Erotica Anthology #3

#10 Reluctant II. The anal rape shorts continue in chapter 2. It has been a while ago since they have met. He knows that he has been crushing over her for as long as he can remember. He wants her, so badly, and now he finally has the chance to have her. Sharon just got a sweet new place — a small and compact apartment in the city for her to live in by herself — and she is inviting everyone to celebrate. As per usual, the girl likes to drink. When she has started, everything else goes down in a slippery slope. She will lose control and just keep on drinking until she drops. And when this happens, usually the responsibility will fall into one of their hands to drive her back home. Her new home is a little bit further than everyone else’s, except for Jarrett’s. So automatically, the duty to deliver her back safe falls into his hand. He will get her back in one piece, that’s for sure, but that does not mean that he will not take the opportunity to get a feel out of her first. They are in his car now, Sharon passed out on the passenger seat. He is just about to buckle her up when he takes notice of how high the end of her dress skirt is riding. His eyes flash to those creamy fair skin, the soft ample form of her inner thighs, all the way up to where her legs meet, covered up nicely with a pair of red C string panties. Bold and sensual. Jarrett can not help but lick his lips. He knows that this is wrong, but he does not care. This is one of those rare chances for him to get closer to her. Besides, if she is conscious, he will never look her way in the way he wants her to. She only sees him as a good friend, and that is it. Well, he can show her just how good he can be. Heat pools to his root just at the mere thought of it. He slowly extends his arm, at first hesitantly, before reaching to her core. His middle finger connects with her heat first, and it immediately finds her c******s underneath all that lace. She is so soft and sensitive that she moans in her sleep, her body able to recognize his touch. Her facial features only scowls slightly, before she settles back to her slumber, a silly smile plastered on her face. His heart hammer in his chest, and he can not help but to want her even more. He slides his middle finger up and down her sensitive bud, while his thumb and index finger trace on her labia lightly, trying to find her entrance. His c**k strains in his jeans pants just from sensing the heat of her p***y. It does not take long before her sweet scent envelopes him, coating his car with the thick fragrance of her natural musk. When he can not control himself anymore, he slides Sharon’s panties out of the way so gently, revealing her bare p***y for him to gaze at. The tender skin of her cunt has become slightly red, all thanks to his administrations. He smirks proudly at his work, before his other hand begins to punctures her core. Her p***y is so supple that he needs to use one hand to part her labia so that he can find her front hole, while the other hand is used to insert into her p***y. She is quite slick, but very tight when he administers his finger into her. Her cunt is trapping around his middle finger, clenching around him tightly. He wants nothing more than to finger-f**k her thoroughly. Jarrett starts pumping her. She is still a bit too dry to his liking, so he uses his other hand to taunt her cilt, trying to make her wet. Sharon purrs in her sleep. His attempts work when more of her wet juices start flowing out. Sharon’s canal has become so slippery wet that by the time his middle finger is f*****g her, he can hear the slapping sound they both make when his finger collides into her, before sliding right back out and repeat the whole process. Again and again until the speed of his hands become so uncontrollable, his movements becomes less calculated and jerking more with need. By the time he slides a second digit into her, his car seat has already been soaked with her fluid. Still, he does not care. If this is all it takes for him to have her, then be it that way. When he lodges all three of his fingers, she becomes even tighter around him. Her p***y convulses with him, answering to his call of need. Sharon is pretty much still fast asleep when he almost brings her to the point of cumming. He knows that she is close, but so is he. His c**k has been going so hard for her that it is practically painful to contain it in his pants. He wants nothing more than to release himself and push himself inside her so deep that she will be tore in two, her body broken in so that she will always be able to remember her. He will pound into her so much, so hard and fast, so long and torturous, that she will be forced to do nothing but remember him. Every inch of him. And when that happens, she will never be able to forget him, always longing for his c**k. There will be no other c**k that will be able to satisfy her like he can. That is when she will crawl to his direction willingly. Jarrett slides his fingers out abruptly, despite the sound of her sighing protest when he does that before he can even finish her. He can not wait to do this any longer. He does not know how he got to muster this much self control, but he finally manages to drive her to her apartment complex, despite almost running into another car twice and speeding