Forced into fucking my boyfriend’s best friend – my biggest fantasy [MFM] [Consensual Non-Con]

Years ago, I was working as a counselor at a summer camp for artistic teens. Of course, this meant that little old me [22F now] was stuck in the middle of a country town, sweating my ass off, while my boyfriend Aaron [23M now] enjoyed the air conditioning back home. The program lasted for three weeks, which meant three weeks of a torturous no-sex desert. Which, in turn, also meant our phone conversations started to get a little… vulgar.

One night, as I’m listening to his voice as I rub my clit under the sheets, he asks me what my biggest secret fantasy is. No censoring, no skirting around it. Just exactly what I want, what I’m dreaming about in that moment.

And, in some weird moment of horny honesty, I tell him. I want to be held down, mocked, and then raped.

Raped, I understand, is a very strong word. I much prefer “consensual non-consensuality,” because while I fantasize often about being fucked against my will, in real life, I’d have to make it absolutely clear that everything being done was stuff I had asked for. But it’s been a fantasy that I’ve hidden for years, keeping it restrained to late-night solo sessions and kinky dreams. I knew that it wasn’t my boyfriend’s thing, which he told me up front and with kindness, and I respected his opinion.

And that was the last thing ever said about it for nearly two years. Was I scared to bring it up? A little bit. I wasn’t always a super confident girl, and for a while, we lived out our sex life with our own kind of spice. There were a few moments of non-con flavoring, but never a straight out “scene” where I pretended to be scared, and he pretended to force me into it.

That is, until we met Jack.

Jack [27M] became Aaron’s best friend while I was away at college. After I finished my degree and came back home, he quickly became mine as well. He’s tall, handsome, and a manic sort of funny, the type of guy you’d expect to be the dangerous yet charming guy in a fairytale. He was also very attractive, which led to the eventual threesome… and another threesome… and another… basically it became pretty hard to say no with a guy like that around all the time.

Sure, the sex was getting pretty kinky. There was bondage and belts and riding crops. But beyond dropping a few hints here and there, I never felt like I could ask for something that extreme. To be honest, I felt pretty content with what I was getting, and bringing my non-con fantasies into it might upset the balance we had.

But nothing, *nothing* could’ve prepared me for the sudden dream come true that happened last night.

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It’s the dead of summer, and our little apartment has reached a whopping 82 degrees. I’m sitting on my couch, an ice pack under my ass, all in the hopes of cooling me down. Jack occasionally takes a turn, tucking the pack behind his back and sighing with relief, then passing it back to me. Aaron, with his own strategy, is stretched out on another couch near a fan, trying to make it hit every part of his body. This lasts until one of us breaks.

“I can’t do this,” Aaron says. “Bedroom. A/C unit. Now.”

I spring up. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

We walk into the bedroom, where our air unit is running at full blast, and collapse onto the slightly cool sheets. It’s only a minor difference, but it feels like an iceberg in comparison to the sauna that was the living room. Jack leans in the doorway, smiling at how we’re sprawled out over the pillows. Not wanting to be selfish, I beckon him over. “Saved you a spot,” I say diplomatically, pointing to an opening at the corner of the bed. Jack shrugs and hops on, settling in next to me.

Now, I’m not a psychic, but when two guys get in bed with me, I have a pretty good feeling about what might happen next. I’m also not wearing a bra underneath my tight-fitting one piece, and my shorts are criminally high. I look the part for a girl who was asking for some special attention. (See my history for pics of what I look like, too!)

I start taking up too much of the bed. In response, Aaron reaches an arm under my waist and tickles me.

“No. Tickling.” I say bluntly. “We agreed. No tickling, remember? You banned Jack from tickling me after last time.”

The two share a look.

“Tickling ban revoked,” Aaron says simply, and holds down my arms. Oh fuck you.

There’s a reason Jack was banned from tickling me. I am convinced that if we were in medieval times, Jack would be the sick fuck they get to run the torture chamber under the prison. His tickling style is less fun and cute, and way more a systematic dismantling of the civilized parts of my brain, piece by piece. He straddles me and goes for my arms, stomach, thighs, feet, face, neck- I didn’t even know my neck could be that ticklish, but goddamn, he finds a way. Constantly moving from spot to spot, never staying in one place long enough for me get used to it. All while Aaron is pinning me to the bed, holding my wrists in an iron grip.

At some point, desperation kicks in. I start getting violent as I try to throw them off me, to escape the constant torture of their hands on my body. Fight or flight goes into full force.

“Fuck off!” I kick at Jack, twisting off the bed. He easily grabs me by the waist and tugs me right back onto his lap. Shit.

I try to use my brain. Twisting around, I lean in and kiss Aaron deeply, rubbing myself against his crotch. He releases my hands, which I then use to push myself away at full force. Once again, Jack catches me by the arm right before I make it out the door and reels me right back in.

“You’re not getting out of here,” he says, almost menacingly. He holds me in a grip so tight, my eyes roll back in my head.

And suddenly a huge chill goes up my spine.

I’m about to get feral, I think to myself.

I start thrashing. “Fuck off, fuck off, let me go!” But all this does is make them hold me down harder. They pin me to the bed, stretching me between them, all their attention focusing on holding me in place.

