Note from the author:
This story was submitted in the "non-consent/reluctance" category. If that's not what you're into, then this may not be the story for you.
All characters involved in sexual encounters are 18+.
The story is set in Australia, so Mum not Mom, Celsius not Fahrenheit, Christmas is in summer, and so on.
This is Chapter 3 in Anna's story. Things might not make sense if you haven't read earlier chapters.
And finally, a massive thanks to everyone for your great feedback - when writing is going slowly, it certainly helps me get back behind the keyboard when I see that others enjoy my stories!
======== Chapter 3 ========
Anna slammed the front door to her parent's house behind her, locked the deadbolt and then collapsed against it hugging herself. Safe. Finally safe.
Her head was spinning and she was breathing heavily, close to panic. Her athletic legs felt like they were made of jelly. She tried to collect herself.
What the hell just happened?
she asked herself.
The afternoon's events seemed so surreal, almost as though they hadn't actually happened to her, like a dream or an out of body experience. The day had started out normal enough. Actually no, she reminded herself. Nothing about the day was normal.
Waking up, head pounding and hung-over was not a normal occurrence - not for her. But, one might be expected to wake up in such a state the morning after your nineteenth birthday. But fuck, things had gone downhill from there.
First discovering the police were investigating her party and that the neighbours were considering pushing charges for damage to their properties. That was most certainly
not
familiar territory for the young blonde from a protected and privileged upbringing. Her parents had been utterly furious - hardly surprising given the circumstances, but again, not normal. The level of punishment the handed her that was unprecedented for the spoilt blonde: grounded, no meeting friends or boyfriend, no car and no credit card. They'd never been that harsh before.
Then there was the cleaning. They were making her single handedly tidy both neighbour's homes, and their own, following the damage her party had caused. Funnily enough, while she was totally unaccustomed to picking up rubbish and broken glass on her hands and knees, doing so at the Robinson's place actually seemed like the most normal part of the day. But then...
Her gut tightened and she swallowed when she thought about her other neighbour.
That
was when things had
really
turned south.
What the fuck did I do?
she wondered rhetorically. She knew exactly what she'd done: the memories were crystal clear in her mind. Ever single aspect. Every moment, every touch... How could she ever forget?
Bathers. It all started with her bathers. Why the fuck had she been so
stupid!
How could she have just let herself be convinced to strip down to her red bikini, specifically chosen to tease and entice her boyfriend, to rescue furniture from her neighbour's pool! She'd noticed Nigel, her middle-aged neighbour, leering at her as she'd approached the pool, but she'd never expected him to push things further.
But he had. And, she'd gone along with his demands, even somewhat willingly. Sure, she'd been blackmailed to suck his cock to keep the videos from the previous night from ending up with the police, but if she was honest with herself, she actually had found the experience exciting and arousing. Something that asshole had been astute enough to pick up! That had been utterly humiliating, when he'd made her reveal that she'd gotten wet while sucking his enormous cock.
But, if she'd found the blowjob a confusingly complex mixture of humiliation, disgust and excitement, it was nothing compared to what had happened next.
The spanking had started out innocent enough. Hell, if she considered that innocent, then it was really an indication of how wrongly things had turned out for the young university student. Nothing about bending over a couch dressed only in her bikini while her neighbour spanked her mostly bare ass with his belt was innocent! Nothing! She could still feel his blows raining down on her round bum: she remembered the pain and the humiliation as clear as day, and her ass was still tender.
Yet somehow, mixed in with that, he'd somehow touched on a deep sexual hunger within her. By the end of the spanking, she'd been dripping wet and, ready, desperate even, for proper sexual release. She hadn't been able to admit it at the time (how could she with him there?) but now, in the quiet security of her own home, she could finally admit as much to herself.
After that, when he'd first kissed her delicious pussy,
that
was when her world was really turned on its head. She shivered and blushed at the memory of his slick tongue ravishing her pussy. Why had it felt so fucking
amazing
? It had been like... like... like pure heaven. Magical bliss. And the orgasm... fuuuuuck. Indescribable. The recollection sent a shiver of warm tingles through her body.
If men found blowjobs a tenth as amazing as the oral sex she received, then it was no wonder they were all obsessed with getting their girlfriends on their knees! She wondered if all men were that skilled with their tongues, or if Nigel was particularly gifted. Something told her the latter was true, though she didn't know why she thought that.
I'll have to get Dave to go down on me one time
, she thought, blushing again. Absently she cupped one of her ripe D cup breasts in a hand and squeezed gently.
At the thought of Dave, she felt a sudden pang of guilt. She'd just cheated on her boyfriend! Instantly she felt ashamed - she knew he'd never betray her, and yet she'd just sucked and fucked her neighbour, and cum herself in the process! Twice! What's more, she'd barely spared him a thought throughout the entire ordeal - except (she was ashamed to admit) to notice the stark differences between Dave and Nigel's cock size and stamina. Somehow she knew that there was no way in hell Dave could have lasted as long as Nigel had when he'd been fucking her.
Oh, and the sex! Her eyes stared across the hallway unseeing as she relived the incredible fucking she'd just received.
She'd never enjoyed sex before - her only other partner hadn't cared whatsoever for her comfort or arousal. But, although Nigel's cock had terrified her with its size, the sex had been... amazing. She could clearly remember herself being stretched wide by that incredibly thick, long throbbing cock. Even now she was shocked at how Nigel had brought her to orgasm a second time, so soon after the first one. She'd never doubled up in a session before, and the strength of that second orgasm had eclipsed even the first one. A deep down primal part of her longed to experience that amazing sexual ecstasy again.