up through all the red lights. It is amazing how he never got stopped even once, despite having broken all the rules. He quickly hops off the car, opens the passenger door, adjusts her skirt and hastily gathers her in his arms. He uses her body to cover the obvious tent in his pants. Sharon stirs in her sleep, and that causes him to almost drop her. He lets her down on her legs and wraps her arm around his shoulder. He manages to wake her up slightly to help him walk this through, all the way from the lift and into her door. Once inside, he lays Sharon on her bed, causing her to land on her front side. Her naughty dress manages to do tricks on him again, especially when it lifts up when he plops her to the comfort of her bed. The material is tight, wrapping around her bodylicious physique. Her breasts are tight around the top, half of them already out. The lower half is completely pulled up, having most of the fabric gathering on her midsection. It reveals just how perfectly firm and around her backside is. It allows him to see the remaining side of her C string, which itself is consist of only lace that asset her rumps like a gift wrapper. There is a split in the middle, which allows to present him with her back entrance. Sharon’s body is just begging to get f****d, and Jarrett has become too horny to possess any other form of self restrain. He rips off her dress like they are made out of tissue, the muscles in his arms pulsing and jittering just as bad as the ones in his c**k. He flips her over and starts sucking on her n*****s. They are pink and her areola is wide enough to cover a good amount of her breasts. They are so tempting to the touch, and when his mouth envelopes around them, he practically turns undone from the contact. Sharon melts against his touch, purring and moaning softly through those perfectly full and rosy lips of hers. She makes just all kinds of sounds he likes, and he can not help but to groan hoarsely in appreciation. Jarrett has nuzzled himself in between her parted legs, his c**k taking a nest against her heat. While he sucks and nibbles around the roundness of her breasts and the crook of her slim neck, his c**k tightens even more. With this much cleavage, how can a man control himself? His c**k gradually becomes so hard that it is too painful to hold in. And when that happens, he quickly fumbles at his pants and unzip himself. He wears no briefs, so it takes no effort to release himself, finally springing his c**k free. He rips her panties in half also, fingers grabbing and pulling so ferociously and the fragile fabric rips apart effortlessly. The material can not fight with the strength of his eagerness. He slides his erection into her p***y. Her tight canal is already so soaking wet and glistening for him, so it does not take that much effort to push himself all the way in. Her cunt envelopes and wraps around her so perfectly in fit, it is as if she was born for him, her cunt presenting only to nest his c**k. It feels so great being inside of her, and Jarrett can not help but thrust into her birth canal. She is just so tight and hot around him, he can feel the muscles of her inner walls starting to milk him. He takes hold around her waist in order to keep her still as he slides himself in and out of her gripping walls. He pounds into her cunt for quite some time, before the continues jiggling of her ass begins to get to him. As much as he enjoys her p***y, he wants nothing more than to ram himself into her ass. So he pulls out, c**k is stiff, rigid and all, before burying himself into her back entrance. Sharon’s ass is even tighter than her cunt. Her back passage is obviously dry. But thanks to the contribution from her wet cunt, combined with his own pre-c*m, he can slide through her with slight ease. It does not take long before he starts f*****g her asshole hard, going all the way without showing even an ounce of self control. Jarrett hammers into her without much care, wanting nothing more in his mind than to possess every inch of her, coating her holes with his c*m, touching every inch and corner of her intimate caverns, filling her up thoroughly and repeatedly in endless thrusts. He always slams right back into her cunt thirstily, just moments after he pulls out. He wants to leave his mark and scent at every bit of her skin, especially her holes. All of this rocking motion is bringing Sharon back to consciousness. Her sight is still dizzy, and everything shakes around her. Wait, is this really just her? Or is it because of something else. Then she hears the groaning and grunting sounds a man makes, causing her to wiggle around in panic fast. Her eyes find a male body thrusting into her, and fear floods to her immediately like ice water. Sharon dares herself to look up further, only to find a familiar face. “J-j-jarrett?” she sounds out in disbelieve. He must have heard her, so he stops in hesitation, though only for a second. He lifts his gaze to look at her glassy eyes, only to abruptly look away and turn his attention back to where it was. “N-n-no . . . Stop-p,” she sounds so weak and helpless. He continues thrusting into her, his girth stretching and grazing against her in powerful, knees shaking frictions. Her passages squirm involuntarily for him, and she does not know how to think of any of this