Astoria

Its ok....Right?

"I'M CUMMING! OH, GOD! OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Robyn's vaginal contractions sent me over the edge. I had been fucking her doggy style for ten minutes, but now I could feel my cock twitching and, for a moment, time seemed to stop as the cum churned up out of my gonads, up out of my dick, and sprayed the walls of her spasming pussy. A moment later, and we both collapsed in a heap, pulling the covers over us.

Panting, Robyn said, "Chase, that was fantastic! As usual! Toe-curling! You were pounding me like you were mad at me!"

"How could I ever be mad at you? I adore everything about you," I declared. "Your gorgeous red hair, your cute little boobs, that curvy ass, your delicious pussy..."

She smiled. "That's just my body. How about when we had that argument about where the toilet seat is supposed to be?"

I sighed. "I still say the proper position for the toilet seat is in whatever position it was last used. If that's the position it needs to be for the next use, it's already there. Saves wear and tear on the hinges."

"Easy for you to say, you've never fallen in in the middle of the night because the seat was up."

"So turn on a light."

"The extra electricity would more than offset the buck ninety-eight we'd save by not having to replace maybe one hinge over our lifetime."

I liked hearing her talk about "our lifetime". We had started dating six months ago, began fucking five months ago, and moved in together three months ago. I was thinking more and more lately that she was The One.

Robyn continued, "The point is, when we made up, you fucked me like you hated me. That... kinda did something for me. It got me to thinking about a fantasy I've had..." Her voice trailed off.

"Do tell!"

"I... I can't. It's really perverted."

Part of why we agreed to live together was we felt it was important to determine if we were sexually compatible, day in and day out. There certainly didn't seem to be any indication of problems so far, but we were still learning things about each other. It's been difficult for either of us to open up and show our true selves, so I was ready to be the supportive boyfriend.

"C'mon, Nance. You know you can tell me anything. No judgements."

"We-ell," she started slowly, "I've always wondered what it would be like to be... taken... against my will." Her face began to turn red.

I smiled. "A rape fantasy?"

"Okay, yes, a rape fantasy. I mean, I would never want to actually be injured, like that rape scene in Showgirls. Maybe a little pain, for the sake of realism. And I feel so ashamed even thinking about it. I cringe every time I hear about a woman, or worse a girl, getting raped, but just the idea of getting fucked whether I wanted to or not... I don't know, I can't explain it."

I assured her, "Actually, from what I understand, rape fantasy is actually very common among women. It has to do with the idea of not being in control, not having to feel guilty about sex because they have no say. Something like that. If you really wanted to... indulge... this little fantasy of yours, I'm willing to try. We just need to think of a safe word to use so you can call it off if you need to."

"Ugh. Safe word? That would take all the fun out of it." I admit, hearing Robyn refer to rape as "fun" had an effect on me, or rather, my dick. What that says about me, I don't know. She propped herself up on her elbow, sheet falling away and exposing her tits. Robyn has the sweetest little titties- by most men's standards, they're small, barely a B cup, but when she's aroused, her nipples stick out a full inch. We've joked about her trying to fuck me in the ass with one of her nips.