Buried Alive - an Erotic Survival

My days working in the tech call center in Madrid were some of the most boring days of my life.

Sure, the job paid well enough, but I had been used to starring in porn films for twenty years before I had that job, so getting to work every morning and being cooped up in a cubicle for eight hours a day had really challenged me.

Most of the people I worked with didn't speak English, which made things worse. I felt much more isolated not having anyone to chat with between taking calls from technicians.

The company was an American firm, and had a lot of imported American technicians who needed at least one English speaking tech support person, so they had hired me.

Originally, I had come to Spain to work at a porn website that specialized in Bukkakes. Besides having a very large penis, I also tended to ejaculate an obscene amount of sperm. If I hadn't gained so much weight and gone bald in recent years I would probably still be a star in the LA porn scene back home.

Unfortunately, having made enemies with almost every porn producer in America, due to my complaints at low pay, and because my penis was considered too large to work with by many young porn actresses, work in American porn had become rare for me and I couldn't support myself.

The bukkake company I worked for had lured me to Madrid with promises of side jobs. Their steady work couldn't pay enough to support me, either.

All I had was one or two scenes a week where I was required to blow a load on a girl's face or in her mouth so she could swallow it, along with about a hundred other dudes. Unlike the hundreds of extras, men who practically worked for free trying to break into paid porn actor status, they would pay me and several other "porn stars" who contracted for them between fifty and two hundred and fifty per load, depending on how big our loads had looked on camera.

My semen output had always earned the top award of two hundred and fifty, and I had received a few bonuses for having such large loads they had nearly made a few girls puke, but even when I got two scenes a week, which was rare, it had not been enough to live on.

Saving up my cum for those scenes was always a chore. It takes work to produce huge ejaculations. Sleep, exercise, good nutrition and staying well hydrated all contributed to a giant load on a porn actresses face or in her tummy. And abstaining from both sex and masturbation was another huge part of that equation.

Still, in my personal life, I enjoyed watching beautiful women, even though I never bothered to flirt.

Several gorgeous females worked at my day job, but the prettiest of all worked at the reception desk, only about four cubicles in front of mine.

Through a space in the cubicles, I could sometimes see her spectacular ass appear, usually wrapped up in bright colored fabric for optimal viewing, either in a tight, hip hugging short skirt or a tight pair of slacks.

That girl had a fantastic body and she knew how to display it.

Her name was Sylvia Garcia. She was a light skinned Hispanic with big, dramatically piercing blue eyes and long, bleached, blonde hair. Her dark eyebrows contrasted with both her incredibly blue eyes and her long blonde hair, but they only seemed to make her more beautiful.

It takes a stunning beauty to primp herself up with all that makeup, fake nails, hair color and glitter, yet still come off as fresh and natural.

Sylvia was that stunning beauty.

She looked young, too, maybe twenty four at most, and she spoke English well, but in a thick Spanish accent.

We never spoke to each other, mainly because I was thirty years older, chubby and balding, but I never could keep my eyes off her big tits, slim waist and bodacious ass.

Beyond picturing her as a recipient of my huge loads whenever I worked, the young and hot Sylvia and I were destined to remain apart forever.

Then the earthquake hit Madrid, and our building collapsed.

The fall through eight stories of rubble, concrete and office furniture had been one of the most terrifying things I had ever experienced.

When the disorienting plummet finally ended, I wasn't dead, and it seemed I hadn't even been injured. As the realization came to me that I was still alive and unhurt, I tried to move, but discovered I was trapped.

Buried in rubble, office furniture and cubicle panels, I could barely see anything at all.

Some woman was groaning somewhere close in front of me, but I was more concerned with trying to squirm free. Being buried alive is the most frightening thing I could have ever imagined and I was on the verge of panicking.

My left foot and arm were free, but my right side was almost completely trapped between large sections of flooring and a wall.

As I squirmed and blinked my eyes, I could barely make out my enclosed surroundings. There wasn't much light, but it wasn't completely dark either.

Suddenly, the female nearby who had been groaning shouted, "Aiuda! Aiuuuudaaah!" Then she paused and yelled, "Help!"

