Not for the faint-hearted

I’ve been talking to a few people on here, as you do, made a few new friends at the Dark Cavern, well worth a look if you’re interested in alternative lifestyles, and one of the recurring themes just lately has been the issue of forced sex. Maybe because it’s a fantasy site and it’s a frequently mentioned theme by both men and women. Never forget that women have a dark side too, and indulge in rich, arousing fantasies. All of them, not just a few.

And never forget that, like men, their fantasies are mostly just that – highly arousing daydreams that make your knickers wet but are seldom intended to be discussed, never mind come true.

However, it seems clear that both men and women share the same extreme reaction to the issue of forced sex, which is a mixture of anger and excitement. Quite a lot of excitement, judging by the conversations I’ve had online. But of course it’s hard to talk about because you’re not really supposed to enjoy it, whether you’re the woman involved or a man just hearing about it. But there’s no question that we do all enjoy the rawness and the edginess of it to some degree, mostly at a distance, and as far as I’m concerned that makes it a legitimate topic of conversation.

So now I’m going to finish off a story I started more than a year ago. I and didn’t finish it then because some of the people I was chatting to at the time thought it might be a bad idea. Maybe it still is, but as an adult human being, you can make your own mind up about that.

The story starts in my blog small ones , and it might be a good idea to read that first, before you carry on with this. If you don’t want to that’s fine, but you need to know that I’d been at a party, really throwing myself at Dave, who I had fancied for a few weeks and decided to fuck that night while his girlfriend, the hateful Miranda with big tits and a bigger mouth was off somewhere doing her own loutish thing. My ploy worked (naturally) and Dave took me to his Mum’s house for a shag because it was empty for the weekend, unlike the party house, which was heaving.

And what a shag it was. One of the best ever, which is why it got mentioned in the blog. After we’d fucked and sucked each other all around the bedroom, he left me leaning on the dressing table, watching him in the mirror, sat on the end of the bed, playing with his cock, getting it ready to go again by watching me playing with my pussy, fingering between swollen lips all wet and shiny with his cum. It seemed to be getting him hard quite quicly, and thatstarted me off, and all of a sudden I was cumming again myself, almost as hard as when he’d been fucking me, eyes shut, head back, yelling and screaming like I do.

Dave was right behind me again, pulling me upright, spreading my cheeks and then my lips, fingers finding my still-throbbing pussy and holding it wide so he could slip back inside with that wonderful hot stiffness, all the way in, bigger and harder than ever, and sliding in and out, hard and fast, picking me up from the bottom of the slope, as I always think of it, and already starting to lift me upwards with strong, determined, eager thrusts.

I’m not sure when I noticed there was something wrong, though I think – and I know this will sound funny – but I think it was smell. When I realised he smelt different it was immediately obvious that he FELT different as well – he WAS bigger and harder, and when I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror I could see why. It was Kevin inside me, plunging away, already going all ugly in the face – sorry, make that uglier than normal – and Dave was still sat on the bed, stroking his cock while he watched his mate rape me.

Well he might not have been before, but now I was shouting no, and stop and telling him to get off me, even a moron like Kevin couldn’t imagine his attentions were anything but unwanted.

He was holding my hips and leaning over me, grunting with each thrust and I was pushing myself up off he dressing table with both hands when I felt hands on my shoulders, pushing me down again. Dave was next to me now, pressing me against the glass top of the table so I couldn’t get away from Steve. I started kicking and jabbing with my heels but Dave just laughed and curled one leg round mine, so I was pinned down now and just had to stay there bent over the table while Steve fucked me quite hard.

Before I discovered it was him it was beginning to work, and my attention was diverted while I tried to fight him off. Now all I could do was lie there and I could feel it was still working, his cock going in and out, my pussy feeling every move, responding, getting wetter and wider, and that’s when I started screaming and wriggling about, trying to get away sure, but mostly trying to break the rhythm inside me. Not trying to stop him, trying to stop the effect he was having inside me.