anymore. She is still heavily drunk, and she can feel her head pounding hard until it hurts too much. “You can’t . . . I—” she struggles to talk through the hammering pain — both from her head and her lower half. It seems to corner her at every direction, overwhelming her body and senses. Sharon’s consciousness does not last long, as she passes out just merely moments afterwards. At some point, he begins to alternate himself between her asshole and her p***y. He thrusts himself deep into her ass, reaching all the way in until he can not push himself any further, before sliding his c**k out, her walls gripping around him so tightly, wanting nothing more than to milk him out all the way through until his erect c**k finally releases from her tight back entrance. Then he will position her against him, descending her body right back into his d**k. The head of his c**k pokes at her labia, pushing them apart in order to occupy his size, sliding all the way through with the penetration, before his prick is nestled perfectly in her cunt. With her shattered clothes spread all across the bed in a mess, he f***s her deep and hard into the mattress. Jarrett has changed positions with her for several times now, having always taken the dominant part. At first he is f*****g her against the bed, with her back against the surface — just barely hanging by the edge — and her waist raised to meet with his eager c**k repeatedly, her legs parted and hang right by his sides. The feel is great when he has complete control of their pleasure. Then when he grows to become more restless, he will also climb into the bed, kneeling right in between her legs in order to dive himself even deeper within her. He cums inside her several times, the last ejaculation spurting outmuch more semen than the previous one. It feels great to be inside her. It is as if she is built to milk out his spending. Thrusting and thrusting, c*m after c*m, yet he still has not grow tired of her tight canals yet. He uses her in every way he sees fit. Front and back, then back to front again. But even after using her so many times, Sharon’s holes are still as tight as ever, gripping around him to encourage him further. Sharon’s head is still spinning and she groans from the pain. Everything is still hazy when she wakes up for the second time. Her body is still being tossed around like a toy, and both of her receiving ends burn stingingly. It takes everything for her to finally get up and open her eyes. Jarrett is still pounding into her asshole, and she knows for sure this time that it is not a dream. She is not hallucinating it. He is taking advantage of her unconscious state. “Jarret, stop this!” she wants nothing more than to scream out, but she finds that she has lost her voice, her throat too dry for her to even muster the energy to speak. Sharon clears her throat and tries again. “No . . . !” she mumbles her protests, not even loud enough to earn his attention this time around. He is so lost, his eyes close as he focuses his attention on moving his muscles, sliding his huge girth in and out of her tight back passage. Her insides burn. She has never really been that stretched in that particular area, and her body limbs are too weak to move. She tries to use her legs, trying to kick him off or push him. She ends up lifting one leg to put pressure underneath his chest. That is when Jarrett blinks open one of his eyes, peaking to her fruitless attempt. So she just woke up. But the effects of the alcohol still clearly influence her heavily. She is weak and helpless against his penetrations, and he likes her just the way she is now. “S-stop this, y-you’re going to regret this,” she says through clenched teeth, letting out an audible moan when he moves inside her at a particular angle, touching a very sore and deep spot. “Your mouth might say no, but your body tells another story,” he responds to her. Sharon lifts her other leg, trying to push him away with both lower limbs. But Jarrett simply takes advantage of the change of position and moves towards her, diving into her even deeper. Sharon’s body convulses and shakes, overridden by the waves of pleasure that keep coming into her. He is inescapable. She tries to distance herself away from him, much to her efforts. His strong grip keeps her in her place and steady. Her head spins faster thanks to this position, which lifts up the rest of her body even higher, causing blood to pool in her head. “No, please no,” she begs pleadingly, a tear rolling from one eye. She looks even much more beautiful like this, looking so fragile and defenseless. He lifts her waist in order to plunge himself even deeper within her, burying his length all the way in. Her ass greets him with unending warmth, and her walls pulse and vibrate for him in return. He can see that Sharon is trying hard to deny what she is feeling, but her efforts are futile. Pleasure is consuming her body too much, and her mind can not think straight. All she can do is keep echoing her pleading, asking him to stop. More tears roll out when she knows that he is never going to let her go, never going to stop plunging himself into her in this repeated motion. So she gives up, her muscles going limp as the last of her preversed strength is driven out from her body. Jarrett uses that opportunity to catch her