It was Sylvia Garcia's voice. I could tell by the sound and the accent, despite the panic in her tone.

I blinked my eyes. She was right in front of me, but remained just a shadow moving in the dark down near my hips.

"Sylvia," I said, "I'm right here, behind you. It's me Michael."

"Michael? The big American? Oh, thank God!" she cried. "I'm stuck. Can you help me get out?"

"No. I'm stuck, too."

"Dios mio! Io no qierro morire!" she shrieked, which from my terrible grasp of Spanish meant she didn't want to die.

She had become hysterical, and began sobbing so hard between gasps for air that she sounded like a toddler having a fit.

"It's okay," I shouted, reaching down with my free left hand. I found her hip and thigh, right above and in front of my pelvis. "You're going to be okay," I said, "You just need to calm down! Just breathe, Sylvia! It's alright, Sweetheart."

She kept sobbing, her wailing cries interrupting her breathing and her loud breathing interrupting her sobs.

I let her get it out for a while, hell, I felt like crying, too, but she went on crying for a very long time. Finally, after several minutes of hearing this hysterical weeping in the darkness, I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Stop crying, damn it!" I shouted, slapping her upper thigh very hard. "Stop it right now!" I slapped her again, so hard that it actually stung my hand.

She jerked in pain and let out a yelp, then cried louder.

I hit her three more times, until she screamed, "Aaaayeee! That huurtssss, Signor! Please... stop... hitting me!"

"I'm sorry," I said, rubbing her hip where I had hit her. "But please... stop your screaming and crying. You are going to be fine, Sylvia. We are both going to be fine. Just try to relax and breathe, Sweety. Please." I continued rubbing her hip where I had smacked it so hard.

She still wept, but it faltered as she took some big, shaky breaths.

After another thirty or forty seconds of her calming down while I rubbed her hip, I said in a soft tone, "Are you hurt at all, Sweetheart? Is any part of your body... in pain?"

Her shaky voice said, "No, Signor," between sniffling and steadier breaths. "I not think so... only... only where you hit me."

"That's good! That's good, Sylvia. We could have been crushed. We are both going to be okay." I chuckled, rubbed her hip affectionately and said, "So sorry, Baby. I just wanted you to stop you from freaking out. We are okay, and we are going to be rescued."

"But, no, Signor Michael. I cannot move. I am stuck!" She started to squirm and strain again. I could hear her starting to cry again, too.

Being buried in debris is not only awkward and uncomfortable, it is actually painful in a way I can't describe, especially if you're fighting against it, and it is absolutely terrifying as hell.

"Don't get scared again, please!" I shouted, giving her hip a reminding little slap, "Or I swear I'll hit you again."

She froze, and cried, "No, Signor. I sorry, Sir. No hit! I stop now."

"Good," I said, rubbing her hip again. "Now just breathe and relax. Please don't try to fight it. Try to... be comfortable... to just let yourself be still... and rest... rest in the rubble with me, Sylvia."

She squirmed for a moment and then she seemed to finally relax more than she ever had. Her legs and hips went limp for the first time.

Once that happened, Sylvia fell back against me. Apparently, relaxing her legs for the first time had caused her body to shift and her ass fell onto my crotch.

Letting out a little yelp of surprise as her ass landed hard against me, she stiffened up her legs again, and pulled her ass up off of my crotch.

I was sort of laying on my back, almost at a forty-five degree angle, and her ass had been hovering a few inches above my lap before it had landed on me. Relaxing caused her ass to fall those few inches.

I peered down into the shadows.

From what I could see in the near total darkness, Sylvia was bent over at the waist with her upper body stretched away from my body at a ninety degree angle, her legs at the same angle as mine and her torso stuck under what looked like an upside down desk.

We were lined up perfectly.

It was akin to a woman bending over so a man could fuck her from behind while they were both standing up, except with both of us tilted backward at that forty five degree angle.

This meant that whenever she relaxed her legs, her ass would end up resting directly on my crotch.

