Introduction:
It seemed like a normal Thursday eve visit for all I was now host to the alien symbiote. I had taken and implanted Lisa on Monday, and only her daily rape on Tuesday and Wednesday had kept me drained enough to handle most of Rose’s visit without her thinking something was wrong. Rose was then visiting me more or less monthly, arriving around lunchtime and staying until the early evening.
Rose was a big fat woman, very much one that would describe herself as a BBW. 5’6”, with thinning, graying red hair low on her shoulders she was, simply put, fat. Her thick heavy arms came from padded large shoulders, framing large heavy-hanging breasts and a big belly large and soft enough to cover her groin when naked. Her thighs were big and very soft with thick fat.
As would be expected for someone that had been over 300 pounds all her adult life, at 47 Rose had a lot of health issues, including bad knees that greatly hampered her mobility. Of late she had something wrong in her digestion or some organ, and would spend at least half an hour in pain after eating.
Rose was a dear friend of my year+ dead second wife. They had been BFF’s since their early 20’s, and Rose had become my close friend as well. By my marriage I had in a sense gained both a wife and a sort-of sister in law. From first meeting her years ago I had wanted to fuck her, but never given anyone a hint of my lust. Granted I felt that way about most women, but Rose seemed a challenge to achieve, like climbing a large mountain. Not only was I not Rose’s type, I knew she would never want to betray my wife.
Rose’s string of boyfriends had all been submissive to her very strong personality. She and my wife both would joke that Rose was “Raised by a family of wolves,” strong willed (nice for emotionally abusive) parents that had given her a “Take no prisoners.” attitude. She had very much the stereotypical fire of a redhead. Those boyfriends had all been what her type would call a “FA” (Fat Admirer), the polite label for men with a fetish about super-size women. I was very un-picky in my needs, wanting to fuck anyone human with a tight hole available.
Rose had also worked part time for a pittance of government money as a registered caregiver for my wife since before I met them, coming a 2 Hour drive from her apartment for a single day or an overnight visit. She would take my wife to appointments and shopping, as well as handling bill payments and filling out forms my wife found challenging. The visits had continued after my wife passed, for all they were now primarily just friend visits, though Rose would cook for us both.
After spending the afternoon in my house, breathing my alien tainted pheromones Rose is about to leave. She and I are each on our usual couches, and her typical post-meal pain had passed so she was ready to head home. I lowered my recliner, dropping my feet to stand as Rose rocked herself forwards and back until she could stand. Rose smiled at me and lifted her arms a little to accept the hug she knew I was bringing her.
I stepped close and put my arms around Rose. She had her right arm higher than her left so I mirrored her position. My left arm slipped behind Rose’s lower back, with my right arm across her left shoulder blade. We gripped each other lightly as I dipped my face into her left shoulder, very conscious of how warm and soft her side and lower back were against my arm. Rose was wearing a thin sweater and the feel of her warm body in my grip sealed her fate.
Not a usual hug:
I sighed into the curve where Rose’s neck met her shoulder, very slowly gripping her harder until she began to tense in reaction to the length and strength of the hug, unsettled by the gradual change in the nature of the contact. I was aroused and sweating hard, the hug flooding Rose in a cloud of stronger pheromones. Rose loosened her own grip around me, then patted by my back in what I took as a “There, there.” manner, attempting to signal the end of the hug. I responded to her nonverbal cue with slow aggression, gently pressing my hips forwards to push my groin against her lower belly.
I could not tell if Rose felt my growing erection pressing her pendulous belly but she did react to the escalation, trembling and trying to reach for my arms. Rose tried to tell me “Please let go, I cannn muhhh” but her words trailed off into a mumble as the pheromones sapped her will.
I made it clear to Rose I was not going to let go of her, holding her to me now firmly with both arms while pushing my groin forward harder. I felt her fat breasts flatten all the more against my chest, pressing harder to me, the hand behind her upper back and my arm around her waist kept from moving back. My voice was hoarse with arousal as I told Rose simply “Not stopping.”
