The following is a complete work of fiction.
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The following story may contain erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now.
Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission.
Authors note:
This is my first story and I would appreciate any constructive criticism or advice. I would also be interested in opinions about the theme, since stories about forced ejaculation seem to be pretty rare.
Forced ejaculation (M? reluc bi oral )
My wife and I sat over a late Sunday lunch and exchanged meaningless comments over the weather. It was sweltering. A light breeze blew the fragrance of summer flowers through the window and I could hear the sound of a neighbor mowing his lawn in the distance. I wiped the sweat from my brow - the temperature outside must be at least 35 degrees C, I thought to myself. The conversation petered out as we both returned our attention to the newspaper pages strewn over the table. I was glad for the peace after the fight last night. We had both been putting ourselves under a lot of pressure lately. It was the baby, of course, or rather the baby we didn't have to be precise. We had been trying for three months now and for my wife, who was already thirty and heard daily the ticking of the biological clock; there was no time to lose.
I suggested to my wife that we go to bed and have a "lie down" but she was not in the mood to forgive me so easily. She stood up and announced that she was going to watch TV and that I could go have a lie down by myself! I shrugged my shoulders and wandered off to have a cold shower. I needed cooling off in more ways than one, I thought, as I stripped off and observed my half erection in the mirror. The body in the mirror certainly wouldn't win any bodybuilding competitions but it was firm and without an ounce of fat thanks to regular gym sessions. I couldn't take all the credit though, the fact that I was still 28 years old played a part as well. I turned on the shower and jumped in.
The baby making had started well, lots of sex, no condoms. My wife is one of those women who react badly to the pill and so I had always had to use condoms, despite my dislike for the intimacy destroying rubbers. One day, after two months had gone by without her falling pregnant, she caught me masturbating. It wasn't that I didn't find my wife attractive, but after months of having sex with the same women, in the same position, I felt the need for a little fantasizing. My wife of course understood only that I was wasting the precious seed that she needed to have a baby. She accused me of sabotaging our efforts and burst into tears. I had to promise not to masturbate again until she was pregnant, not even during her periods.
I dried myself off vigorously, before taking the newspaper and hopping naked into bed. I didn't normally sleep in the nude but in this heat, one had to try everything to stay cool. The breeze blew through the half open window and I pulled the sheet up so as not to catch a cold. I tried to focus on the newspaper but I gave up after catching myself reading the same line three times in a row.
My wife was having her period at the moment and had been irritated for days now due the period pains. I was also suffering; from sexual frustration not period pains, but I was also on edge. I sighed and shook my head. That was the real reason for the fight last night, not the bloody tin of tuna; I had forgotten to buy at the supermarket yesterday. My eyes slowly closed as I fell into a deep sleep. I didn't notice as the distant droning lawnmower suddenly fell silent as the neighbor finished mowing. I didn't notice as a man peered through the window and smirked...
The window was slowly inched open by the intruder, who crept through, landing quietly on the thick carpet of the bedroom floor. Forgetting to close the window behind him, he crouched for a moment at the end of the bed and with one last hungry look at the sleeping figure, crawled up under the sheets. The stranger slowly eased the legs open under the bedclothes and discovered with pleasure that the penis of his victim was already half erect and more importantly, completely exposed. The most dangerous part of the "extraction" was normally removing underwear under the sheets without waking the wearer. He smiled like a cat in the creme and thought of his favorite saying, "A young man's penis has no conscience". He imaged it innocently pumping jet after jet of fresh sperm between his lips. Of course he didn't expect that his victim would stay asleep, only that he wouldn't look under the sheet until it was too late. To tell the truth, he wanted his victim to be awake and aware of every sensation as the last drop of his semen was drawn from him. The intruder considered himself an expert at increasing ejaculate volume via the prostate and saw no reason to leave a single drop behind.
The curtains flapped loudly as a gust of wind blew through the open window. I awoke with a start and tried to sit up, but froze in shock as warm lips suddenly locked around the base of my penis and I was gently sucked. I gasped at the intense sensation and looked down at the figure crouching under the sheet. Then I smiled and relaxed as I realized that my wife had found a unique way of apologizing after last night. I sank back down and allowed her to spread my legs and start up a slow but certain rhythm on me, swirling her tongue around the head on the way up, flicking the tip with her tongue before plunging down. I realized that at this rate I wouldn't last long, what strangely enough seemed to be her aim. I whispered to her confused, "Don't you think we should keep it for making the baby?" and tried to lift up the sheet to see her expression. She held the sheet tightly down and was suddenly still, probably thinking it through, I thought. Suddenly her mouth closed on me and began sucking with renewed determination. Well I had given her the option I thought as I settled back to enjoy what was about to come.
After a few minutes I felt her slow her tempo and lift her lips from me. I didn't have to wait long to find out what she was planning. My cheeks were spread and a slippery finger began rubbing my anus. She used to rub me like that sometimes to get me excited and I relaxed again feeling safe because I knew this game. She wouldn't try to push her finger inside... Without warning a muscular finger penetrated my sphincter and slid smoothly all the way in causing me to gasp and my virgin anus to reflexively grip the surprisingly thick base. The finger began immediately to rub the upper wall of my rectum in a come hither motion and seemed to search for something. A sudden suspicion raised its head as I felt the width of the finger stretch me, the unhurried expert movements. Just like the doctor during my annual checkup... Before I could finish this thought, my wife (?) returned her mouth to my shaft and I arched my back as she found what she was looking for. I lost all track of time as the incredible mouth and finger kept me in a haze of pleasure.
Finally as I crossed the point of no return, I heard my wife call me... from the living room! I had just enough time to wrench the sheets back and see the middle age man crouching between my thighs, my erect penis in his mouth and one arm locked around me. Our eyes met, mine horrified, his greedy, triumphant, and he pushed hard on my prostate. I could only watch as the man brought me immediately and effortlessly to ejaculation. I felt the first jet of semen race up my penis as his tongue teased my opening as if to remind me that he had won. I realized that he was right; no matter how quickly I moved, my first and longest spurt already belonged to him. There was no more time to think, I ejaculated hard into the intruder's mouth, his finger still working my prostate. I watched with a mixture of fascination and horror as I saw his Adam's apple move in time with every spurt. He was swallowing my sperm! I thought of the wiggling struggling sperm, that could have fertilized my wife's ova, being sucked alive down this stranger's throat. The worst part was that I couldn't stop. I had no choice but to continue pumping spurt after spurt of warm thick semen into his waiting mouth. Finally he let go and I collapsed back on the pillow drained in every way. I hardly noticed him cover me again with the sheet and disappear through the window.
My wife stalked into the room. "Didn't you hear me, I said...", she complained, then noticed my closed eyes and assumed I was asleep which didn't improve her temper. Perhaps you could come to diner, when that's not too much trouble she said angrily and slammed the door.
Since then I have often thought about the events of that long warm afternoon. One could only call what the stranger did to me a type of rape, a forced ejaculation. I am a successful young lawyer and it goes without saying that I could never tell anyone about what happened. Although in the following months my wife finally fell pregnant and our relationship picked up, I couldn't forget that moment as my most intimate fluid was drawn from me against my will and swallowed spurt for spurt while I watched.
My wife found it odd as one day I began sleeping in the nude but I offered no explanation and she soon got used to it. The stranger hasn't been back, but you never know...