Erica fulfills a fantasy

Lounging in bed one morning Erica cuddled against Michael and told him a fantasy she'd been toying with for weeks. As she explained it to him, her fingers playing on his chest, Michael's arousal started. He fondled her, kissing her softly as she talked, and when he was done he rolled her onto her belly, roughly pushing her thighs apart.

"What about my fantasy?" she protested, laughing.

"All in t good time," he muttered, sliding his fingers into her wetness, hearing her gasp, then taking her, his hands squeezing the cheeks of her ass, groaning with the sensation of her. She bucked and rocked, moaning with each thrust. Their coupling was like combat, rough and violent and compelling. He was heedless of her pleasure, greedily slaking his lust, but her spasms began rippling all the stronger for his selfishness.

"Fuck me you bastard!" she groaned, heaving as though trying to cast him off, all the while her muscles squeezing and milking his cock until he came, arching his back and growling his satisfaction.

Her fantasy involved a preparatory shopping trip to thrift store, where she found a low cut top and a denim skit. She changed into her new clothes and they drove east up the valley, the convertible top down, smiling at each other and he prettiness of the day.

Deep in the country he left the freeway and took increasingly smaller side roads into a region where the farmland gave way to forested foothills. He stopped at an intersection and let her out, then drove away, travelling a mile before turning back. She stood where he had left her, assuming the classic hitchhiker's pose, and slowed and pulled over. She trotted up to the car, leaning over the door, showing him some cleavage. Her nipples bulged against the fabric.

"Thanks for stopping. I've been waiting a long time," she tells you with an innocent smile.

"Hop in. Where are you going?"

"The city. I can't stand it here any more."

"What are you going to do in the city?"

"I have a friend who I can stay with until I find a job. I have to get out of this crappy little town."

They drove further towards the foothills, the road becoming narrower and the countryside growing steadily more isolated as they progressed.

"I have to do something for a few minutes, then I'll be heading back to the freeway. I can give you a ride into the city."

"That's great," she smiled happily. "I'm really grateful for the ride."

He turned off onto a minor road and a half mile later onto another, marked as a dead end. He drove a few hundred yards to where it ended at large concrete blocks. He stopped the car, staring at her as he turned the engine off.

"Why are we stopping here?" she asked, a flicker of apprehension in her eyes. She looked about them. On one side the forest came down almost to the road. On the other a fence enclosed some pasture and woodland. The only building in sight was a farmhouse at least a mile away.

"You said you were grateful for the ride. I'm going to give you the chance to show just how grateful you are." He leered at her, his eyes lingering on her breasts and legs.

"I'm not sure what you mean," she said nervously. "I think you should start the car and we should get going."

"You know what I mean," he said, pulling her to him, his lips crushing hers as his hands roughly fondled her breasts. She pushed him away, her eyes wide and frightened.

"Stop it! Leave me alone!" Her hand fumbled for the door handle and she stumbled out of the car, evading his grasp, and fled towards the forest. He chased her, catching her a few yards into the trees, grabbing her arm and pulling her to him. He held her, grabbing her ass, forcing a kiss on her as she struggled.

"Stop it! What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going to fuck you, you little country slut," he hissed, his hands groping roughly over her as she fought him.

"No! Don't! Please! Please let me go!" She squirmed, trying to free herself, but he held her tightly. He grabbed the neckline of her blouse, stared into her eyes for a moment, then ripped it away with a single brutal tug. It fell away, revealing her braless breasts. She tried to cover herself, tugging the torn fabric together, her eyes wide and startled. She squirmed again and was free for a moment but he caught her before she had gone two steps.

"Please don't hurt me," she pleaded, still trying to cover herself. He pushed her against a tree, trapping her, one hand pushing under her skirt. She grabbed his wrist trying to prevent him, and he lowered his head, biting her neck, making her shudder.

"You want it, don't you bitch?" he snarled, pushing himself against her, his hardness straining against his jeans. "You know you want my cock. You want it fucking your tight slutty cunt."