Rose tried to struggle. Her left arm was half-trapped by my right arm so that hand plucked at my back, her less restricted right hand weakly gripping at the back of my left upper arm trying to pull me away. My heavy shirt kept her from clawing my skin too hard, but I was glad she no longer wore the long nails she had given up. There was a lot of quaver and some desperation in Rose’s voice the second time she spoke. “Please let go of me!”
We wobbled on our feet where we stood just before the couch, Rose’s struggles ineffective. I moved my right hand up behind the base of her neck, gripping firmly at the soft skin above her neck-fat hump, my lips wet against her neck where I licked her warm skin. She managed to get her right arm to the front of my left shoulder and pushed lightly, trying to pry herself away from my grip while cursing at me. Her usual attitude broke through her increasing confusion with a few strong words; “Fucker, let me go!”
Letting go:
A lot happened suddenly when I growled “Sure!” into Rose’s soft neck.
*I eased the pressure of my right hand on the back of her neck, hooking my fingers into the neck hem of her top and…
*I let go of her waist with my left hand, arm going wide to let her be pushed back by my forward thrust groin and…
*I let Rose move back, the couch right behind her tripping the back of her lower legs so she started to fall back into it and..
*My open hand slid around in the neckline of her top until it was at the front of her shoulder where I grabbed the fabric hard and…
*Rose fell fully back onto the couch, legs and arms sprawling aside, fully out of balance and..
*My grip on the neckline of her top was too much for the soft fabric, rupturing the sewn hem and tearing a rip down over her left breast to expose the strap of her black bra.
*The tear in the sweater exposed a lot of her bra-held left breast before the pull overbalanced me and..
*I went forward onto Rose while she was still jouncing to a stop on the couch.
I had a momentary advantage over Rose, since I had intended much of what happened and she was caught by surprise. I had landed on Rose, with my feet still on the floor and my legs straddling her right leg. My left hand was over her right shoulder, gripping the back of the couch to partly support my weight so I was not laying on her upper body. Her thick thigh and soft belly were pinned down by my groin and I had time to grip her hard with both hands before she could react.
I moved to hold Rose’s right shoulder with my left hand, fingers gripping the curve between her shoulder and neck and closed my right hand onto the heavy shape of her left breast where it was revealed by the tear in her sweater. Only her bra protected her breast from my caressing, groping fingers and I felt her shudder when my wide open hand closed on the yielding soft udder. The grope got Rose’s attention, her hands pawing for my wrists while she tried to reason with me, pausing to shudder a little in mid sentence. “Gary, this is wrong, ahhh,, we’re friends!”
Friends don’t rape friends:
Despite her fumbling grip on my wrists I was able to move both hands to the torn edges of the rip in Rose’s sweater, gripping the ragged fabric and forcing my hands apart and down against her weak resistance, tearing the front of the sweater open to the lower hem. I answered Rose before I grunted and pulled harder to completely tear the sweater open, fully exposing her upper body. “Yeah and friends dont rape friends, but you want this too.”
I slowly shifted my arms up and apart to break free of Rose’s grip on them and used my right hand to caress the left side of her face with my fingertips, then the back of my hand her right cheek on the return. I stroked Rose’s shoulders close to her neck before I lightly grabbed her by the shoulders. Rose grabbed at my wrists again weakly, the confusion plain on her and her words more desperate. “Oh stop, please, no! This is wrong, why can’t I stop you?.”
“Because you need it!” I replied, shifting my hands inward to grab Rose’s thick, soft neck, pressing my thumbs into the fat below her chin to tilt her head back.
I put my lips gently at first to Rose’s soft mouth. She twitched, almost flinching her face from me and then held passively still, her fear and confusion only evident in the gusting warm breath of her heavy breathing through her nose. I pressed my lips harder to hers, opening my mouth enough to slip my tongue out and lick, tasting the salt of Rose’s tears on her lips. I could feel her pulse pounding in her neck where my left fingers touched the soft skin above one neck artery, my thumb still guiding her jaw.