sliding legs with his hands and gather her legs up, folding them downwards until her knees almost touch her face. He uses that position to dig deeper, his c**k ramming so far within her that she swears he almost tears something inside her. It hurts, but his pre-c*m makes the friction slightly better. She eventually learns that if she just relax and let her muscles unflexed, the motion will hurt even less. So Sharon just lays there, taking in every inch of him until he can not go any further, his balls slapping against her asscheeks at every collision of his pounding. Jarrett knows that he is close, so he shifts her legs against his shoulders and lowers himself even further, stretching her muscles to the max. When he cums, hot jets shot itself into her, leaving her struggling for the bile that rises to the back of her throat and shivering in the cold. Cold sweat covers her entire body as a result. Even minutes far after he is done, she can feel him emptying the last bit of his spending into her, not wanting to release her even for a second. By the time he pulls out, there is already a gaping hole in her rosebud, a clear evidence of his rude claiming. Sharon snaps and crawls to herself, pushing away from him until her back hits her new bed frame. She hugs herself around her knees, shaking. Plenty of his c*m is still leaking off her ass as she cries to herself. Jarrett is far from done, though. He slowly approaches her, dragging his out in order to agitate her even more. She tries to dodge from her, but he is much faster and stronger. He takes advantage of her drunken state and unfolds her arms, pulls her up and places her on top of his, her back against his chest. Sweat and c*m cover both of them, but he can care less. He pulls her waist back when she tries to get away from him, his c**k finding her still tight assring snugly. Though this time, instead of forcibly moving himself inside her, he allows himself to stay in her ass, allowing her to adjust to his size. “No . . . I don’t want this. Please stop this, Jarrett.” “Hush now, just relax and enjoy yourself,” he whispers into her ear from behind. “But I can’t. I don’t want to do this with you. This is so wrong.” She tries to wiggle herself away from him, but his strong hands always make sure to keep her still. Though having her moving around on top of him is making all kinds of sounds to vibrate through his throat. “Sharon, can’t you feel how hard I am for you? How my c**k fits inside you perfectly?” He moves his hands up to feel her body up, outlining her body shape. Her breath is caught in her throat when he pauses on her breasts, before cupping them with his big hands. Big hands for big breasts. Big hands for a huge c**k. “No, I don’t want this. Stop this. It hurts, Jarrett,” she cries out. “Why? Why are you doing this to me? I thought we were friends.” He plays with her breasts and n*****s as he answers her. “We’ve been friends for long enough. There is a line one can draw from all this. I can’t hold myself back anymore. And when I saw you in those red panties, I just had to have you.” He then releases one of her breasts in order to sneak his thick fingers into her p***y. She is wet, but her passage is still sore from all the f*****g he did to her. He can hear Sharon groaning in pain, the lewd sound she makes mixed with purrs of pleasure. He can feel himself growing even harder than he already is inside her, and the walls of her back passage clamps around him in return. Jarrett’s fingers play with her p***y, drawing all kinds of naughty sounds from her sweet lips. The more he slides in and out from her lower lips, the louder does the obscene sounds become. His voice is coarse and dry when he bites into his ear and groans, “Naughty girl.” He knows that he is slowly affecting her. Her body is still tense against him, but that does not matter. It is only a matter of time before she completely gives in and gives herself to him. He will f**k her until the only thing she can think about is him and his c**k. He moves within her in precise and calculated motion, prolonging his movement just to agitate her — this time from pleasurable purposes. He slides himself in and out in slow, torturous motion, purposefully drawing her out. She withers and purrs against him, with each stroke bringing her into a brand new resolve, collapsing her defences and making her back shag against him. Before long, she has turned into his puppet for him to play with. Oh, how lovely his dear Sharon has turned out to be. He knows that she will not disappoint him. And now that she has become more obedient towards him, he takes the opportunity to change their position. He bends her over and guides her into a kneeling posture. The action causes his c**k to slip out from her asshole. Sharon immediately groans in response, not happy that she is being suddenly departed from the pressuring pleasure. The protest comes out before she can control herself, and Sharon’s cheeks go up in flames in shame. How can she ever want him, after what he did to her? How can she long for him, when her body has been manipulated to want him so badly like this? But even knowing those facts, her instinct tells her to guide herself back to him. Jarrett takes that chance to lean back and thrust his hips up, allowing them to reconnect. His d**k slips into