He’d obviously been watching all the while, must have followed us there from the party, and when I thought he’d been stood in the doorway while I rammed four fingers in and out of my pussy and made myself cum I wanted to die of shame, even more than I felt now while he was taking what he wanted, which cock large and thick inside me.

I was still wriggling and shouting, but not so much now, and I could tell he was winning, the steady thrusts making my body respond, and making me want to relax and join in, and open wide to get him higher and deeper and faster.

I had one last screaming fit yelling at him to stop and get off me, telling them to let me go, but then it was happening, and my body had joined in with his, my hips flexing just as they had when I had been enjoying the fuck of a lifetime with Dave, and now my face was flat on the glass, hands gripping the table and my breath coming in great big sobs, the usual ooh and ahhs that not ten minutes ago I had been making enthusiastically and now were being wrenched out of me against my will, but I still couldn’t stop them.

I wasn’t quite ready to start yelling encouragement at him though, and it was a bit of a relief when I When I felt him cumming, because it would spare me the embarrassment – and it meant it was all over.

But I was wrong and I knew I was as Dave helped me upright from where I was bent over and led me to the bed. I sat down but then he was pushing me back, saying there, you enjoyed that in the end, didn’t you, and the I noticed he was hard again, and he was pushing me all the way back down onto the bed, leaning over me, forcing one knee between my legs, and I was telling him to stop but he wouldn’t and I tried to push him off but I was lying on a soft bed pushing upwards and he was just letting his weight do all the work. And his mate. Come on then, he said to Steve, who’d been tucking himself away, and the fat boy waddled over and pressed down on my shoulder with one hand, pulling my leg with the other, and now Dave was between my thighs, leaning over me, lower and lower and I was wriggling and jerking to keep away from him but it wasn’t easy, and I was running out of strength when he said hold her then, and Steve said I am, but then he scooped up my leg with his arm, lifting under my knee, pulling my legs wider but making it harder to move my bum away from Dave and then he was in, whoosh, just like that, right up inside me, and he dropped on me with all his weight until he thought I’d stopped struggling and then he started to move, in and out, in and out, and I lay there with my legs forced apart, feeling him sliding in and out, listening to the grunting in my ear until I realised it was me.

Then I realised that Steve was no longer holding my leg up – I was. In fact I’d got both knees up in the air and both hands on Dave’s shoulders, pulling him in, not pushing him away, and I was pushing up to meet him as he fucked me, acting like I was loving it and I was, it felt just like fucking always feels, my pussy getting wetter as he banged away, and then suddenly he stopped and climbed onto me so he was sat on my chest and I could feel my hips still moving as he dropped his cock onto my chin, but I wouldn’t open my mouth until I went oh, suddenly, because Steve had just stuck himself into me and now he was fucking me and I’d got Dave’s cock in my mouth and just breathing and being fucked made it seem as if I was sucking it and Dave said good girl to me and shag her harder to Steve.

After a bit he climbed off and helped pull me further onto the bed so Steve could lie on top of me and shag me harder, and though I had a bit of a struggle it was pointless trying to get away from them, and equally pointless telling them to stop since they took no notice. And in no time at all I felt my thighs spreading wider and my knees rising higher, and that grunting noise was happening again, and may arms were up, hands on his shoulders, and Dave said she’s got her legs up boy, you’re doing good, and he was right and I dropped them back to the mattress but only briefly cos they had a life of their own and were soon back in the air again, and Steve was getting faster and I knew he was about to cum and suddenly I wanted him to and I was helping him, kicking him with my heels, gripping his bum and pulling him in until he shouted out loud and filled me with long squirts.