That first good kiss:
I lifted my lips from Rose’s enough to whisper “Open your mouth.” before kissing her again and though she shuddered briefly as warring emotions fought, she complied, letting my tongue between her parting lips to lick them fully, sliding the tip across her hard teeth. I started to grip her jaw harder and she quickly understood why, opening her mouth to let my tongue inward to move across the tip of hers, prompting her to shudder again. My mouth opened wider, my tongue going deep into Rose’s mouth aggressively, the taste of her mouth causing a spurt of saliva that drooled across our lips and across her tongue. Rose quivered against me as she swallowed the mix of drool and alien biochemistry that would all the more muddy her thoughts and drive her libido.
Rose’s reaction to the sudden dose was surprisingly strong. Rose’s short-nailed fingers dug into my wrists with all her insufficient strength, making me all the gladder the sleeves of my shirt were too long, I had folded the cuffs over when I put the shirt on, and she was grabbing me where her fingers were on both the sleeves and the folded up cuffs. She struggled under me in increasing panic, eyes wide in her quickly reddening face.
I rode Rose’s bucking body, keeping her down while her struggles increased and then quickly slowed, her brain reacting to the chemical messengers. Despite her weight she was overdosing on or perhaps allergic to my toxic drool. Like most very fat women she was surprisingly strong, enough to move her own bulk but above her as I was she could not push me off. It did briefly take all my strength to stay on her and keep my hands holding her in place and yet despite the effort I was very aware of my cock pressing against her soft belly, swelling and leaking in my pants. The struggle was so intense it seemed to take a long time but it took less than a minute for Rose’s wide eyes to lose focus and droop, her clawing hands relaxing and slipping off my wrists when she slumped limply under me on the couch.
I pushed myself up, letting go of Rose and seeing her sagged open mouth, lips wet with my drool. I stood for a moment looking down at Rose, my own breathing loud while catching my breath after the effort of subduing her. I realized I was shaking in excitement, my hands trembling and feeling a little dizzy as I took in what I had just done. Rose lay sprawled before and below me on the couch, head lolling with her eyes closed and her limbs just twitching. Rose was nearly unconscious, giving me time to look at her upper body revealed by the torn open sweater, only her black bra concealing her large breasts.
No self control, just Tits!:
I felt more than just very aroused. After decades of self control around women I had let go of limits, destroying the years-long relationship with Rose for something I knew would end her life in weeks. My reach down for Rose’s breasts was uncontrolled, even violent as I roughly grabbed at them with both hands open, my palms almost punching the yielding fat masses before my fingers sank deep into the textures of fat and glands.
I had lunged forward and down so my weight was behind the sudden impact of my hands on Rose’s breasts, knocking an unconscious cough out of her as she reflexively struggled to breathe. The black fabric of Rose’s sturdy bra did not protect her breasts from the rough mauling I was giving them but I got annoyed at it and hooked my fingers into her cleavage to yank it off her tits.
The bra was stronger than it looked and I could not get it over the large soft shapes until I quickly fumbled the rescue knife out of my back pocket and flicked open the seatbelt cutter. The special blade of the knife was more concerned about Rose’s skin than I was, not digging in at all as I hooked the blade into the center of the right side of the V of her cleavage.
I pulled down to the right hard, tearing open Rose’s left bra cup with a surprisingly loud ripping noise. Red finger marks were already visible on the bulge of pale flesh revealed by the tearing bra but I had to reposition and yank the blade through the strap on that side before her breast was fully exposed, spilling out and drooping over the torn cup. I reached across Rose’s chest to yank the blade through the other shoulder strap and then pushed it into her deep cleavage to cut through the bottom center of the bra. I only then noticed that there was a catch there I could have opened.
