A literotic sexstories: The Two Sides by Sparky_1 ,
There are always two sides to every story…
I hadn’t washed my running top from the previous night so I grabbed my black sport bra and my usual running shorts. I don’t usually like to bare skin but what were the chances some one would see me at 1 am? I tied my hair back in a messy bun and grabbed my iPod off the kitchen counter. As I tied up the laces on my running shoes, I told my roommate I would be back soon and I headed out the door. The October air was unusually warm despite the season which was welcome. I skipped down the stairs and out onto the street at a brisk walk to get the blood flowing. The park trail began only a few block from my apartment.
The park was dimly lit by the lamps and the path glistened in the light from the light rain earlier that evening. I began my run along the path singing the tune on my iPod in my head. I don’t think I made it for even a minute when I saw some one approaching from the other direction. I couldn’t see his face, a large hood covered his head and he was looking down. His baggy pants were slightly too long for his legs and the bottoms dragged at his ankles on the wet ground. He was or average height and carried his hands in his pockets. As we drew nearer to one another I noticed the small red splotches on his sweater. The first thing that crossed my mind was that he was probably drunk, got into some fight at the bar, gotten his ass kicked and was doing the walk of shame home through the park. I wasn’t afraid of him but I wasn’t comfortable passing him closely so I veered off the path to give him his room as we passed one another. He never looked up when I ran by him. I don’t even think he knew I was there. I put our encounter behind me and after a few minutes passed, I had forgotten all about him and carried on the tune in my head.
There is a spot in the path where the paved part goes one way and a small dirt trail follows the creek another. I knew it would be muddy from the rain but it was a nicer route to take so I turned off the pathway and onto the dirt track to continue along. I always watched my step along here because quite often branches and rocks littered the way. Something moved off the path in the corner of my eye. I looked up but nothing was there. It had probably been just a raccoon climbing up the neighboring tree. As I passed the tree, something tried to grab me. I felt a pair of hands glide across the flesh of my arm but my speed had prevented its grasp. The sudden attack caused me to lose my step and balance and I slipped off the path and fell into the creek. As I staggered to my feet I didn’t even have a second to process what had just happened when I felt my body be pulled from behind. I fell back again into the freezing water and felt something on top of me. As I clawed at my attacker, my face was pushed under the water. I think he was saying something but the water rushing by my ears drowned out his words.
Desperation was setting in. I thought he was going to drown me right then and there but when I thought I was to die, he freed me from the hold and pulled me from the creek. I was thankful to take a breath again. To feel air once more in my lungs. I was weak and exhausted from the struggle. He dragged me to a clearing in the woods and pushed me to the ground. My first instinct was to crawl away but before I could he was on top of me. Self Defense class had taught me so much but none of it was coming to my head when I needed it most. Panic had taken over and I had resorted to kicking and screaming. He resorted to hitting and threats. The first blow was directly across my face which only infuriated me further. The second blow was much harder. Again across my face but I felt my cheek split and for half a second my vision went white. He told me to relax. He didn’t like hurting me but he would if I continued to fight him.
“Let me go. I’ll fucking kill you!” I said in the calmest yet threatening tone I could muster.
He only smiled beneath the hood. As I glanced over him, my attackers form came to me. The man I had passed on the path. Some how he must have known where I would be and took a short cut to head me off.
As I struggled beneath him, he pulled a belt from his pouch pocket and bound my hands behind my back. I winced as he pulled it so tight, the buckle dug into my skin. The twigs and leaf litter dug into my bare back as he flipped me over. He didn’t move for some time. He just looked down at me never once looking at my face. Then, he lifted his arms into the air and pulled off the hooded sweater. I stared at my attacker. His skin was bruised and he bore a few scratches that didn’t come from me. He was quite well built. He had that look of a boxer that came out of a nasty fight. The moon’s light that managed to sneak through the trees gave me sight of his face. His left eye was blacked by a bruise and some blood had dried in his messy brown hair. He hadn’t shaven in perhaps a couple days. He had some steady stubble that made him look quite attractive. Had I seen him in the gym perhaps I would have given this man a second glance but this situation did not make me attracted to him. He looked no older than 30. His listless blue eyes were fixed on my chest as he grabbed at my hair with one hand and direction me up with the other.
