Forced Forever

Forced & Used in the Library By My Best Friend

Forced & Used in the Library By My Best Friend

"Yes, you are. You're my little b***h, and you'll do anything I want. Just like you're doing right now."

"No," I said, trying not to get turned on by his touch. "I'll never do anything you want. Never," I said quietly.

He slapped my a*s hard, and I yelped. My skin stung, and burned from the slap. But I wished I could ask him to do it again.

"I'm so sick of pretending, Grace. Every time we've ever hung out, I went home afterwards and stroked my c**k. I sprayed my c*m all over my f*****g hand so much, that I'm no longer able to hold myself back. I had to have the real thing, not just what my imagination could conjure up. You understand that, don't you?"

"Yes," I replied, my voice quivering.

He slapped my a*s again, but this time he did it harder. "Good girl. Now I'm gonna keep s******g you until your a*s is red and sore. Until you beg me to f**k you."

I knew he was serious, and there was no way he wouldn't keep his promise.

I cried as he smacked my a*s again, and again. He did it at least ten times before I cried out, "Please! Please don't make me say it. Please don't make me."

"Oh, Grace, you won't be able to sit down tomorrow after I'm done with you. But you could end this now by just telling me to f**k you."

I wasn't ready for that yet though. I was enjoying the s******g a little too much...

"f**k you, Ty," I said, only because I knew it would trigger another slap. And it did. And another one followed, and then another. He kept them up hard and fast until the blissful pain had turned only to pleasure and I began to moan with each s******g.

"Oh, f**k me!" I cried out.

"What was that?" He asked.

I took several quick breaths, and tried to respond to him. But I couldn't. I was in another world entirely now -- one where it seemed the library had become a place of ecstasy for me, rather than a place where my best friend was about to forcefully take my p***y. My body was giving him permission to do whatever he wanted to me, even if my mind knew it was wrong to want this so badly.

"I--I didn't say a thing," I whispered.

He pressed his mouth to my ear. "Yes, you did. So just let yourself say it, my sweet little s**t. Tell me you want my c**k inside this soaking wet cunt of yours."

"God, you're so f*****g mean to me," I said. My face was wet with tears, but I didn't think they were tears of sadness anymore. There was a joy to them now. I was reveling in the taboo nature of my enjoyment. All my life I had been a good girl who was saving herself for marriage. But today it seemed Tyler figured out how to get the truth out of me. My good girl side was the lie, and this s*x crazed little s**t for Tyler was what I had always secretly wanted to be, even if I hadn't known it.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. "f**k me, please!" I shouted.

Tyler laughed. "My pleasure, Grace."

I felt him take his c**k and press it to my p***y. He pushed it against me, and I could feel the head sliding into me. I bit my tongue, and prepared myself for what was about to happen.

We both knew he had to slide it into me slowly. I was a virgin, after all. He had to take it easy, and I had to relax. He began to push it in, and the feeling was almost overwhelming.

"Oh god," I whispered, closing my eyes.

"That's right, Grace. We're doing this. Whether you like it or not."

"Oh god, I don't care," I said. "I want it."

I heard him say something incoherently, and he pushed more of his c**k into me. I couldn't believe it. I was losing my virginity to my best friend. This was something I never could have imagined. I felt so dirty. I was going to hell right now, and I was loving every second of it.

I moaned as he pushed more of his c**k into me. With each passing second, I felt a new sensation. I felt the tightness of my p***y, the tightness of the walls of it around his c**k. I felt the heat of his c**k as it stretched me further and further. I heard my moans, and his grunts and groans. I felt his c**k throbbing as he slid it into me, and I felt the walls of my p***y massaging him.

And all the while, I couldn't believe I was doing something like this. The thought of it kept crossing my mind. All this pleasure was coming from my best friend sliding his c**k into my virgin p***y. I wanted to live in this moment forever, and at the same time, I feared it would never stop.

"Oh, that's so f*****g tight," he said, his voice strained. "I don't think I'm gonna be able to stop myself from coming very quickly.

But soon he began to slowly work his c**k in and out of my juicy little hole. He grunted, and groaned with each entry, and I moaned right along with him. I gripped the bookshelf tight, and rested my chin on it.

I could feel him thrusting in and out of me. He was into it now, and he wasn't stopping until he filled me with his sticky c*m. I loved it. I loved it all. I loved the feeling of being taken like this, of being filled with his c**k which wasn't even all the way in.

I wanted it all though. I wanted more.

"More," I moaned.

He groaned, and said, "I can't go any further inside you, Grace. You're so f*****g tight. I'm afraid it would hurt you. Unless you want that pain, baby girl."

"More!" I moaned. "It won't hurt. I want it. I want it all. It won't hurt me. f**k me like you mean it, asshole."

He pushed forward, and I felt his c**k sliding deeper and deeper into me until I felt him at the very entrance of my womb. I moaned, and he moaned. I could hear the sound of wetness between us, the sound of his c**k sliding in and out of me.

"Oh, Grace, you're so f*****g sexy," he said. "You're so f*****g sexy you deserve this. This is how you were made to be f****d. I know, because I've been talking to God."