Destroying Rose’s bra gave me full access to her large pendulous breasts and prominent down-pointing nipples. I tossed the knife on the coffee table and pounced on Rose’s nipples with sadistic delight, roughly grabbing and pinching them while digging my thumbnails in and yanking, twisting savagely. Rose had been doped so out of it she did not react strongly at first, just whimpering slightly between hoarse sounding shallow breaths.
I could feel my fully aroused, leaking cock uncomfortably twisted in my pants but I was getting more than a sexual arousal, the brutality inflicted on Rose’s defenseless, nearly limp body turning me on in a way new to me. The pain started to get through to Rose as she recovered with increasingly loud whimpering sounds and her arms starting to twitch, finally lifting and trying to paw at my hands.
Rose’s nipples were reacting to the handling, darkening and getting smaller in diameter, her areola swelling up above the curve of her breasts and the large teats hardening. I closed a finger and thumb on each firming bud, rolling them between my fingerprints. She moaned loudly at the stimulus, the building arousal of her body betraying her rational mind.
What are you doing?:
Rose slumped on the couch, arms dropping and whimpering before she hoarsely begged me “Please, No, Gary, what are you doing to me?”
Again I held Rose’s jaw to keep her face up for another kiss, her breath warm into my mouth as our lips met and parted. I was drooling hard, the warm slickness filling her mouth and being reflexively swallowed.
Rose’s hands twitched but stayed down as she gulped several times before speaking again with fear and a husk of arousal in her tone and voice. “What is happening, this is wrong but I need it, please don’t, please doo…”
I kept my grip on Rose’s face and tit, lifting myself with my mouth close above hers, my view of her wide, reddened and tear filled eyes blurring with proximity to let her feel my breath on her lips as I softly told her what to say. “Say my name Rose, beg me what you need, beg me to kiss you.”
Rose flinched, her eyes closing for a moment before she nearly got it right. “Please Gary, don’t..”
I only had to wait a moment and speak rougher to convince Rose she needed to obey. “Say it Rose, admit your need and beg me to kiss you!”
Rose gulped, closed her eyes and complied with tears running down her cheeks, her words barely louder than a whisper. She was not just rendered passive, but starting to feel the drive of her forced arousal.. “Gary, but I don’t ahh, please ahh, please kiss me.”
This time at first I put my lips gently to Rose’s soft mouth. She twitched, almost flinching her face from me and then held passively still, her growing need only evident in the gusting warm breath of her heavy breathing through her nose. I pressed my lips harder to hers, opening my mouth enough to slip my tongue out and lick, tasting the salt of Rose’s tears on her lips again. I could feel her pulse pounding in her neck where my left fingers touched the soft skin above one neck artery, my thumb still guiding her jaw. Rose’s heavy slack breast was shifting against my open right palm as her chest heaved in rapid confused breathing.
My cheeks were pulsing, salivary glands working overtime as I kissed and fondled Rose, her mouth seeming hungry as she pushed her face up against mine. I let go of her neck and chin, dropping my hand so I was fondling both breasts, my fingers working her now very hard nipples. Rose gulped several times, swallowing considerably more of my spit. She was moaning into my mouth as the drool finally reached a dose level in her large body that was effective. Her hands moved to cover mine, clenching over my grip on her nipples strongly. Rose’s mouth moved just a bit below me so she could speak, her voice a husky, emotion filled whisper. “Harder Gary, touch me, I need to AHHyesss!”
I had gripped very hard in response to Rose’s beg and the press of her hands, my thumbnails digging into her turgid nipples, crushing them against my fingers. Rose’s atypical reaction to my drool peaked, her whole body shuddering as she groaned and then sucked my tongue deep into her mouth for a moment before collapsing, limp. Rose was still breathing, warm air from her nose lightly gusting on my cheek but she was out cold after some sort of peak I doubted was an actual orgasm. I really did not care what had happened, she was unable to resist what I did next.
