*All characters are 18+. This is fiction for erotic entertainment only; I do not condone nonconsensual sex.*
"Be right back, bathroom," Sarah shouted over the music, leaning into Alex's ear and squeezing his hand. He gave her a nod and a smile.
That cute boy from chem class? Much more comfortable than her confused emotions about...
Sarah shook her head and pushed open the bathroom door. She was at a lake party celebrating the end of the summer semester. The public bathroom was fairly clean if she didn't look too hard. She did her business and washed her hands, stepping back out into the darkness.
Strange. There should be a light here.
She shrugged and blinked for a few seconds, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the moonless night.
The whiff of something familiar floated on the breeze.
A hand clapped over her mouth. An arm yanked her flush against solid muscles.
She yelled, the sound muffled, then cut off as the hand pinched her nose. She froze.
Warm breath. A low chuckle. Intoxicating scent.
"Hello, sweet Sarah," Sam purred into her ear as he rubbed his engorged bulge against her back.
She struggled instinctively, twisting her body, grabbing his arms, smacking his legs. He tightened his grip and began to drag her away.
"I think I owe you something for your little stunt. Don't you?"
She flailed helplessly, gasping when he threw her against a tree. He pinned her to the rough bark, kicked her legs apart, and slid his hand from her waist to her stomach to her breast.
Sarah whimpered. He wasn't being gentle. Last time, he'd let her do... everything, but his insistent weight pressing her into the coarse surface of the tree, the low growl when she squirmed, his other hand wrapping around her throat--maybe he was more upset than she'd thought.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please--" she whispered, panic tightening her vocal cords more than anything his hand was doing.
"You don't regret a thing. I wouldn't." His voice was feral.
Sam pulled up her dress, yanked her panties down, and lifted her hips into the air until she was on her tiptoes. Then he slammed her back into the tree with the thick head of his bare cock pressed against her slit.
"Sam! No, don't, please--ahh..."
She wanted to tell him to slow down, at least, but her body was more than ready for him. The moment he'd touched her, heat had flushed into her core. Her fear and his violence entwined with his scent and her need until she was dripping wet by the time his cock began to part her slick folds.
He squeezed her neck and shoved his hips forward. He barely used any effort to force his way inside her, inch by inexorable inch. Her ass arched at him, and she moaned.
He groaned. "Fuck. You're ready to take my cock anytime, aren't you?" His unrelenting invasion bottomed out at her cervix, forcing a small grunt out of her lungs.
He didn't wait for an answer. His hips began a punishing pace, driving her into the tree over and over again, his fingers digging painfully into her neck and her waist.
Her body shook. "Please... stop... you're hurting me... ah..." Yet somehow, even the pain felt good, every inch of her skin on fire with the need between her legs.
His fingers might have loosened a touch, but his cock impaled her harder, in and out, again and again. "Did you really think I'd just let it go? You want this. You want me to punish you. Don't you, Sarah?"
She hadn't thought that far. She pulled at his hand, clung onto the bark, holding on as he pummeled her body. "I'm sorry! Sam, please...! I have a boyfriend, I don't want you! Ah!"
He snarled. "Yes, you do. You always have."
His fingers were going to leave bruises on her neck as he plunged his thick shaft deeper, harder, faster. Sarah winced each time her skin scraped the rough bark, but the volcano of pleasure in her core was blotting out all other thoughts and sensations. She moaned as his cock ravaged her pussy, as he pulled out all the way and punched back in, as he grunted and took his pleasure from her, the sounds of their fucking the only thing she could hear while her body rocked back and forth.
The rapid rhythm of his long and hard thrusts shifted into short, frantic pumps. She whimpered and pushed into him, needing to feel more of his cock pounding her, that delicious heat in her core threatening to erupt at any moment.
He groaned and his cock swelled, his forceful stabbing becoming erratic. Sarah whined her pleasure and her need. "Ah... please... fuck... me..."
She gasped, having no idea where those words had come from.
He laughed breathlessly, then grunted and his hips spasmed as he came, each thrust emptying more of himself inside her, coating her slick walls with ropes of his hot cum. He groaned and plunged through her tight flesh again and again, marking her, claiming her.
"Ah! Sam!" Heat dashed through her veins, her pussy gripped him and took everything he gave, wanting more, needing more. She pulsed on his hard cock as it twitched into her grasping flesh, sucking his thick cream further inside her hungry pussy.