"What?" I asked, confused.

"I said, I've been talking to God, and he said you were born to be f****d, just like this. To have someone like me totally ripping your f*****g hymen to shreds. He said his handiwork in you was perfect, and you were built to be f****d. And so I am. I'm f*****g you, Grace. I'm f*****g you like you need to be fucked."

"f**k me!" I moaned. "f**k me like a little s**t. f**k your little princess. f**k me like you own my f*****g body. f**k me like I'm your dirty little whore."

I didn't know where I was getting all these words from. I was just letting them spill out of me as my body shook in ecstasy. He pounded me harder, and established a driving rhythm that felt so good I couldn't hold my o****m in a second longer.

"Oh f**k!" I cried out. "Oh f**k f**k f**k!"

My p***y spasmed around his c**k as I felt it begin to throb. I cried out as my p***y tried desperately to milk his c**k. I was having the first o****m of my life that wasn't from me just touching myself, and it didn't disappoint. I'd watched some p**n movies before, and I knew the girl in them struggled to describe their orgasms in words. I felt the same way.

"Holy s**t!" I cried out. "Oh, Jesus!"

I shook my head as the feeling lingered for a full minute. I didn't know if I was ever going to get used to orgasms like that.

And then, he pushed his c**k deeper into me and let out a cry of his own. I felt thick, sticky fluid filling my p***y, and I knew it was his c*m. At the same time, he pulled his c**k out of me, and it was still sputtering c*m all over my a*s.

He whirled me around and slammed his lips against mine. My mouth opened for him instantly, and our tongues fought for domination. We both breathed heavily, and he slipped his arms around me, pulling me tight against his body.

"Now I'm gonna f**k your little asshole," he said. "If you think that was all you're getting tonight, you're wrong."

I felt a sense of unease rippling through me as I thought of Tyler f*****g my a*s as hard as he had f****d my p***y.

"Ty, please -- maybe don't do that," I whispered. "It'll hurt too much."

"Come with me," he said.

He took me by the hand, and led me to the library's main seating area. He sat down on one of the chairs.

"Sit on my lap," he commanded.

I did so, and he grabbed hold of my waist, moving me so that my asshole connected with the tip of his still hard c**k.

"Please, Tyler, please..."

"Yeah, you want me to f**k your a*s, don't you?"

"You can f**k my p***y again! Okay? You can shove your c**k down my throat until I'm choking all over it again! But please don't do this to me. Please don't fucking...ahhhhhh!" I screamed as he slammed my a*s down onto his c**k. My a*s burned and I felt that burn throughout my entire body. And right there I began to crave it as if I had wanted it all along. Once again, Tyler knew what I wanted before I even knew it myself.

The pain and pleasure were so intense it felt like I would lose myself completely. I was falling into some kind of dark void of twisted pleasure and there would be no going back. He bounced me up and down his c**k, and I just kept screaming "f**k MY LITTLE a*s!"

Tyler laughed as he laid claim to yet another one of my virgin holes.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" he asked.

"I f*****g love it!" I cried. "I never knew my a*s could feel this good!"

"You like having your a*s used as a little s**t?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm a f*****g little s**t! I'm your little s**t! I'm your f*****g little f*****g s**t, Tyler! Oh, God, please don't stop! Please, I'm begging you, please don't stop f*****g my little f*****g a*s!"

All this talk made me feel so dirty and so submissive. This was the role that I craved, I realized. I wanted to be used by Tyler. I wanted to be his permanent little fucktoy. I wanted to be called names and have him pull my hair, or maybe even wrap his hands around my throat and a choke me a bit while he f****d the s**t out of me. But maybe not today. Maybe that was more than I could handle.

Still, I didn't stop him when he reached around and grabbed my throat. He didn't apply too much pressure, but his hand still felt good there. Someday soon I would work up the courage to ask him to be even rougher with me.

For now, I just let him f**k me like that for a long time. He felt so good inside my a*s. For a moment, I even forgot about everything else, and there was nothing left in the world except his c**k.

My mind was completely blank. His c**k was my whole world. It was hitting a spot deep inside me that I didn't even know existed. It was filling that spot. It was everything.

My body shook as I had an o****m. I screamed out, and Tyler's c**k erupted inside my a*s. He groaned and we came hard together.

When we were done, he lifted me off his c**k. I turned to face him, and a huge grin spread across my face.

"Did you just make me c*m by f*****g my a*s?" I asked. "Because that was really f*****g intense."

"I did, didn't I?" He replied, a smug smile on his face.

I leaned forward and kissed him. Then I pulled back, slapped him hard across the face, turned around and shook my a*s at him.

"Well, are you gonna keep me waiting, or are you gonna f**k me again, you dirty bastard?"

"Wow. I've created a monster," he said. "Let me go clean up, and then I'll pump some more c*m into that tight p***y of yours. Before we're done tonight, you'll be knocked up. I can't wait to see the pregnant belly I give you!"

"Neither can I!" I shouted.

Who knew the library could be so f*****g fun?

THE END