Unconscious again:
Rose lay sprawled on the couch, head tilted back and to one side revealing the multiple finger bruises on her pendulous breasts. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was slack, a little open with her faint breathing rasping. Rose’s soft pink lips were wet with drool, a glistening trail leaking down her cheek. Her arms were flopped aside, still partly clad in her torn open sweater. The destroyed bra lay under Rose, her heavy hanging breasts fully exposed with the marks of my abusing fingers purpling the pale flesh.
I needed to see Rose more exposed, grabbing the dropped knife in my right hand while taking a grip on the left shoulder of her torn sweater to shred the short sleeve open. Rose’s fully unconscious condition was clear in the way her flabby arm flopped aside at the tug on the destroyed sleeve. It took only moments to repeat the cutting of the right shoulder of the sweater, leaving Rose at my mercy, nude from the waist of her slacks up.
Rose lay unconscious, topless, with the marks of my abuse increasingly livid on her breasts. She was helpless below me and the sight was incredibly arousing, the need to fuck her growing all the more intense in me. My ball pulsed, giving me a perceptible feeling of the pre-cum leaking from the sensitive tip of my very erect cock. It hurt too, my cock bent and captive in my underwear and pants.
I hurriedly opened my shirt, nearly pulling off a button before I got it open and pulled my arms out, tossing it aside and noticing the marks of Rose’s nails on my wrists, the skin scraped and raw in several spots on both arms despite the protection of the shirt. I muttered “Gonna Fuck You Bitch!” down at Rose while scuffing off my shoes, kicking them aside and shoving down my pants and underwear to free my aching cock, grinning at the long strand of pre-cum that dangled from the purple-engorged tip of my glans.
I bent over Rose, right hand grabbing and yanking one side of her torn-apart bra to roughly pull it out from under her back. Rose still had her slacks on, the soft fabric a little fuzzy under my thighs and ass when I straddled her right leg again, leaning forwards onto her sprawled form with the tip of my cock against her warm, soft belly. I grabbed Rose’s wrists, lifting them off her belly to spread wide on the couch.. Her slack arms were heavy, taking a lot of my strength to move. I had to reposition my grip, grunting as I pushed her wrists aside. Rose’s large dangling breasts sagged wide, unconstrained by how her arms were positioned.
Rose was still completely unconscious and fully vulnerable to me. I lowered my face to hers, gripping the sides of her cheeks in both hands to tilt her head for another kiss. Rose’s lips were warm and soft yet completely unreactive, emphasizing her vulnerability to me when my hands opened her mouth a little to let me slip my tongue through her lips and into her mouth. I kissed Rose’s mouth at length, my drool smearing us both as I moved my tongue in her mouth, slipping it across her limp tongue and licking at the ridged roof of her mouth. My saliva glands were sore, drool flooding my mouth so much that I lifted my head a little, my lips pouting together in a kiss motion to let a long strand of nearly clear drool leak down, trailing across her wet upper lip before mostly dripping right onto her tongue.
I lowered again to use my mouth on Rose’s face in a way I knew would have disgusted her, licking at her cheek and moving down onto her thick, soft skinned neck. I could feel the soft pulse of her neck artery against my lips before I sucked, pulling in a sizable mouthful of the soft skin, then growled and bit down hard. I spent a long few minutes biting and chewing on Rose’s neck, sucking hard to bruise the skin and then biting hard to break down the capillaries all the more. I inflicted multiple deeply mottled marks on Rose, the sort of thing she would be humiliated to be seen with.
My mouth reached the base of Rose’s neck and I sucked hard to pull a large bulge of her velvety, fat neck skin into my mouth. My swollen glans was oozing pre-cum on her protruding soft belly flap, my cock giving a twitch as I went fully primaI. I did not resist the urge to bite down, closing my jaw slowly and feeling the skin and underlying fat bulge in my mouth. I bit down harder as if I was trying to take a bite of an apple, feeling the flesh take my teeth deeper. Rose twitched under me and whimpered softly, the pain starting to bring her around.