“Fuck off, fuck off,” Aaron mimics in a mocking tone. “I think she might actually be enjoying this.”

Just as these words come out of his mouth, I feel Jack’s hand slip between my legs. I jolt, causing Aaron to put his full weight on my body. My arms are straining and sticky with sweat as I try to push away, but there’s no getting away from it. My clothes come off with a few sharp tugs, and suddenly there are hands on my breasts, my clit, inside me- I can’t tell whose are whose, and I want to scream with how fast I’m suddenly being broken apart.

I’m repositioned, somehow, despite me clawing at them and struggling to get away. Jack forces me back into his lap and wraps an arm around my neck. He gives me a sharp warning squeeze.

“You might as well stop struggling now,” he says. “You’re not going anywhere.” The mocking tone in his voice is disgustingly sweet and sinister at the same time.

I feel Aaron’s hand twist into my panties, pulling them off in one rough yank. The cool air hits me for just one moment, then his face is between my legs, licking at the wetness that’s already pooling there. There’s nowhere to squirm, backwards or forwards; I have to just breathe and take it. Every few licks he bites into my thigh, and I almost whine out loud.

Jack pulls his cock out of his pants. He wraps his hand around my own, guiding it to his crotch. He forces my fingers around it and slowly pumps it, once, twice, and I can feel pre-cum slowly leaking across my fingers.

“Squeeze it,” he hisses, then pulls sharply up on the arm that’s around my neck. “Or I squeeze you.”

I could almost cry. I think I do. A tear or two slips out as I wrap my fingers around his shaft and squeeze. This is fucking terrifying and so, so hot.

I look down. Aaron has sat up, and is slowly undoing the zipper of his pants. He presses the head of his cock against my entrance, dragging it through the wetness he finds there, and smiles.

“She can’t pretend like she’s not loving this anymore,” he says, amused. “The proof is all right there.”

He slowly pushes in. My hand clenches around Jack as I feel my pussy do the same to Aaron’s cock. Before I can scream, Jack’s arm cuts off my air, and he bites down hard into the back of my neck. His mouth is hot and his teeth are sharp. It almost distracts me from the feeling of being stretched open. Almost.

It doesn’t take Aaron long. He pulls out and shoots all over my cunt, my thighs, my upper stomach. It mixes in with the sweat that clings to my skin, and the wetness that was already there between my legs. I am a mess. Aaron sits back, smiles at me, and says, “That’s it for me.”

But I’m not done yet. When Aaron leaves the room, Jack winds his fist into my hair, grinning down at me from his spot standing next to the bed.

“My turn,” he says, dragging my head down to his cock. “And you better suck it like you love it.”

Not like I have much choice. He uses my neck as a fulcrum, forcing my head down onto his cock over and over, until I’m gagging every few seconds as it pushes its way down my throat. There isn’t any sucking, just pure face-fucking as he uses me. My eyes start watering again, and my fingers twist into the sheets below me. It’s just one torture after another tonight.

After a few minutes of this, Jack throws me off his cock and back down onto the bed. A moment later, I feel something flutter down on my leg. It’s a paper towel. He must have grabbed it off the nightstand.

“Clean yourself up,” he says.

My hands shaking, I wipe the cum from between my legs. There’s a ridiculous amount of it, I know what a wreck I must look like. I ball the paper towel up and, in my last moment of defiance, throw it right at Jack’s chest.

In two seconds, he has me face-down, ass-up on the bed, his knee forcing my legs apart. Before I can let out a single word he’s inside me, pushing into me so hard that my head bounces off the mattress. I try to wiggle away, but his arms pin me down so hard, I can feel his nails digging into the skin of my arms and back.

It’s a rough, quick fuck. I can’t move, I can’t think. I keep whispering “please, no, please, please-” but he just keeps going.

“You don’t have to say please to get *this*,” he says, snapping up into me with a deep thrust. I scream into the mattress beneath me.

Eventually I feel him start to pick up speed to a brutal pace. The smacking sounds of his cock thrusting in reach an obscene loudness. He leans down and whispers in my ear, “I’m going to cum in that fucking tight little pussy,” and then he’s fucking me straight through his orgasm. I feel it spill out of me and down my upper thighs. A rush of air escapes my lungs.

“And scene,” he says, smacking my ass. I let out the loudest, highest pitched laugh I’ve ever made in my bedroom.

The world slows down again. I feel grounded. I slide off the bed and follow him to the doorway, where we both take a deep breath.

“You two are the absolute best,” I say, pulling him into a hug. He has the gall to look sheepish.

I walk past and find Aaron on our couch, sprawled out and reading, so casual even in the aftermath. I sidle up beside him and give him a hug, too.

“Everything you hoped it would be?” he asks. “I thought we were pushing a few lines there, but… I mean, it looks like you enjoyed it.”

“You have no idea,” I said. “That was probably the be all, end all.”

He smiles. Jack returns to the room, where I’m all settled in nothing but my underwear, and we watch It’s Always Sunny until I’m fast asleep on the couch, well-fucked and content.

And that’s the story of how my kinky fantasy finally came true, all because of summer heat, a good friend, and a revoked tickle ban.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6guahm/forced_into_fucking_my_boyfriends_best_friend_my