Claimed: A Forced Submission Romance

by J. Jackson

  Writhing and bucking, Sandy took up the measured beat, heaving to meet the thrusts, she surprised herself at how active she had become in her own ravishment. Number two didn’t take long to reach his orgasm, or so it seemed to Sandy, but, then again, who could tell, for time was currently of little significance. More rapid than his predecessor’s, his withdrawal left Sandy’s vagina pulsing and weeping.

  Squirming in vain, with a mind of their own, Sandy’s hips swiveled and bounced, seeking something to fill the emptiness. And while it was, in reality, only moments before the next player climbed aboard, her cunt muscle quivered and cried for attention. Grasping and tugging with inner strength she didn’t know she had, Sandy pulled the next fellow quickly into the rhythm that permeated the room – the all-encompassing rhythm of drunken male voices, and pounding rock music, echoing off the walls and through the thick atmosphere. Having found the beat, the new swordsman proved very agile, his long smooth thrusts interspersed with short sharp jabs. Sandy parried expertly, sometimes complementing his steps, sometimes syncopating her replies. The world evaporated, yet again. There was only the other man, and the pleasure they could give and take.

  Insidiously, though, something else insinuated itself into their isolated, insulated universe. Something was poking Sandy in the cheek, chasing her lips as she turned her head this way and that. What was it? Insistent, the warm, spongy interloper poked and prodded and bounced against her cheeks until she was forced to acknowledge the rest of creation and open her eyes. “Jesus!” she swore under her breath, “That’s huge!” And so it was. An enormous cock, thick and stiff and ready, bumped her nose. Just like the fabled one-eyed snake, it bobbled and jerked, and attempted, in vain, to assault her mouth.

  Sandy was, actually, only vaguely aware of the phenomenon of cock-sucking. She hadn’t ever imagined herself doing it, but, right then, she couldn’t really even think about it. The sensations currently being caused by the Steely Dan between her legs demanded virtually all of her attention. As she pondered, ever so briefly, something marvelous detonated deep inside her and shot, tingling and teasing, up her spine to shower like fireworks in her brain. “Ahhhh!” Sandy moaned, throwing her head back. Seeing its opportunity, the hovering cock-head plunged, settling its plum-like tip just inside her lips. To his credit, the owner of the impatient prick did not force his rampant member into Sandy’s throat, but held it still while she explored it with her tongue.

  The novelty of having a hot, throbbing penis in her mouth was not lost on Sandy. The warmth it radiated; the texture – intriguing. Swirling her tongue, round and about, Sandy could taste a salty-sweet flavour around the opening.

  Without faltering, her hips continued to rock and heave, almost as if on autopilot, sticky, slick juices slathering the invading erection. And she could feel it accelerating – gathering momentum for the final push. Holding the other gently in her mouth, Sandy drew back for an instant, then slammed her hips forward to meet the ultimate thrust. Pubic hairs entwined, she could actually feel the cum spraying against her cervix. The sensation was unbelievably intense, and echoes of her previous orgasm bounced about her fundament like errant skyrockets. After a couple more jabs, her partner hauled himself off.

  The ensuing emptiness left a demanding ache in her groin, and without a thought Sandy turned her face to push herself deeper onto the cock in her mouth. She was being consumed with excess, she had to have more – had to have it all. Pushing onto the rock-hard shaft, squeezing her inner cheeks against its invading firmness, Sandy felt, like a blind man, with her tongue sweeping around the glans before pulling back to poke at the slit at the tip. She couldn’t believe what she was doing – neither could the owner of the tool.

  “My, gawd. She’s a natural,” he breathed, as she raised herself onto one elbow and forced herself back down the fleshy post. Caught up in some kind of sexual frenzy, Sandy scrambled to control her gag reflex as she bumped the back of her throat up against the swollen end. Then, taking a deep, snuffling breath as she pulled back a smidgeon, she began bobbing energetically against the rigid, throbbing beast. Someone else was trying to mount her, pushing back on her shoulders in order to line himself up with her slick blossom. Sandy grabbed at her felatee’s hips, pulling him back down onto the mattress with her, holding him tight in her throat.

  Her wantonness shocked her. Where had this person, this slut been living? She had never felt this way in her life; she’d never done or even dreamed about anything like this. Where had it come from? And was it permanent?