I was sucking hard to swell gripped tissue deeper into my mouth. I opened my jaw as wide as I could to pull more of the spongy fat meat into my mouth, my teeth starting to scrape the skin. Again I could not resist the urge to bite down, closing my jaw slowly and feeling the flesh bulge in my mouth. The small sound of Rose’s pain aroused, thrilled, and incited me to bite down hard. Rose cried out and shifted under me, starting to struggle in pain. I was biting her neck hard, clenching my jaw and marking the soft flesh, driven by the sound as she moaned loudly. “No, Owww, please stop. Please stop it Gary!”
I lifted my head, releasing Rose’s neck from my mouth to reveal the wounded flesh, my sucking and bite marks mottling her neck as if she were a teenager after a hot date night, not an older fat woman.
My reply to Rose was simple as I cradled her face, hands on her cheeks.. “We’re not done, Rose.”
Rose’s question:
Rose was confused and helpless, her begging shifting repeatedly from resistance to need. “Gary, why do I need this”. You don’t have to do this to me, I thought we were friends.”
I held her head in place, pushing up more to look down into Rose’s face. ” Fuck yes I do and you WANT me to!”
Rose gave a hoarse little gasp, any reply she had lost in another shudder of her heavy body, her breathing becoming frantic as her feelings and arousal clashed, her big soft body heaving all the more under me. My attention was all on watching her face flush and the confusion in her eyes, leaving me barely aware of my aroused leaking cock sliding against her belly. This latest spasm passed, Rose’s struggles quickly weakening, and by the time her eyelids had sagged part way over her rolling back eyes she was fully limp under me.
The cock goes in:
I caught my breath for a moment, my grip now loose on Rose’s bruised and bitten neck and then realized I was reflexively grinding my groin against her belly, working my cock in the slick patch of pre-cum. I wanted more and Rose was not going to be stopping me.
My hands tightened again for a moment when I gripped Rose by the throat for balance, climbing up onto the couch with my legs straddled wide across her bloated belly. The height was just right, my glans bumping her tilted back chin and smearing it with glistening pre-cum.
It was more than just sexual arousal, the symbiont to some degree at that point feeding me strength and hunger. I was as much driven by need as victimized Rose’s pain, and the liberation from all the long held frustration of doing what was expected of me. My right hand moved from Rose’s shoulder to her head, tangling in her graying red hair to yank her head forwards, bringing her lips to my glans. Her slack mouth was a little open, her lips parted as if inviting me to fuck them.
Rose’s very soft lips were warm against my glans when it pushed between them, my pre-cum slicking her lower lip. I only had the blunt part of my tip between her lips when it pressed up against her barely parted teeth. I kept my grip in her hair, letting go with the hand on her throat to grip her jaw from below and pulled down a bit. Rose was fully unconscious and it took only a gentle tug to open her mouth far enough that the flared rim of my glans slipped through her lips and past her teeth.
I sighed happily when I felt the sensitive spot at the bottom join of my flared, very swollen glans slide across Rose’s tongue. A throb in my ball leaked more slick pre-cum across her tongue as I pushed more of my cock into her mouth. I leaned forwards slowly, savoring the feeling of pushing my cock deeper into Rose’s mouth. The ridges of the roof of her mouth could be felt going across the upper flare of my glans. The biggest physical thrill was the sensitive spot on the underside of my glans pushing her tongue down as the front half of my cock filled her mouth.
Rose was not thoroughly unconscious now, reacting to my cock pushing into her mouth and to the taste of my now freely leaking pre-cum slicking her tongue. Rose’s lips closed on my shaft, her tongue moving a little despite her vulnerable limpness. Rose’s forced, unwilling arousal was a boost to the thrill, the feeling of being able to do as I wished all the more arousing me. The tip of my cock was in as deep as the back of her teeth, her sucking lips supplemented by her tongue working against the underside of glans and shaft..