"No! Leave me alone!" she cried, struggling to push him away. He forced her to her knees, winding one hand in her hair to hold her while he unzipped and freed his swollen cock. She stared at it in fascinated despair.

"Don't," she whimpered. "Please don't" He ignored her and pulled her head towards his cock. She clamped her mouth tightly shut and he rubbed it over her lips, watching her fearful eyes as a snake might watch a mouse.

"Suck it," he ordered. "You know you want to. You know you're going to." Trembling, her lips parted and kissed the tip but her teeth remained clenched, refusing him passage. He seized one of her nipples, tugging and squeezing it. She gasped involuntarily and he thrust forwards, his cock sliding into her wet warm mouth.

"That's the way," he grunted. "You're a good little cocksucker." He watched her cheeks puff with each stroke of his cock. Her eyes were wide and staring at his as he raped her mouth.

"Use your tongue," he ordered, pulling her tight against him as he pushed his hips forwards. "That's a sweet suckmouth you have." He was groaning with pleasure as his cock slipped in and out of her warm wet mouth and his hands loosened in her hair.

Suddenly she pushed him back, scrambling to her feet and fleeing. He staggered for a moment then pursued her, catching her after a few yards. He spun her around, pushing her to the ground on her back.

"I'll make you sorry you did that," he growled, holding her down with one hand while he groped between her thrashing legs.

"Stop, please stop! Don't rape me! Please!" she begged frantically, struggling and squirming. His hand found the filminess of her panties and he pulled them aside, pressing his fingers into her, finding her wetter than she'd ever been. Her breath came in gasps as she fought him, mewling incoherent pleas as he pressed forward, forcing his cock into her, taking her with a single brutal thrust that filled her, then driving into her, his knees damp in the loam, pressing her ass into the ground.

"Stop, please stop," she moaned, her hands beating helplessly against his back. Growling his lust he ignored her, thrusting in and out of her, his hands fondling her breasts, rolling her stiff nipples, his mouth nibbling and biting her neck.

With a final savage thrust he came, quivering and shuddering as he exploded inside her, spasms running up his spine and and bursting in his brain. As he cried out his release, Erica joined him, her own cries a mixture of ecstasy and abuse as she pumped her hips, draining him, taking him.

Afterwards they lay on the ground exhausted, still linked, their hearts beating hard, their breathing gradually slowing. He stroked her face, brushing her hair aside, gently kissing her. She smiled, stroking his face in turn, kissing his lips as she hugged his back.

"Wow," she said shivering slightly. "Just wow."

"That was intense," he agreed, kissing her. "I felt like the top of my head was going to blow off."

"I just kept coming and coming and coming. I'm still quivering," she chuckled, squirming slightly. "You're still hard."

"You inspire me."

"And you me, lover. That was so good." She snuggled against him, kissing his chest. "We should get up, the ground is cold." He withdrew from her, his cock still mostly stiff, and rose to his knees. She stood, bending to brush dead leaves from her legs, her torn blouse hanging open. She turned, trying to look over her shoulder.

"Can you brush me off?" she asked. He obliged, flicking the detritus off her legs, brushing off her skirt and back, grooming some twigs out of her hair.

Surprising himself, his lust returned in a strong hot wave, his cock throbbing despite his recent orgasm. He suddenly pulled her skirt up, reaching between her legs, pulling her sodden panties aside.

"Again?" she squealed in surprise.

"Bend over," he growled, pushing his cock against her swollen lips. Holding her hips he thrust into her, forcing a long wailing gasp from her mouth. He pushed one finger, wet with her own juices into her ass and she cried out, her spasms gripping his cock. She held onto a tree, pushing herself back to him, flexing and rotating her ass, squeezing him, encouraging him as she came again and again and again.

"Fuck me! Rape me! Fuck me out here in the woods like a slutty little animal! Do whatever you want to me! Make me your bitch!" she panted, insensate to reason, babbling her lust between cries of release. He pumped himself into her, his toes curling, his hands clutching at her, striving towards orgasm, finally there, exploding, a blend of release and pain and pleasure almost beyond belief.