  Her two partners fell into a complementary rhythm. Taking it from both ends, Sandy felt parts of her she barely knew existed becoming inflamed with wild, carnal arousal. It occurred to her, in that separate part of her mind that could remain objective and uninvolved, that this wasn’t really so much about desire as it was about craving; the sudden need she felt had little to do with anything she ever thought she wanted; no, this was much more to do with obsession.

  Sandy could feel another orgasm building – sparks flickering not only in her box, but in her head. Stretching her lips, she pushed herself harder and deeper against the throbbing piece that threatened to choke her, but, every extra inch of meat she took into her throat stoked that peculiar fire that was smoldering somewhere – some non-specific-where. She couldn’t determine whether the epicenter was in her head, or her gut, or her crotch. She just knew that something was going to blow, and blow soon.

  The cock in her mouth began to swell even more. Its twitching became frenetic. Pulling at the sweating hips, Sandy jammed against the crotch until she could feel the wiry hair tickling her nose, and felt swollen plum jerk and shudder deep, deep in her virgin throat. The violent ejaculation threw her over the edge. Gulping and swallowing the jetted load, she hissed through her nose, flopping about in uncontrollable paroxysms. Convulsive tremors running through her vagina detonated yet another orgasm, as the man atop her threw back his head and yelled in ecstatic triumph as he pumped jet upon jet of semen into the younger visitor. Echoes of the three mutual climaxes rattled and pummeled each of them, until they collapsed into a heap of quivering, shimmering flesh.

  As the two men disentangled themselves, another couple, impatient to be part of the spectacle, pushed into position. “Hold it, now,” demanded a deep voice, its authority undeniable. Sandy opened her eyes and stared. She didn’t know who he was – just another one of ‘them’ she thought, but he leaned over her, and, right in her face, asked in a low voice, “You okay? Need a break?”

  He may have well have been speaking another language, his accent notwithstanding. Sandy’s stare, eying him like he was crazy, was unsettling. The room went quiet, under the blaring stereo. Everyone, it seemed, was holding their collective breath. Finally Sandy blinked, and licked her lips. “’I’m okay,” she whispered. Inside she was screaming, “Are you crazy!? Don’t stop now! You can’t stop now!” but outside, she simply blinked again drew a heavy breath. The room, too, drew its breath and let out a sigh of relief.

  “Okay,” Sandy, breathed again, as the next jockey mounted her, taking a moment to line up with her soggy vee, before stabbing himself balls-deep into the most luscious young crumpet he had ever seen. “’Nothing to fear,’ they said,” Sandy thought, ironically, as she arched her back, pushing her drooling cunt up to welcome this next conquistador. “Fear? Fear? What’s that?” She’d definitely left the rollercoaster now, and was soaring, carefree, above the park.

  Another, older teammate grabbed Sandy’s torso and swung her around so that her head hung over the edge of the bed, causing the young fellow, already threaded, to shuffle about in order to stay inserted. The guy at her head fed her his not insignificant root, which she gobbled up eagerly, grabbing his butt and pulling until his balls swung against her nose. “Ahh,” he sighed expressing his satisfaction at the depth of her felatio before beginning to gently fuck her face. Suddenly he called over his shoulder, “’Ere, lookit this. Damon’s lost it. His pupils have dilated.” Damon, the young fe
llow pumping steadily into Sandy’s velvet box, shook himself out of his reverie at the mention of his name.

  While his teammate bopped away at Sandy’s face, Damon showed remarkable control. His strokes were long and deliberate. Reaching down to maul Sandy’s tits, Damon luxuriated in their softness, incorporating little pinches and flicks at her nipples, he squeezed and kneaded her breasts, while gritting his teeth to keep from coming in her quivering box. Finally his teammate let out a deep growl, fired a load deep into Sandy’s gullet, then slowly pulled out, and as he did, Damon leaned forward to place his lips on Sandy’s. “You are the absolute living end,” he hissed, pressing his lips against hers and pinching her nipples for emphasis. “I’ve never met anyone so wonderful!”

  Damon could feel the quivers and shivers running over the glistening body beneath him. Even Sandy was surprised at the effect of those words. Her lips trembled under his kiss, and her vagina shuddered and grasp convulsively. He could feel her nails digging into his back as she pulled him hard against her, mashing him into her open mouth and snaking her tongue around his. As white lights flashed behind Damon’s eyes, Sandy’s eyes rolled back in her head. Explosions of intensity arced between them, as an almost visible aura of lust pulsated around them.

