EM1989
04-11-2010, 3:35 AM
This story contains smother, kidnapping, female violence and domination, facesitting and watersports. ALL people portrayed are adults (18+). English is not my first language so don't judge me too harshly regarding spelling and grammar.
This is basically a fictionalized account my interactions with women when I was younger (not that younger). I basically got bullied a lot at school and there was one group of girls who used to be more aggressive than anyone. They used to spit on me, hit me and kick me sometimes quite badly (I came home with black eyes and a bust lip on a few occasions, actually cracked my rib once); all the time I was getting off on it. Unfortunately the sexual elements didn't happen IRL, but I can always fantasize. Hope you enjoy and I'd very much like to hear feedback:
My name is Einar M, and this is the story of an event during my final year before university. At 1,82m I was fairly tall for my age, and still growing. I weighed a lean 87kg; broad-shouldered and of a thick, muscular build; I worked out with free weights and practiced archery on a regular basis. Physically, I was quite an opposing figure. This wasn’t always the case, when I first came to this school five years ago I was of an average height and a weak, doughy build. I was incredibly shy and unresponsive to most people; I quickly became a target for bullying which only served to further exacerbate the problem. I was now in my final year and I was no longer that kid; at 18 I was legally an adult.
I still struggled with shyness and was as unassuming and unconfrontational as ever. The guys who had picked on me before were reluctant to do so now, but to the girls nothing had changed; I was still their favourite target. I was something to humiliate; verbally and physically. They spat at me, pulled my hair, slapped me, kicked me, called me names – every girl knew they could do this to me and face no consequences, almost all I had contact with did; it was just a fun game to them. I could have stopped them; I was big and strong enough to physically restrain any of them with ease. I could have , “Enough is enough”, but I didn’t. I denied it to myself at the time, pushed it to the back of my mind, but the truth was that I enjoyed ever y second of it.
I had never had a girlfriend, my reputation as a shy loser precluded it. I was probably one of the very few final year students who were still virgins; I had never even kissed a girl, hadn’t even came close. My shyness around women was ten times more severe than with anyone else. Sexually I had no experience whatsoever, but this was about to change.
It was the seventeenth of May; the National Constitution Day. As one of the most important events of the year everyone was off work and normal school had been cancelled; most of the students were with their families but about 10% were at school helping to organise the parade. I was one of the 10%; someone had signed me up, I assumed as a prank. My hometown was a typically small, south-eastern coastal town – not much happened here, but the parade was a big deal and everyone donned their traditional garb.
It was very warm that day, the sun seemed unusually bright and burned with an uncomfortable heat. I was sweating in my traditional clothes; the material was thick, itchy and there were several layers to it. I left my home feeling unusually happy and the broad smile that played upon my lips evidenced this clearly. I walked past the old iron gates of my school, I thought the ill-chosen green paint looked particularly sickly in the sunlight and was musing on who was the brains behind that choice when a sharp, powerful blow connected with balls. I fell to my knees in agony, breathless. I could hear the sound of feminine laughter all around me.
“You should watch where you’re going, Einar.” The voice was scornful and hard, but simultaneously sweet and seductive. I looked up to Anne staring down at me, her grinning face peering over her ample bosom which was barely contained in her dress. She had the body of a nymph; built for sensuality and utterly feminine but at the same time powerful and Amazonian. I looked up at her big blue eyes; two bright orbs perfectly placed on her pretty face. For a moment I admired her pale white skin, her slightly rosey cheeks and the long golden tresses that fell over her shoulder. I look at her full pink lips to them contract and launch a ball of spit that hit me in the right eye. The girls laughed. As I looked down to rub my eyes I felt another blow hit me in the balls and I keeled over. Another chorus of laughter.
“We shouldn’t do this here; we’ll get caught.” I recognized the voice. It belonged to Solveig; a girl whose beauty matched that of Anne. She was a red-head, with milky white skin, light green eyes, and the longest legs I had ever seen on a woman. At 1,80m she was the tallest girl I knew, but was by no means lanky. She was a somewhat larger girl, with full, voluptuous, hourglass curves. “Let’s take him to the changing rooms, there’ll be no-one there.” I didn’t recognize this voice, it was excited and at the same time had a faintly nervous tone. I heard Anne agree; she was the unchallenged leader of the group.