I didn’t bother trying to fight Dave off and just lay there while he rolled onto me and carried on where he’d left off, starting fast and just carrying on like that, like he was on a mission. It wasn’t long before I was knees-up again, and panting heavily, and as soon as he was sure I was going at the same pace as him he stopped, turned me on my knees and on from behind, saying you like it like this don’t you, and me just breathing hard and gasping and he said it again, you like it like this don’t you and I wasn’t going to say but he kept on, louder and fucking me faster, don’t you, through gritted teeth, don’t you, just like he had when we were friends, and I did and sad yes, I do, and he said you came out looking for it tonight, didn’t you, and I said yes, and he said short skirt, no knickers, you wanted cock, didn’t you and I said yes again, louder this time, and he said you wanted fucking didn’t you, and I said yes I did, and he said what did you want and I said fucking, and he said again, what do you want, and I said fuck me, fuck me, and he was gone, pulled out of me and my bum was bouncing around up and down trying to get him back in and suddenly he was there only it was Steve, not quite properly hard bunt almost and already bigger than Dave, and as soon as he gave me the steady beat in and out that I needed he grew stiff and straight again, and silently worked away and I could feel myself rising up the slope, face to one side on the bed, grabbing handfuls of quilt and he was out of me, moving aside for Dave.

They took it in turns like that for what seemed like ages, about half an hour I thought, just a few quick in and out until I was used to it and joining in, then whipping it out and swapping places, laughing together as they saw me pick up the rhythm with a new partner and then laughing some more when they took the cock away, she’s fucking air now she’s so desperate for a shag Steve, and then slipping another one in until I didn’t know or care who it was if only they wouldn’t stop but keep going and let me cum.

I did of course, eventually, a big screamer that delighted both of them with lots of told you she’d love it and so on, but that wasn’t the end of it because they were both still hard, and now they really were playing with me, one thrust and then swap, one thrust and swap, but they saw it wasn’t working so Steve gave me a few minutes of solid fucking and then Dave did, and when they saw I was responding to it again Steve got back inside and brought me halfway up the hill and then they tried again, one thrust and swap, one thrust and swap, and it was working this time, slowly but definitely working and I was almost there when Dave couldn’t stand it any more and as the head of his cock touched my pussy it jumped and spurted and I can still remember feeling his cum splashing and spraying me and I hated that bit more than anything else on the whole evening, because I heard my voice crying out saying no, no, not now, please fuck me, cos if he’d put it in I would have cum, and then Steve shoved his cock hard up inside me and I went yes, yes, yes, now fuck me hard and came as loudly as I have ever cum in my life.

When it was over Steve was still hard inside me and I knelt there loving the feel of a stiff cock in my pussy when it was so tired from such a big cum, that lovely warm feeling you get afterwards made ten times better by the thick warmth inside me, and I reached back and held myself open with two fingers because I know boys get turned on watching a girl do that, and he definitely got harder and started going faster, so I grabbed his balls gently and squeezed them softly, pulling him in and out and they jump around like they’re alive when he cums, almost as if I’d emptied them into me myself.

Then Dave was there, pushing his cock in my face, telling me to suck it, make me hard again, he ordered me, I want to fuck you again, and he reached down and finger-fucked me with two thick fingers while I did as he said, pulling and squeezing on his cock and sucking the end as it slowly thickened and stiffened, and then pushing it in me while it was still only half-hard, me lifting my hips for him, opening my legs wider so he could cram it in, and pulling him into me as he slowly grew harder and harder until he was fucking me more or less properly, but long, slow strokes, come on Steve, he said, let her suck it, and Steve flopped his cock onto my chin, smiling when I opened my mouth and started to suck the end of it.

he started to grow hard much faster than Dave and I had to get hold of him almost at once, and I lay there on my back, sucking Steve while Dave slowly fucked me till he was properly stiff and hard and my body was instinctively moving with him which meant Steve kept popping out of my mouth, so he grabbed my hair and held my head still while he more or less fucked my mouth until he came, not lots by now, but still thick and hot in the back of my throat.