  The initial muscle spasms of her climax snapped Sandy rigid, her back arched, her legs out straight, and her vagina gripped Damon so tight he couldn’t have withdrawn, even if he wanted to. But the vice-like grip on his inflamed rod simply threw the switch on his climax. Erupting in a torrent, he shook and pulsed in her grip, wallowing in the clutches of those warm inner walls, until they loosened their hold, to quaver and milk his hardness with a repetitive squeeze-and-release.

  “Get on with it, lad,” laughed a teammate at his side, giving him a shove.

  Damon opened his eyes, to find Sandy’s eyes open, too. Their lips were still joined. “That was fabulous!” he breathed into her mouth.

  “Yesss,” she breathed back.

  Then he rolled off and was quickly replaced. Someone had already fed her another fully developed tube steak. Damon shook his head, but Sandy had no time to muse. How long she stayed on her back, fucking and sucking, she didn’t know, but eventually she figured she must be pretty close to having done everyone.

  Still there was new ground to cover. Someone flipped her onto her knees. Doggy-style, she discovered, allowed stimulation not achieved in missionary position. Furthermore, being up on all-fours gave her much more leverage, allowed her to be even more active. Savagely deep-throating one member, she could heave on his buttocks while slamming her ass fully back onto the lance in her snatch. Screaming around a mouthful of dick, Sandy discovered G-spot orgasms – repeatedly. Sliding off the cot, Sandy snuffled at a body now supine on the mattress and gobbled him whole, while some anonymous erection speared her weeping cunt, pounding her buttocks and forcing the cock in her mouth tonsil-deep. She had lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had, the loads of cum she’d swallowed, or the shots of jism dripping from her twat. She felt absolutely depraved, but, at the same time, more alive than she’d ever been. While her afternoon had begun, she recalled vaguely, as something of a nightmare – hard to believe she had basically been a virgin once removed – here she was, overcome by raw lust and loving every moment of it.

  At one point she was literally thrown back onto the bed, someone straddled her chest, stabbing his swollen prick between her lips. And while he sawed in and out of her mouth, she felt her legs being spread and was rewarded with lips and a tongue kissing at her puffy vulva and laving her slit. With long strokes the tongue ran from the rosebud of her anus up to circle her clitoris. Time after time it stroked from stem to stern without actually touching her engorged clit. At the bottom of its run, it even poked her in the ass a couple of times, swirling and prodding, pushing natural lubricants almost into her rectum. “Most peculiar,” Sandy thought, “but not unpleasant.”

  Finally, just has the cock in her face fed her its protein-rich power drink, the anonymous tongue at her gash reached up and flicked her clit. Sandy bounced and bucked after it, trying in vain to find the aggravating appendage. As the tongue returned, Sandy felt a finger tip press against her anus. She would have thought it odd, as the digit forced its way past her sphincter muscle to lodge knuckle-deep in her rectum, but the flickering at her clit possessed all her attention. As the orgasm exploded deep in her core, tentacles of sensation raced up her spine to drown out thought, and a tsumani of electricity rolled through her buttocks causing her to heave and bounce and shudder, forcing the invading finger deep into her butt. As she settled back to earth, the removal of the cheeky digit left yet another odd emptiness. But the luscious lips and teasing tongue were quickly replaced by a rampant, thrusting dick before she could consider anything else.

  But, eventually, even the young get fatigued, and the marathon was starting to take its toll. Crouched on all-fours, carpet-burn on her knees, only a pumping cock in her mouth keeping her head up, Sandy felt she must be nearing the end of her ‘ordeal’. She was suddenly so exhausted, she felt she was going to pass out. She just wanted to collapse. “After all,” she mumbled around the thrusting meat, her inaudible words vibrating enticingly against the turgid flesh, “I’ve sucked and fucked so many cocks, I’ve lost count, but I must have done the whole team by now.” Some part of her psyche was still surprised at the ease with which such obscenity rolled from her tongue, not that anyone heard. And, in fact, she was deep into the second round – the boys now delighting in sloppy seconds and thirds. Rocking forward, her vagina empty for the moment, Sandy slurped noisily on yet another anonymous piece of meat – her eyes closed, puffing through her nose, exhaustion threatening to floor her.

