All Chapters of Forced to Forever: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jackie sat up in bed, smiled at me, and took her nightgown off over her head, revealing her lovely breasts and pussy to me once more. Before she slipped back under the covers and moved closer to me, I could see she had some hair down there. "I'm sorry about the hair down there," she said, her gaze falling down her body. "I've been letting it grow for a few months now without doing much with it." "Sorry?" I was surprised to learn that she was apologizing. "You're beautiful just the way you are." "I love it." “Really?” With a smile and a soft kiss, she expressed her delight. "Then I'll keep it." Only for you. "It's a trade secret." I slid inside and then upward, gently moving my fingers along her delicate skin on the outside of her leg. As I approached her pussy, which was hairy, wet, and warm, she reflexively spread her legs apart. As my hands stroked across the slit of Jackie's pussy lips, she moaned quietly, "Mmmmm." "I'm in desperate need of this." "And I'm despera

Sitting in third period English class, I fidgeted in my seat while looking at the slow moving hands of the wall clock. How was an oversexed hot girl like me supposed to just sit still and concentrate? Not to be conceited, but over the last few years, I’ve grown used to men and boys practically get whiplash trying to check me out. I flaunted my hot body with sexy clothes and always had perfect hair and makeup. I walked, talked and oozed sexuality all the time. I was well aware of my power over men and enjoyed it. And in my last year of high school, I was finally 18 and legal. As my teacher droned on, I couldn’t help but stare at the hottest guy in class. He was the high school quarterback. Garrett was gorgeous, tall, and popular. He was lean, muscular and so manly. We flirted often in class. Sneaking a look at his crotch, I fantasized about how it would feel to have him in bed. Even though I was a good student, it became impossible to concentrate last year, as I was always

I smiled, my face wet with her juices. Her hand grasping my cock, which had briefly stopped as she reached her climax, resumed its pumping and I felt the warmth of her mouth envelope the tip of my cock. “I’m getting close.” I warned her. She stood up and returned to her original position, on her knees in the sand at the foot of the sun lounger and resumed sucking my cock. “Err. I’m going to come.” I warned her again as I felt my balls tighten. I felt slightly disappointed as she released my cock from her mouth, but she just looked up at me and said: “Oh yeah. Fill my mouth with your come. I can’t wait to swallow it. Come for me!” before stuffing my cock back into her mouth. That was enough to send me over the edge and another couple of pumps on my cock sent volley after volley of my come into her hot eager mouth. She swallowed it all down and then licked my shaft clean before smiling up at me. “That was fucking fantastic.” I panted. “You weren’t bad either.” She smiled. “C

Tricia laid her forehead against the roof of her car and squeezed her cell phone until the plastic crinkled in her hand. She imagined it was her sister she was squeezing. Lucy’s voice came through the phone. “Sis, you still there?” “Yes,” Tricia groaned. “Why? You could already be on your way over here with that dress.” Tricia shook her head. “I told you that I’m running late as it is.” “Oh, you want to see your sweet, rich doctor?” “I baby sit his kids.” “In the middle of the day?” Lucy teased. “That’s likely.” “I don’t run around screwing married men like …” There was a drawn silence. Tricia nearly hung up to avoid the fallout of her comment. She heard her sister clear her throat before Lucy said, “You want to finish that statement?” “No.” Tricia brought her free hand up in a nervous gesture and cupped her breast through her sundress. Touching herself made her feel a little dirty in that moment. She considered running back home and changing into jeans and

She felt his hand rest on the place were the edge of her panty rose up tight on the curve of her ass. Her dress had to be nearly up to her waist. His fingers drew the edge of her panties up higher. If he went much further, then she might as well not be wearing anything at all. She sucked in air and then bit down on her lip to contain it. She felt her muscles twitch under his touch. He said, “Do you want me to stop?” “No, don’t stop.” The words jumped out of her mouth before she realized it. His hand traveled up under her dress along her hip and she moaned. Tricia thought she didn’t need Lucy’s black dress. Dr. Hubbard was doing a fine job making his way up her sun dress. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled down in the back. As they slid off her ass, her breathing increased. She wasn’t sure if he stopped because of her reaction or because something felt wrong about what they were doing. He stopped with one side of her panties down below the curve