I opened my eyes to see Anne deliver a strong kick to my gut, taking my breath away once again. I was rolled onto my back. “You two take the legs, we’ll take the arms”, Anne’s voice again, “but first . . .” I felt Anne’s knee press on my throat, I opened my eyes and she punched me hard in the nose; once, twice, three times. “Ow. That hurts.” She shook her hand and laughed, all of the girls followed her lead and laughed. She kicked me hard in the mouth, this kick was followed by several others, some harder and some lighter in my stomach, back, balls, and a final kick in the eye from Anne. I was shaking, blood trickled backwards down my nose, I could taste it in my mouth and feel that a piece of tooth enamel had broken off from an upper left canine. I realized that my penis was fully erect and tingling, the girls noticed too as one grabbed my crotched as the others laughed.
I felt four pairs of dainty female hands taking hold of my limbs before being dragged across the ground into a nearby building. It was the female changing room of the gym department building. I was hoisted onto a bench and commanded to open my eyes by Anne. I obeyed her strict commanding voice, opening both eyes one of which only opened in a squint; my vision was blurred by Anne’s kick and the eye was bruised and swollen. I saw four beautiful young women, with wicked grins on their face, looked down at me. I recognized all but one of them. The unknown girl was shorter than the others at about 1,70m; she had light auburn hair with flecks of blonde and orange running across it. She saw me looking at her and blew a kiss. The fourth girl I knew; Sara. She was the Captain of the women’s hockey team and had a shock of black hair, with dark blue eyes and full luscious lips. She was Italian, and had moved here from Milano two years ago. She was deliciously rubenesque with breasts about the size of ripe melons, a cute pot-belly and immense thighs that I imagined could wrestle a crocodile and come off the victor. She was of a middling height.
“We’ve been planning this for months. We got you signed up and knew you’d come, couldn’t let the teachers down could you?” She laughed and spat at me again, the glob of sticky fluid trickled down my forehead, along my nose, and found its final stop between my lips. Anne wiped a forming droplet of sweat from her forehead with her index finger. “Open your mouth.” I didn’t comply immediately, because my mouth hurt so much when I tried to move it. She walked up to me and gave a strong slap to my temple before manual popping my mouth open with her thumb and fingers on opposing sides. “Tongue out”. I did as told. She ran the wet finger from the tip to the back of my tongue, it was salty with her sweat. She kept my mouth open with her left hand, pulling her skirt and underskirt up to her knee with the other before reaching up between her thighs. I heard a low, wet suction noise as she inserted two fingers up her vagina. It was five seconds or so before she removed them again. A strong, sweet odor filled my nostrils. She brought it up to her nose and inhaled deeply of the musk. “It’s ripe; I haven’t washed it in a very long time”. She brought it to my nose and the strong womanly odor filled my nostrils. She wiped her finger across my tongue and, without asking, sucked I sucked the slimey vaginal fluid from her finger. The taste was incredible; like the undiluted essence of woman - it was salty, sweet but at the same time slightly acidic.
“You seemed to enjoy that”, I looked away without replying; she brought her boot heel down on my crotch for the insolence. I let out a loud yelp and the girls laughed. Anne pushed me onto my back, laid across the bench, with a powerful toe kick just below my diaphragm. I closed my eyes from the pain as I tried to catch my breath, when I opened them she was stood above my chest, legs straddling the bench. Her voluminous dresses covered me up to my nose. Without a word she hiked them up to her hips revealing large, powerful thighs glistening with moisture. The dark blonde hair of her pubic mound was long and unkempt, matted with sweat and vaginal fluids. Her long puffy labia minora poked out from her pubic forest; they were meaty and pink with shallow wrinkles running across the glistening flesh. With two fingers she spread her lips showing her tight vagina, slimey from the heat and weeks of being left unwashed. She pushed up her clitoral hood with her index finger, revealing the bulbous pink nub. With a flutter of her dress skirts she descended on my face.