I could feel my glans pushing down harder on Rose’s tongue where the softness got thicker and firmer near the back of her mouth. Just as I felt the upper side of my glans slip across the spot where her hard palate ended, Rose gave a little cough, a reflex small choke against the pressure of my advancing cock. Her tongue moved forwards and back under my cock giving me a lick, and I reflexively bucked my hips forward a bit.
Rose reacted when my cock pushed a full inch deeper into her mouth, drawing a much larger cough, a reflexive choke against my glans pressing to the descending back of her soft palate. This was not the first time a woman had choked on my cock but those had been willing blow jobs, not the oral and mental rape I was subjecting Rose to. Not only was there no reason to pull back, the reaction of her choking did not include any attempt to pull away. I stayed in place for a moment while Rose coughed several times, her tongue still moving under my shaft. I felt her soft breasts pushing against my knees firmly, moving against me when her sprawled arms lifted and her hands fumbled at my ass to pull me towards her face.
My reaction was an escalation, shoving my groin forwards hard to push past the resistance and get my cock into Rose’s throat. My glans filled the top of the wet, warm passage, turning Rose’s next cough into a soft gurgle and strong choking. Rose’s chest, neck, and throat muscles reacted strongly to the invasion, clearly having trouble coping with the pushing glans. Still she grabbed my ass harder, trying to push her face to me. Her mouth opened further, letting me release her chin to grip the back of her head with both hands and pull hard.
The pull on Rose’s head and my strong shove of my hips brought her forehead against my belly and her chin to my scrotum, warm drool leaking over my balls. I groaned loudly at the feelling of her throat spasming around the front of my cock, her tongue rippling against the underside of the rest of my shaft. Any idea of taking my time with the face fucking fled, my self control gone and I began verbally abusing Rose between gasps of pleasure and heavy breathing. “Fucking fat bitch, you take that cock!”
I kept my grip on Rose’s head, fingers tearing some hair while my groin bucked, barely pulling my cock back before ramming in again. My cock kept Rose’s throat fully plugged for at least half a minute, her choking reaction getting stronger, her big breasts shaking against my knees. The spasms in Rose’s throat intensified, the clenching of her neck muscles very much stimulating me for all it felt nothing like fucking someones cunt or ass. “Choke on it Bitch, how do you like that!”
I heard no answer from Rose of course, just the continued muffled sounds of her choking on my cock until I pulled her head back far enough to clear her throat, keeping the tip in her mouth. Rose coughed loudly and repeatedly, a surprising amount of stringy white drool coming out around my cock. The mess slid down her chin, trailing down my legs and her chest very slickly. I let Rose try to inhale several times, the first attempts interrupted by choking and bringing up more drool.
With her lungs at least partially refilled with fresh air Rose begged in confusion, her rational mind still losing the war with her forced arousal. Between gagging and coughing her voice was wet and hoarse from the abuse. “Stop, Nooo, Please Ahhh, more you bastard, fuck my face!”
I yanked Rose’s head forwards again to drive my cock back into her throat. For the second time I pulled Rose’s face against my belly and groin suddenly to get my cock down into her throat. I fucked her face a little slower now, taking time to feel all the sensations each time I pulled back an inch before pushing balls deep again.
Rose was having a very rough time, her spasming throat gripping my glans and the front of my shaft each time it went deep. She was gagging repeatedly and having a lot of trouble getting in much air when I pulled back because of her coughing. Looking down my body I could see Rose’s face was darkening under the spit and white strands of drool leaking from her mouth, her nose occasionally blowing bubbles where the mess leaked from her nostrils.
Despite the struggle to cope Rose still worked at it, looking up for eye contact with her increasingly bluing face. Her bulky body shook and heaved on the couch, her legs starting to thrash helplessly while I kept fucking her throat with increasing urgency. Despite her increasing desperation and losing control of her body she kept her grip on my ass, pulling me strongly each time I thrust my cock deep into her face.