He pulled me a few feet and hurled me at a large birch tree. My face turned to the left to avoid the full force face plant into the trunk of the tree. His weight pinned me in place as I felt his growing member bulging in his pants against my butt.
“You sick fuck!” I snapped back at him. He only laughed and told me how I would be amazed by it when I saw it. His tongue traced along the edge of my neck and up to my ear. I shivered slightly at the wet sensation. It repulsed me to think my body liked the touch. His hand reached around and cupped my breast above the fabric of my bra. His tongue was replaced by his sucking mouth as I heard and felt him embrace the skin of my neck. My eyes shut firmly as I tried to train my body to hate his actions. He pulled the bottom of the bra up now exposing my breasts and pressing them against the tree as he pressed against me more. He told me to relax again. Promised me that I would enjoy it. The tears never came but the swearing did.
“You son of a bitch. The second you let me go I am going to break every fucking bone in your body and leave you out here for the fucking worms!” I said quite surprised I was able to conjure such a detailed threat. He countered with his own story of my demise that quickly shut me up. I had given him the credit that he was descent enough to let me go and live after this. Clearly I had misjudged the whole situation. It was clear my threats and futile attempts to free myself were doing me no good right now. All I could hope for was to be calm, let him do what he set out to do and hope his pity would kick in.
He fumbled with the fly of his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. The soft fabric of his boxers now caressed the skin of my legs. He stepped out of his pants and kicked them off to the side. He used his body to keep me pinned against the tree as he reached back and pulled out his swollen penis. He began to rub the tip up my leg and along the back of my tight running shorts where my butt was. He used his free had to wrap around me and stroke my stomach. I grew more and more uneasy as his hand began to lower deeper and deeper until it snuck under the waistband of my shorts and greeted the edge of my panties. I let out a small yelp as his finger traced along the bottom of my panties. He told me I was getting wet. He said how I would love this. He even claimed how I was probably in need of good sex.
His hand down my shorts was becoming more adventurous. It was sliding back and forth quicker and harder. My legs were quivering giving me away. I hated my body for allowing him to think I was enjoying this. He laughed at me. Never in my life had I felt so ashamed. My eyes shut firmly as his finger pushed my panties to the side. This was getting serious now. I felt compelled to tell him a secret I had kept with me up to this point but I didn’t know how it would do me any good. His finger found my clit and began to rub it softly. I was conflicted with pleasure and fear as he continued. I was coming but I couldn’t let him know it. I tried my best to stay quiet and poised but my body was convulsing as I felt it coming on. He suddenly stopped. I was angry with him for denying me what I had felt most awful about. I was angry at myself for being angry with him over this matter.
He released the belt that bound me. Was he letting me go? …… Nope. He turned me around and went on the other side of the tree pulling my arms back and pulling the belt once more around my wrists. My shoulders ached at the unnatural position they were in. He came back around and examined my body once more. I could only stare at him with the most hate filled expression I could give. He tried to kiss my mouth but I moved my head to the side to deny him. He grabbed my face firmly and pressed his mouth to mine and forced his tongue to the back of my throat. I nearly gagged on him as he plunged his tongue in. He withdrew his mouth and kissed my neck again. His kisses and nips descended down my body until he reached my shorts once more. I looked down at him questioning what he was going to do next. I knew what he had in mind of course. I just didn’t want to believe it. He pulled my shorts down to my ankles and threw them off into the bushes. He lowered himself to his knees and looked at my panties with a twisted grin. He spread my legs apart and pushed his way between them. Then he pulled the fabric to the side and kissed my pussy deeply. I flinched as his tongue moved along the outside of my opening. He stopped again and stood up facing me. He moved to kiss my lips again but I refused him again. The thought of him kissing me after he had just gone down on me repulsed me but once again he held my face and forced me to taste my own cum on his tongue.
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