It was a night like any other, cold, dark, and spooky. I disagreed with my family about living in a neiborhood that was cut off from civilization. A deep sigh left my mouth as a shift the weight from one foot to the other. My pale skin glowing from the light coming from the lamp post. My body covered in a sweatshirt and sweat pants. Under that grey baggy clothing was a lean figure, shapely body, full breasts.
The hood of my sweatshirt was pulled up, hiding my face, today didn't feel right. My heart began fluttering in my chest, my palms slightly sweaty. I was scared. So scared my knee's were shaking slightly and my eyes flicked around me nervously.
I was about to sit down when in the corner of my vision I seen a man, staring at me. My eyes went wide, questions flooded my mind at a pace that was to fast for me to comprehend everyone. "Who is that?" "How long has he been there?" "Has he been staring at me the entire time?" Either way, I didn't want to stay to find out, I turned and walked the other direction. Walking fast as my legs could take, weaving through the houses.
I stopped, turning to look behind me, He was right behind me, his eyes staring intently at my face as I stared back, my heart pounding in my chest. "Oh god, he's really following me" I ran this time, feet hitting the ground as I screamed my lungs out, but he was too fast. As an attempt to loose him I ran into the feild, going into the grove that was infront of me, sliding through the brush and bushes.
My heart in my throat, gasping for air as my lungs burn trying to keep up with amount of oxygen I need to use. Trying to concentrate on not hitting a branch, I wasn't watching my feet, soon enough I found myself face first in dirt. Trying to get up, I was to late, his foot steps where right by my face. But I wasn't going down with a fight.
He grabbed my arm pulling me up. I struggled, twisting and contorting my body to try and break loose. But his grip was to strong. I had to break free. Soon enough we were back on the ground, his hands on my wrists like an iron shackle. His lips pressing feircely against mine with such intensity it brought a small pained noise from my mouth. It made him work faster. Pressing his lower body agianst mine, I couldn't help but shiver as he pressed his hard member against the flimsly fabric of my sweat pants making me cry out involunteerily.
He fed on every noise I made, every struggle, only making him work harder. Keeping one hand on both my wrists which were held above my head he moved to rip my sweatshirt away. Making me notice how weak I was compared to him.
He used my own sweatshirt, using his teeth and free hand to rip fat strips from it. Tying my hands tying my hands in the fabric. Feeling how tight it was, I didn't even attempt to struggle, to give him that satisfaction. His face contorted in what would be anger and yet he worked faster. Either way, I would notice. I lost.
I watched him tie several strips of my sweatshirt into a rope then wrap around my binds on my wrists. He moved it to the branch above my head and tied it securely. I could see what he was doing. My arms were now useless. I pulled and tugged, everything finally sinking in. I was going to get raped. I screamed, a full, long, hard scream. But it was covered by a massive hand. I stopped, looking at him with wide eyes. "Stop! You don't need to do this!" I pleaded, I begged. He stopped to look at me with sorrow filled eyes.
"I'm sorry you had to be the one, but I have needs to be filled and you're going to fill them" his voice was collected and it scared me. He reached down massaging my breasts, I struggled to get out of his reach.
"NO!" I screamed. But he continued, pressing his lower body back down agianst mine and played with my supple breasts, squeezing the nipples through the fabric of the bra and shirt. He grunted in disapproval, all the while I tried to break free of his binds. He reached down again, this time tearing apart my shirt in the front to expose my breasts, reaching back and unclasping my bra. But he couldn't take it off because of my sweatshirt binds. All he did was toss it over my head. My breasts exposed to the cool air. My nipples becoming hard.
He leaned down, wrapping his hot mouth around one of them, using his hand to play with the nipple of the other one. He sucked harshly on the nipple at first, the soft and gentle, flicking his tongue over it. His other hand beginnning to play with the entire breast while he sucked. I could feel his member press even harder over me. It made me cry out. Tears now rolling down my eyes.
Even through all this. It felt good. Several mintues passed before he moved down to my sweat pants and began pulling it down, including the panties. I kicked. "No! Stop it! STOP IT!" I thrashed about,but he kept a hand pressed against my stomach as he pulled them all the way off, exposing me completely, causing me to look away with a sob. His eyes showing lust as he stared down at my pussy, wet and wanting. Even though my mouth said no, my body showed the signs of yes.
He stood up, to look over my body as if I was some peice of artwork he just finished. I watched in horror as he unbuttoned his pants, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his hardened cock. I looked away, to embaressed to see it. Before I knew it, he was nestled between my legs pressing the head against my wet entrance. I struggled again. "NO! PLEASE!" I screamed agian only to be covered by his mouth as he slid his tongue into it. I tried to move my head around. But he reached up with one quick grab of my hair. One small movement and it shot pain through my body. So I kept still as he kissed me.
I screamed into his mouth when he slammed his cock into me. Hard, filling me up so fully and so easily. A scream was better then a moan. But he didn't stop with one thrust, he kept on going, using his free hand to hold onto my waist and thrust into me. Feeling that throbbing hardness move swiftly inside me, going in and out, in and out. It made me finally moan. Small helpless noises
He loved everyone. He pulled away from my mouth when he was sure I had given in. He was right, I just laid there, tears dried on my eyes, moans escaping my lips as he thrusted into me. He leaned into me. To whisper into my ear. "My name is Peter, just in case you want a name to scream in pleasure" I moaned again. He was confident, I doubt I would scream his name in pleasure.
He changed his angle, hovering his upper body above mine so he can watch my breasts bounce with every thrust. The new angle was something I never felt before, each thrust ran the head of his cock over my G-spot causing a scream of pleasure to escape me. He continued, but only went faster, after the pleasure of the first thrust started to go away, it was replaced with a new. I was moaning louder and louder. Already I felt myself build to that undeniable orgasm. Never have I felt one so massive. He grunted above me, I could tell he was about to go. The throbbing of his cock inside me making me squeeze him with my thigh. As if my body begged for him to cum inside me. But I was to dazed and to much in pleasure to care.
He reached down and kissed me again, this time, I kissed him back hungrily, feeling the cold of the wind and the sound of the forest around me. He pounded me fruitlessly. I felt my orgasm peak and just like he said I screamed his name. "Oh god yes! Fuck yes! PETER! YES!"
At the sound of his name, it was almost like a cue,I felt him throbbing harder then ever inside me before he unleashed his cum. Filling me up, I felt out juices mix, spilling out of me and down my thighs. I lay there half dazed. He pulled out causing a small whimper and moan to leave me. He buttoned up and looked down at me.
"I'm sorry, but I had to." I looked up at him, I should be angry with him, I should want to kill him. I waited for it to take hold of my body. I started to talk and what came out surprised me.
"I forgive you" and I meant it. |
Submission Name: Why run?