  The owner of her current fleshy lollipop leaned over a said in a soft voice, “Aye, you’re such a marvelous lass. I’m thinking my soldier would just love to explore your dark side. What do you say to that?” His remark just barely penetrated her swirling miasma, and she paused mid-stroke, opening one eye, to peer questioningly at him from beneath the raised brow.

  “Can I put me laddie up your bum?”

  Sandy was too enervated to be shocked. She just let his bobbing erection slip from her mouth as her head fell to her arms on the floor between his knees, a weary sigh of resignation her only reply. Her ass remained raised – indeed, as her chest fell, it became prominent – and her partner, considering her move tacit permission, shuffled agilely around to her proffered buttocks. Pulling a handful of ‘natural lubricant’ from her well-used cunt, the excited fellow smeared it over Sandy’s anus, briefly shoving his slick thumb through her tight sphincter, before lining his once more rampant member up with her rosebud.

  Threading himself carefully but insistently into her rectum, her sodomizer moaned hungrily. “Owww!” Sandy was surprised, and a little indignant at how much it initially hurt, but she was just too tired to protest much. And a funny thought struck her. “Another taboo bites the dust,” she clucked, “O-my-God!” Even through her bone-weariness, could feel a warm tingling in her genitals, sitting just at the edge of perception, just beyond the pain. Somehow, she knew it would be all right. And sure enough the soreness just seemed to evaporate. Barely able to react, Sandy could feel the rod growing in her bowels; feel the slapping of hips against her ass. She could hear the puffing and panting of the man behind her – in her. He was having a bit of a time of it – being, in fact his third go ‘round – but she just hadn’t the energy to help. With her head on her folded arms, all she could do was rock on her knees, and wait until he came, eventually spurting and throbbing into her back passage.

  Two others stepped up to try it too, but Sandy was becoming numb. She hardly felt the prick up her bum, indeed, could barely even acknowledge the one cock presented to her lips. At least the two of them carried the rhythm together; she didn’t really have to do anything except swirl her tongue. When they were finally done, Sandy was momentarily left alone. She was the only one flagging.

  “Hey, A
lex,” called a voice, breaking into her exhausted trance, “you lie down over here.” Sandy could feel hands lifting her and placing her over someone’s, apparently Alex’s, supine body. Her eyes opened, suddenly wide, as she felt herself being lowered onto yet another straining erection. This was different, again, and, like an energizing second wind – more like twenty-second wind – her fatigue fell away. The boys, holding her up like a rag doll, hadn’t yet detected her curious recovery. “Hold her shoulders, will you, Jimmy, while I thread this lovely arse.” Sandy recognized the voice as Liam’s. She felt his thick manhood press insistently at her rear door, pushing at the doorstep until, with an audible groan from Liam and an exhaled whoosh from Sandy, it forced its way past the rubbery guard. Settling fully onto Alex, Sandy pushed herself back onto Liam’s soldier. She had to admit to herself, she loved being so very full. “So who wants to take the last port?” Liam asked. “How ‘bout it, Damon? You gotta be good for one more.”

  Able to focus again, Sandy watched as Damon, the youngster of the group, shuffled up in front of her, looking almost embarrassed. Sandy gazed up into his face and smiled her warmest, most welcoming smile, before leaning into his crotch to kiss his rapidly rising dick. Hesitating a moment, she raised her eyes once again, and surprised them both by giving him a mischievous wink. With that, he pushed his hips ahead to meet her succulent lips as they slipped over his glans and formed to his shaft – stiffening even further as he slid it home.

  Once everyone was in place, as it were, they searched for, and surprisingly quickly, found a mutually satisfactory rhythm. With hands at her head and hips, her hands clasping Damon’s butt, Liam and Damon helped Sandy keep the beat. Rocking and rising, up and down, forward and back, Sandy slurped Damon deep into her throat before heaving her ass back onto Liam and settling her pussy fully over Alex. Grabbing her swinging breasts, Alex supported their weight in his hands while he manipulated her nipples maddeningly. He lifted his head to nibble at them, then, dropping back, twisted and squeezed the soft, spongy tits relentlessly.