I was bombarded by the strong feminine odor and the taste of her genitals filled my mouth as I pushed my tongue through her copious, soft pubic hair. She straddled my face with mouth of her weight, I struggled to keep my mouth open as my tongue probed her vagina. The walls of her canal moulded to my tongue. I was in pure bliss as my tongue explored her slimey canal, the wonderful taste almost overwhelming me. I felt her clitoris nestle in my left nostril, I wiggled my nose with what little movement I had and heard a faint moan in response. Her strong thighs around my head gripped me tighter and I felt her vagina contract around my tongue. I used my nose and face to stimulate her clitoris and external vulva as my tongue continued to caress her vagina. I struggled to breath but could bring myself to stop as she rode my face to orgasm. Ten minutes must have past when stopped bucking and restrained my face from moving across her vulva. I continued licking her vagina for my own oral pleasure though I faintly heard voice the word “Stop”. I received a strong punch in the stomach for my transgression, but continued regardless – her taste was utterly intoxicating. I anticipated another punch but it never arrived, I continued my delighting in her beautiful hole.
She moved her buttocks backwards, bringing her vagina away from my tongue. I continued licking; her labia majora and minora, urethra and clitoral nub. After a minute I felt her urethra contract, I probed it with my tongue; the tip poking a few millimeters into the tip hole. The hole expanded and almost immediately a hot gush of salty fluid poured across my tongue and down my throat. I momentarily spluttered, but she continued to urinate even as I choked. I felt myself about to pass out as the hot piss cascaded across my tongue and began to fill up my mouth; I couldn’t breathe.
After what seemed like an hour fighting for air the torrent stopped. Only a few drops trickled from her urethra onto my tongue, I licked the minute hole for one time more when I felt her moving to get up. She used her weight to push off from my face, as she slowly ascended I used my lips to suck her long juicy labia and soaking-wet pubic hair. She allowed her dress to fall down over my face, I was bathed in darkness once again – I felt two drops of her vaginal fluid drop onto my face in quick succession. I heard her voice, though muffled by her heavy costume, “Who wants to go next?”
This is basically a fictionalized account my interactions with women when I was younger (not that younger). I basically got bullied a lot at school and there was one group of girls who used to be more aggressive than anyone. They used to spit on me, hit me and kick me sometimes quite badly (I came home with black eyes and a bust lip on a few occasions, actually cracked my rib once); all the time I was getting off on it. Unfortunately the sexual elements didn't happen IRL, but I can always fantasize. Hope you enjoy and I'd very much like to hear feedback:
My name is Einar M, and this is the story of an event during my final year before university. At 1,82m I was fairly tall for my age, and still growing. I weighed a lean 87kg; broad-shouldered and of a thick, muscular build; I worked out with free weights and practiced archery on a regular basis. Physically, I was quite an opposing figure. This wasn’t always the case, when I first came to this school five years ago I was of an average height and a weak, doughy build. I was incredibly shy and unresponsive to most people; I quickly became a target for bullying which only served to further exacerbate the problem. I was now in my final year and I was no longer that kid; at 18 I was legally an adult.
I still struggled with shyness and was as unassuming and unconfrontational as ever. The guys who had picked on me before were reluctant to do so now, but to the girls nothing had changed; I was still their favourite target. I was something to humiliate; verbally and physically. They spat at me, pulled my hair, slapped me, kicked me, called me names – every girl knew they could do this to me and face no consequences, almost all I had contact with did; it was just a fun game to them. I could have stopped them; I was big and strong enough to physically restrain any of them with ease. I could have , “Enough is enough”, but I didn’t. I denied it to myself at the time, pushed it to the back of my mind, but the truth was that I enjoyed ever y second of it.
I had never had a girlfriend, my reputation as a shy loser precluded it. I was probably one of the very few final year students who were still virgins; I had never even kissed a girl, hadn’t even came close. My shyness around women was ten times more severe than with anyone else. Sexually I had no experience whatsoever, but this was about to change.