her waiting cunt like a reflex, sliding in so smooth and fluidly. Heat is pooling in her stomach. Their breathing turns erratic and their body temperatures rise. “Yes, that’s it. Good girl.” His praising only snaps her hazed thoughts, causing Sharon to start fighting him off. “No, this is wrong. I don’t want this!” “What are you talking about, Sharon? Look at you. Do you really think you don’t want me?” He shoves his fingers out of her, scooping a large amount of her c*m to gather in his hand. The woman looks down at the evidence of her pleasure in wide eyes. “I just can’t let this continue. Let me go.” She abruptly crawls off of him and climbs off the bed. Sharon only gets three steps away from him before he catches up to her fast, already positioning himself behind her. One hand grabs her wrists, and she is instantly pulled right back towards him, his member sliding into her asshole with ease. Sharon groans in response, before trying to release herself. Jarrett already anticipates her intention this time, and leaves no open chances for her to make another escape. He gets a firm hold of her waist and starts guiding her back to him every time she tries to move away. Sharon tries desperately to free herself from her friend — or who she thinks used to be her friend. How can a friend do something like this to another friend, when she clearly is asking for him to let her go. Jarrett is too determined. She can see it in his eyes when she turns around to look at him, and she can feel it with the way his body moves against hers. She tries to escape him, to no result. Every time she manages to distance herself even just a little bit, allowing his c**k to slide out from her butthole until only his head remains, Jarrett will always make sure to pull her right back with renewed strength, forcing her to take him all the way in all over again. They continue this dejecting dance, over and over until they find themselves panting from exhaustion. Her asshole turns red, burning from inside out from the heated frictions, and his d**k is so close to bursting out another round of semen from all of this teasing. “N-o, let go of me . . .” she protests when she can feel him nearing his limit. She does not want more of his c*m to take reside inside her. This is so wrong. She has always thought of him as a friend. They are so close, sometimes she even thought of him as a brother she never had. How could it turn out this way? She wants nothing more than to put some distance between them, but every time she moves away, he always find a way to pull her right back. This is not fair. She is still suffering from the effects of the alcohol in her system, while he is probably still pretty much sober. Another wave of exhaustion hits her, and this time she loses all strength until she can not even stand on her own anymore. Her back collapses against his chest, and his arms are ready to catch her. He pulls her against him like she is a rag doll, positioning her body as he sees fit once more. Sharon can do nothing more than to groan in discontent as he slides out of her to better move around. She lies against him as he rests her back against his taut chest, the back of her head resting against one side of his stiff shoulder while her arms made to be thrown at the back and wrapped around his neck. The guy parts her legs and grabs hold of each. In a second, he lifts her up, his hands supporting her weight by her tights. Now with a better access to her ass, he pounds into her mercilessly. She screams and cries out, both from pain and pleasure of her raising climax. He joins her not soon later. Both are too lost in their own physical bliss that soon everything blurs out around them, even the logic and gravity of their situation. He pumps into her ass hard, each thrust almost pushing them over the edge. When he finally reaches his limit, he stills for a moment only hearing the sounds of their raging breath and beating hearts, before finally diving right back in. He penetrates the furthest, most intimate part of her, sliding his length against the sensitive thin separator of her inner flesh, until he finally fills her up thoroughly with his girth. The brutal mercy of his invasion finally outdoes her, causing her to convulse and release herself around him. They c*m at the same time; him releasing his seeds right into her asshole while her v****a walls spasm, causing her back entrance to clench so hard against him, she is milking him out for another wave of c*m. So he pounds into her still despite the strain of the climax, jabbing into her hole in reckless direction, pounding into her hole because it is the only way he can truly get off with maximum satisfaction. The second wave hits him before long, and he cums all over inside her again. Her body does all kinds of things to him that makes him want to let go of his usually self restrain and be as feral and out of control as possible. Wild and crazy, like an animal. He has been wanting her so badly for a long while, he is willing to take her by force and ruin what they have. They say if you want to build something, first you have to break it apart. And he intends to do the same to her, f*****g her until he earns her submission. But for now, rest take them over. His c**k is still buried inside her when he places her at the bed beside him.