She moaned, her legs barely able to hold herself up. He stopped thrusting, burying his shaft deep as he collapsed on her back, breathing heavily with his hands catching himself on the tree.
She whined and rubbed her needy pussy into him. He still felt so good.
Sam chuckled and pulled out of her, their combined fluids dripping down her legs. He let her dress fall and spun her into his arms.
"That," he said while staring at her lips, "was for drugging me."
She shuddered, but he was right; she didn't regret it. "Are you going to admit you liked it?" she said, glaring back at dark, intense eyes.
"Are you?" he purred.
She didn't reply, kissed him instead. This... whatever this was, she craved him, and denying herself seemed pointless with his cum cooling on her thighs. He sucked her lips, stroked her tongue, then his hand wrapped around her throat.
Sam pulled her away with a firm, threatening squeeze. "Don't try it again. And if you tell
anyone
..."
Sarah laughed, the sound a little choked. His fingers relaxed. "What, that I raped you? Who the fuck would believe me? Have you seen yourself?"
He chuckled and shook his head. "Your boyfriend know how much you like losing control?"
Sarah shrugged, then scowled. "We haven't talked about it. Why do you care anyway?"
He ran his tongue along his teeth and grinned. "Just wondering if he wants to join us for the next part."
She frowned and tried to extricate herself. This had never gone beyond sex before--she could at least try to pretend this was a fantasy once he was done with her. Had she pushed him too far? "Seriously, Sam, stop. I like him; he's funny and nice and he's not an asshole."
"Really." He tilted her chin and pressed his lips against hers while his fingers found their way back inside her sopping tunnel, stroking her tongue and her wet folds with the same rhythm. She moaned when he leaned to the side.
"Does he make you feel alive?" he crooned into her ear.
She gasped and humped his fingers. "Oh... damn it. No. Stop doing this to me."
He chuckled, pressing his thumb on her clit. "I'm not done with you." He spun her around again, nudging her into the darkness. "Walk with me."
"Ah... no... why would I..." She squeezed her thighs together, already missing the touch of his fingers.
He leaned into her ear, brushing her hair. "Because you love how I make you feel. Do it, Sarah. Or you'll always wonder what you missed."
"Mmm..." she moaned before she could stop herself.
Mentally slapping herself, she took a deep, steadying breath and stepped forward. "Fuck you." And ran.
His laughter followed her.
Dim lighting from the party on the other side of the restrooms was just enough to illuminate her surroundings. Her flip-flops were terrible for running on uneven ground. She didn't even know where she was going--just away from him, from whatever insanity he had planned.
From whatever she knew he'd make her need.
She glanced behind her.
And ran into a solid body. Arms wrapped her in a tight embrace.
"Going somewhere, sweetheart?" Paul sneered, then smashed his lips onto hers.
She shrieked, snapped her head away, and slapped him. "Let me go, asshole!"
He laughed. "Let's see--this seems to work for him every time." He flipped aside her dress and rubbed her slick entrance. "Heh, that makes it easier."
She went still. She'd forgotten her panties. Sam probably had them. Fucking bastard. The thought didn't have as much bite as it used to.
Paul stroked her, slipped a finger inside her. "So wet already. He couldn't wait, could he?" He grinned.
She squirmed, trying to ignore her inner muscles tightening around his finger. "Stop that and let me go. I'll scream." Why hadn't she already?
Steps behind her. "Go ahead. I'll just drop these off with your boyfriend." Sam leaned against a tree, her panties dangling from a finger.
She caught her breath. She and Alex weren't having sex yet. They hadn't even talked about it.
She lunged. Paul yanked her back. "Enough playtime. You're gonna behave now, bitch." She glared. He grinned, then picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. She yelped.
They didn't walk very far. A few tents were scattered on the lakeside, most of them large, open, and brightly lit. This one was the furthest away from the party and more like a three- or four-person camping tent.
Paul set her down when they reached the tree line. Sam stuffed her panties in a pocket, smirking at her. "Be a good girl and walk into the tent, Sarah." They let her go.
She hesitated. No one was nearby. No one would recognize them from this far away. Her feet moved before she'd consciously made the decision.
Out of the woods.
This was crazy.