It was the seventeenth of May; the National Constitution Day. As one of the most important events of the year everyone was off work and normal school had been cancelled; most of the students were with their families but about 10% were at school helping to organise the parade. I was one of the 10%; someone had signed me up, I assumed as a prank. My hometown was a typically small, south-eastern coastal town – not much happened here, but the parade was a big deal and everyone donned their traditional garb.
It was very warm that day, the sun seemed unusually bright and burned with an uncomfortable heat. I was sweating in my traditional clothes; the material was thick, itchy and there were several layers to it. I left my home feeling unusually happy and the broad smile that played upon my lips evidenced this clearly. I walked past the old iron gates of my school, I thought the ill-chosen green paint looked particularly sickly in the sunlight and was musing on who was the brains behind that choice when a sharp, powerful blow connected with balls. I fell to my knees in agony, breathless. I could hear the sound of feminine laughter all around me.
“You should watch where you’re going, Einar.” The voice was scornful and hard, but simultaneously sweet and seductive. I looked up to Anne staring down at me, her grinning face peering over her ample bosom which was barely contained in her dress. She had the body of a nymph; built for sensuality and utterly feminine but at the same time powerful and Amazonian. I looked up at her big blue eyes; two bright orbs perfectly placed on her pretty face. For a moment I admired her pale white skin, her slightly rosey cheeks and the long golden tresses that fell over her shoulder. I look at her full pink lips to them contract and launch a ball of spit that hit me in the right eye. The girls laughed. As I looked down to rub my eyes I felt another blow hit me in the balls and I keeled over. Another chorus of laughter.
“We shouldn’t do this here; we’ll get caught.” I recognized the voice. It belonged to Solveig; a girl whose beauty matched that of Anne. She was a red-head, with milky white skin, light green eyes, and the longest legs I had ever seen on a woman. At 1,80m she was the tallest girl I knew, but was by no means lanky. She was a somewhat larger girl, with full, voluptuous, hourglass curves. “Let’s take him to the changing rooms, there’ll be no-one there.” I didn’t recognize this voice, it was excited and at the same time had a faintly nervous tone. I heard Anne agree; she was the unchallenged leader of the group.
I opened my eyes to see Anne deliver a strong kick to my gut, taking my breath away once again. I was rolled onto my back. “You two take the legs, we’ll take the arms”, Anne’s voice again, “but first . . .” I felt Anne’s knee press on my throat, I opened my eyes and she punched me hard in the nose; once, twice, three times. “Ow. That hurts.” She shook her hand and laughed, all of the girls followed her lead and laughed. She kicked me hard in the mouth, this kick was followed by several others, some harder and some lighter in my stomach, back, balls, and a final kick in the eye from Anne. I was shaking, blood trickled backwards down my nose, I could taste it in my mouth and feel that a piece of tooth enamel had broken off from an upper left canine. I realized that my penis was fully erect and tingling, the girls noticed too as one grabbed my crotched as the others laughed.
I felt four pairs of dainty female hands taking hold of my limbs before being dragged across the ground into a nearby building. It was the female changing room of the gym department building. I was hoisted onto a bench and commanded to open my eyes by Anne. I obeyed her strict commanding voice, opening both eyes one of which only opened in a squint; my vision was blurred by Anne’s kick and the eye was bruised and swollen. I saw four beautiful young women, with wicked grins on their face, looked down at me. I recognized all but one of them. The unknown girl was shorter than the others at about 1,70m; she had light auburn hair with flecks of blonde and orange running across it. She saw me looking at her and blew a kiss. The fourth girl I knew; Sara. She was the Captain of the women’s hockey team and had a shock of black hair, with dark blue eyes and full luscious lips. She was Italian, and had moved here from Milano two years ago. She was deliciously rubenesque with breasts about the size of ripe melons, a cute pot-belly and immense thighs that I imagined could wrestle a crocodile and come off the victor. She was of a middling height.
