. She loved them both but a choice had to be made. The choice was an easy one. He loved it when she held him in her mouth until he softened and this morning that is what she would do. And it happened.

  Holding him just inside of her lips she wanted to taste his semen completely which she could not do were he deep in her throat. His eruption was powerful, and his seed tasted as she remembered. It was almost indescribable, but certainly there were tastes involved - a slight saltiness, an almost milky taste. But then there was the texture to it too. A thickness which she loved to swirl on her tongue until her own saliva diluted it's potency.

  She swallowed and then pulled him deeply into her mouth again, cleaning him. One more time and then she moved up his body again and gave him a kiss.

  "Good morning, my sweet."

  The End.

  Tease Me

  I know that you're watching me... I'm sitting in the window of a cafe, drinking a cup of coffee... you're about 2 windows behind me... I can feel your eyes on me, lingering on my back...

  I finish my coffee and begin to leave, sliding out of my seat and standing up. I go to turn to see what you look like, but in an instant you're behind me, you're hard body pressing against my soft one... you whisper something in my ear, your hot breath tickling my neck, causing me to shiver. I allow you to push me out of the cafe, still unable to turn and see what you look like... We take a few steps away from the door and you let go... I quickly turn around to see what you look like...

  All can see is that you're tall, the rest of you is obscured by motorcycle leathers and a helmet, a chew my lip in frustration. You take my hand and lead me around the corner to where your bike is parked and you motion for me to get on... I climb up behind you , my knees on either side of you and my hands clutching at your waist. You start the bike up and I grab at you tighter, the vibrations of the engine causing the bike seat to rub up against me... I try to shift my position but you ease yourself back further, forcing my legs further apart... you ease the bike out of the parking bay and gun it down the road... the vibrations increase and I try to squeeze my legs together but only succeed in squeezing you, I close my eyes and hang on, wondering where we are going...

  When we stop, I don't know how much time has passed only that it is twilight... all I am conscious of at the moment is rubbery my knees feel and how wet and throbbing my pussy is, I take a deep breath to try steady myself... my breasts swell and push against your back with each breath... I ease myself of the bike, stumbling a bit, but your hand is there to steady me. I look around to see where we are, wherever it is, it is deserted. A breeze lifts my hair from my face and I can smell salt in the wind...

  You come up behind me again, once more before I have a chance to look at you, you hand slips around my waist and you nuzzle behind my ear... I shiver and my legs start to buckle, but you're holding me up until I can steady myself again. Your arm leaves my waist and I close my eyes to prepare myself for turning around and seeing you, when you slip something over my eyes... you've blindfolded me...

  You take my hand and we start walking...

  We walk along... the ground is uneven and I stumble, unable to see where I'm going... I feel your arms around me as you lift me
and carry me... We stop and you put me down... I feel sand underneath my shoes... the breeze is stronger and I can actually hear the waves... you lead me a little further and we stop again, your hand push for me to sit down... I lower myself down and find myself sitting on a soft rug...

  You push me back until I'm leaning on some cushions, and then you begin to take my shoes off, slowly rubbing my feet... I relax slightly as you do this, feeling the breeze on my face, and the warmth of the setting sun... your hands begin to creep higher, still massaging and rubbing... you work on my calves, your strong hands kneading the muscles there... it feels nice and I start to relax more...

  Your hands creep even higher, brushing past my knees... I stiffen and try to close my legs together but it's already too late as you are sitting in between them... I bite my lower lip and my breathing increases... I am still blindfolded... I quickly reach up to take it off, but your hands are on mine stopping me, your body leaning over mine... I can feel your breath on my face... I don't know how close you are until I feel your lips bush against mine, lingering slightly but exerting no pressure... your feather light touch continues along my jaw to just under my ear where you nuzzle lightly. I gasp and shiver, my body beginning to tremble... I feel you take my ear lobe between your lips and you breath in my ear... my body spasms and involuntarily pushes against you...

  Your hands let go of mine, one hand snaking it's away around me to rest on the back of my neck and the other travels slowly down the side of my body and rests on my hip...

  You let go of my earlobe and nuzzle underneath it again, and you support my head as it falls back, baring my neck... you flick your tongue lightly across my throat as your fingers gently massage the back of my neck... your other hand strokes my hip lightly, sending shivers through me...

  Your lips and tongue travel their way to the other side of my neck and gently begin their assault on my other ear... you nuzzle it a bit harder this time, the hand stroking my hips slides its way to the inside of my thigh and tickles gently, I gasp loudly and jerk, only to have you silence it with a kiss... your lips covering mine, and your tongue flickering across them...