Now there was just Dave, still fucking me slowly, and I lay there spread out on the bed with my eyes closed and my legs wide open, enjoying the feeling of that slow in and out, and I rtemember thinking that if he lasts long enough this will be a lovely gentle cum, and rubbing myself slowly to help things along, just the fingertips of my left hand, bringinging it on in plenty of time, a long release that made me shudder from head to toe, lifting my hips off the bed, clutching his bum and holding him deep while my pussy contracted and squeezed him.

I lay back all warm and relaxed while he carried on fucking me at the same speed as before and it took him ages before he suddenly started breathing fast and then his movements got really fast, just like that, one second dead slow and soothing and then bang-bang-bang-bang and a big gasp as he spurted once and collapsed on top of me.

That was more or less the end of it, mostly because it was getting light, and we must have been in the bedroom for at least four hours, probably longer. Dave and I may well have enjoyed two hours alone but that was all, and then the pair of them had raped me for another two or three hours, and after the first couple of times I’d stopped fighting them and let them do it, and after a couple more times my body had simply ignored my brain’s commands to be still and ignore it, and instead had enjoyed being fucked, just as it always did.

I wasn’t happy about that, especially now, as the three of us lay around exhausted, the lads chatting to themselves and me as if nothing had happened, even making jokes about how their balls had been full but now they were empty and I’d been empty but now I was full, as if I’d think it was funny too.

I called them bastards and stuff and they seemed genuinely surprised, what you on about? you were loving it, and so on, completely ignoring the fact that they’d held me down and raped me, nah, you were loving that, swallowed every drop, and laughing at me, slapping each other on the shoulder, we showed you how a real man fucks (although they were honestly no better than anyone else in that respect) your friends were right, we’ll tell them what a slapper you are, all that kind of stuff.

I left them, walking out with as much dignity as I could manage, but it wasn’t much, carrying my shoes, no underwear to pick up, we’ll them you came out with no pants looking for a fuck, when I said I was going to report them to the police, and you loved getting it from us, which was sadly true by the end. And everyone saw you practically raped ME at the party, which was also true and the worst part. I’d been asking for it and I got it. Maybe more than I wanted, but who’s to say? Their word against mine. Did I struggle – yes, but not a mark on me, so nothing to show for it. Was my clothing torn? Didn’t really have any on. Had I enjoyed it? Some bits, undeniably yes. Other bits, no. Was it terrifically different from lots of other weekends? Not really. All my friends and a lot of theirs had seen me shagging complete one-offs many times before. Many times. Sometimes in front of their eyes.

And then you start to question it yourself. You can say no, you can say I don’t want to, but then you end up getting off on it, because it’s really very horny being taken. I liked that kind of sex long before that evening.

And you can say that I only enjoyed Steve because I’d been in a randy mood that night (very, very randy) and Dave had got me even more aroused to the point where I was ready to cum by being looked at in a sexy way, and gagging for more – more big hard cock, more good hard fucking. I was so horny that Ken Livingstone could have fucked me and I would have come (just trying to think of someone odious you’ll all know) and that if Steve had just jumped on me in a dark alley I wouldn’t have got aroused in the first place, wouldn’t have enjoyed it and wouldn’t have cum.

But the fact is, he DIDN’T just leap out of the bushes at me, he found me naked and gagging in a bedroom, I WAS highly aroused when he started, and I DID cum while he was fucking me, and so it wasn’t such a clear-cut situation.

But here’s another thing, that I kind of understood at the time but which became clearer in the years afterwards and especially since the inetrnet has made it possible to talk so freely with so many interesting people, and that’s the politically incorrect fact that if he (or anyone else) HAD just leapt out of the bushes then I, like a great many other women, would have become aroused by the situation and the fear, would have been unable to prevent my body from responding to being fucked, would have become a participant, and would almost certainly have cum at least once if not more.

And that brings us to the point of the ORIGINAL blog ( here ). If you measure it by the amount of pleasure, and intensity of orgasm, it’s still a contender for being the best fuck I’ve ever had.

I’m not recommending it as a course of action for men or women, but as they used to say on a TV show, those are the facts ma’am. Just the facts.

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