“We’ve been planning this for months. We got you signed up and knew you’d come, couldn’t let the teachers down could you?” She laughed and spat at me again, the glob of sticky fluid trickled down my forehead, along my nose, and found its final stop between my lips. Anne wiped a forming droplet of sweat from her forehead with her index finger. “Open your mouth.” I didn’t comply immediately, because my mouth hurt so much when I tried to move it. She walked up to me and gave a strong slap to my temple before manual popping my mouth open with her thumb and fingers on opposing sides. “Tongue out”. I did as told. She ran the wet finger from the tip to the back of my tongue, it was salty with her sweat. She kept my mouth open with her left hand, pulling her skirt and underskirt up to her knee with the other before reaching up between her thighs. I heard a low, wet suction noise as she inserted two fingers up her vagina. It was five seconds or so before she removed them again. A strong, sweet odor filled my nostrils. She brought it up to her nose and inhaled deeply of the musk. “It’s ripe; I haven’t washed it in a very long time”. She brought it to my nose and the strong womanly odor filled my nostrils. She wiped her finger across my tongue and, without asking, sucked I sucked the slimey vaginal fluid from her finger. The taste was incredible; like the undiluted essence of woman - it was salty, sweet but at the same time slightly acidic.
“You seemed to enjoy that”, I looked away without replying; she brought her boot heel down on my crotch for the insolence. I let out a loud yelp and the girls laughed. Anne pushed me onto my back, laid across the bench, with a powerful toe kick just below my diaphragm. I closed my eyes from the pain as I tried to catch my breath, when I opened them she was stood above my chest, legs straddling the bench. Her voluminous dresses covered me up to my nose. Without a word she hiked them up to her hips revealing large, powerful thighs glistening with moisture. The dark blonde hair of her pubic mound was long and unkempt, matted with sweat and vaginal fluids. Her long puffy labia minora poked out from her pubic forest; they were meaty and pink with shallow wrinkles running across the glistening flesh. With two fingers she spread her lips showing her tight vagina, slimey from the heat and weeks of being left unwashed. She pushed up her clitoral hood with her index finger, revealing the bulbous pink nub. With a flutter of her dress skirts she descended on my face.
I was bombarded by the strong feminine odor and the taste of her genitals filled my mouth as I pushed my tongue through her copious, soft pubic hair. She straddled my face with mouth of her weight, I struggled to keep my mouth open as my tongue probed her vagina. The walls of her canal moulded to my tongue. I was in pure bliss as my tongue explored her slimey canal, the wonderful taste almost overwhelming me. I felt her clitoris nestle in my left nostril, I wiggled my nose with what little movement I had and heard a faint moan in response. Her strong thighs around my head gripped me tighter and I felt her vagina contract around my tongue. I used my nose and face to stimulate her clitoris and external vulva as my tongue continued to caress her vagina. I struggled to breath but could bring myself to stop as she rode my face to orgasm. Ten minutes must have past when stopped bucking and restrained my face from moving across her vulva. I continued licking her vagina for my own oral pleasure though I faintly heard voice the word “Stop”. I received a strong punch in the stomach for my transgression, but continued regardless – her taste was utterly intoxicating. I anticipated another punch but it never arrived, I continued my delighting in her beautiful hole.
She moved her buttocks backwards, bringing her vagina away from my tongue. I continued licking; her labia majora and minora, urethra and clitoral nub. After a minute I felt her urethra contract, I probed it with my tongue; the tip poking a few millimeters into the tip hole. The hole expanded and almost immediately a hot gush of salty fluid poured across my tongue and down my throat. I momentarily spluttered, but she continued to urinate even as I choked. I felt myself about to pass out as the hot piss cascaded across my tongue and began to fill up my mouth; I couldn’t breathe.
After what seemed like an hour fighting for air the torrent stopped. Only a few drops trickled from her urethra onto my tongue, I licked the minute hole for one time more when I felt her moving to get up. She used her weight to push off from my face, as she slowly ascended I used my lips to suck her long juicy labia and soaking-wet pubic hair. She allowed her dress to fall down over my face, I was bathed in darkness once again – I felt two drops of her vaginal fluid drop onto my face in quick succession. I heard her voice, though muffled by her heavy costume, “Who wants to go next?”