Knowing Rose was both hating and needing, helping what I was doing to her was the last straw for me. I pulled her face to me and kept it against my belly, the thrusts from my groin just rocking me against her. The clenching of her throat muscles surprised me by escalating, her gagging becoming a failed attempt at vomiting. Rose was desperate, but her arms worked well enough to still grab at my ass and keep my groin against her face. Her eyes flooded with tears, her arms still pulling on my ass “Oh FUCK, Rose, take it all!”
The realization Rose’s will had broken put me over the edge. It was as much understanding her forced need as the feel of my cock in her mouth and throat that spasmed my ball.
Gary’s Orgasm:
It felt like my seed was filling Rose’s throat hugely, for all it was actually just half a dozen diminishing spurts. To me the sensations seemed to stretch out for a long time. I was aware of it all:
*My lower groin throbbed again and again, squeezing and pulsing my ball to pump what felt like a rush of fire through my cock, each squeeze a jolt of crackling pleasure.
*My cock felt hugely swollen, the wide base forcing Rose’s stretched lips wide open for each pulse of cum to push through,
*I could feel each wad of jizz pumping the length of my urethra and spraying from the overly sensitized slit at the tip of my hard-engorged glans.
*Rose bucked under me, strong throat muscles at first rippling and milking at my cock as if wanting more after their failure to force my shaft out of her throat.
*Each successive frantic buck of my hips seemed to drive my cock deeper, the slick goo flooding Rose’s raped neck, aiding the short, full strength thrusts.
*The clenching of Rose’s throat became weaker and more spasmodic around my cock and I realized I could feel her intense rapid heartbeat on my shaft.
*My hands were pulling Rose’s head so hard against my belly I could feel her hair pulling out, and yet that cruel pain did not stop her pulling me against her as well.
*The drool slicked sliding sensation of my thighs on Rose’s soft body felt good, her big fat tits rammed by knees.
*My head was back, the room blurring as my eyes rolled up, my breath gusting a short grunt with each spurt.
*My brain seemed to reel with thoughts and emotions: Power, Satisfaction, Anger and even Hate, Revenge, and the sense of dominating Rose distilled down to one word that rang in my head and would have been shouted if I could speak. “MINE!”
Before the symbiote I had never had an orgasm this intense, it far outdid anything I had felt in normal life. Even though it actually took only a few seconds it felt like it went on and on, an unending rush of sensation overwhelming me. I had enjoyed abusing and hurting Rose but this was it, the moment I had waited so long for. By the time the intense clenches in my groin stopped they were producing no further feeling of flow I felt I had pumped my ballsack empty in Rose.
I never really understood why the Symbiote did not implant Rose that first time. I ended up assuming it was just too soon for its growth in my body, as later on it could happen twice with just a one day delay.
With that last unproductive clench of my ball Rose had gone slack, her throat tight but still on my cock and the fluttering of her pulse gone weak. The rush ended suddenly and I slumped on Rose, senses reeling and almost passing out. My hands loosened in her hair, only my grip there keeping me up before I started to sag. My knees were shaky, bending to slide me down Rose’s tilted back and drool slicked slack form.
I shuddered at the feeling of my already softening cock pulling out of Rose’s throat and over her slack tongue before it slipped from her mouth trailing gooey strands of drool. I twisted as I slid down and ended up slumped across the couch, my feet by the end further from her and my head on her thighs, one ear against her bulging belly.
Aftermath:
I looked up at Rose, catching my breath and recovering while watching more mess leak from her open mouth, slipping slowly down through her wide cleavage.. Her hanging forward dark face was coated and slimed in spit, drool, and cum, some slime still leaking from her nose. Her slack face loomed above me, her half closed eyes staring and leaking tears. I shuddered, my ball clenching uselessly one last time, the sight of the degraded, abused mess I had turned my now-former friend into still trying to arouse me.
Ending:
I caught my own breath, getting enough air to groan at Rose. “I guess friends DO rape friends!”