"I so sorry, Signor Michael. I cannot move... just little bit forward... no more than now... but... but I will fall back... onto you again. It so hard... I cannot stay like this. My legs... they... they hurt... they... too tired."

She seemed to be trembling with the strain as she held her ass off of me. Her ass had only moved forward about five inches as she held it away from my crotch, but I knew from the position it would drop onto me again.

Realizing just then that the position we were both trapped in was the perfect ass fucking position, I felt a thrill of excitement and, without any conscious intent, my penis immediately responded to the situation.

My first thought was disbelief. How the hell could I think about sex at a time like this? We were frigging buried alive and quite possibly going to die.

I hadn't masturbated or had a bukkake scene in six days, so that physical response by my cock, after the initial shock of being trapped had worn off - which it nearly had - was probably a normal response, even in this incredibly dire situation.

After all, the sweetest young ass I had ever seen and had been drooling over for the past five months, had, literally, just fallen into my lap. On top of that, the thought of fucking her in her beautiful ass while she was so helpless was an excellent distraction from our looming death.

Swallowing hard and shaking my head, I tried to dispel the evil urge to rip her skirt and panties down with my free hand.

Pulling my hand away, which had been caressing her hip to provide nothing more than comfort, I began talking. "Stay calm, Sylvia. I am sure help is on the way. Yes, we're stuck for now, but we are completely safe. There's light coming through the debris somewhere, so that means we have plenty of air. Try to get comfortable and be patient, Sweetheart. I am sure everything will be fine."

As I talked, her ass fell back against my crotch again and I stopped talking.

My dick was hard as a rock and it had greeted her beautiful ass in a very significant way, a way she immediately noticed.

As she relaxed and her ass landed on the huge bulge in my crotch, she began to say something, but her voice cut off. She had obviously felt that new, very large lump protruding into the crack of her ass cheeks.

Sylvia yanked her butt away again. This time more urgently than the last. "Oh!" she cried, and then she grew very quiet, holding her ass away from my crotch, her legs actually shaking with the strain.

Those legs of hers were fatigued and right on the verge of giving out.

"Sorry," I said, trying to apologize for my erection. "I didn't mean to... you know... for that... to happen."

A few more seconds passed, and then Sylvia's much softer and calmer voice said, "Was that... was that your... your thing... I mean, your... your manhood... Signor Michael?"

"Yes... it was, Sylvia... I am... so sorry."

"But it felt... muchos muy grande, Signor... much too big for... for that... for your... your manhood. Can that really be... your manhood, Signor?"

I chuckled nervously. "Yes, it is my... uh, my manhood. It is... muy grande... and you are not the first woman to think it's... too big... for a penis."

"Dios Mio, Signor. It is much too big! I... I at first thought... it was your fist!"

"No," I said, "That really is... my manhood. It is definitely not my fist."

She remained quiet for a long time and then said in a straining tone, "But I can't... I can't stay off of it... up in this place, Signor Michael. I can't keep my behind away... like this... for so long. I must... fall back... again... soon."

"It's okay, Sylvia. Just try to ignore it. I can't... stop it... from reacting. I am so sorry, Sweetheart."

"It's... it is not... problem for me. I understand... but I must... must fall back down again soon... and rest. I cannot... help it. Please forgive..."

After a few more seconds, she let out a sigh and I felt her ass fall back down onto my crotch. Even through my jeans and her skirt I could feel my hard cock being surrounded on both sides by her soft, huge and amazing ass cheeks.

"Jesus Christ!" I cried, as my cock throbbed hard in the warmth and cushioned softness of her wonderful ass. "Why does it have to be so... so fucking perfectly placed?" I whined in torment. "It's like... in this perfect... ass fucking position! It's ridiculous!"

"Si! Yes, Signor! I know," Sylvia whined. "It really is! Like my behind fell in so naughty a place. I am so sorry, Signor. Please forgive, but I cannot stay up... with my legs pushing... to keep my behind away. Dios Mio! It is much... too much... for me to do so long a time."

She paused talking and she panted loudly, trying to catch her breath. My cock throbbed several times as she rested her ass, pressing it down hard against me, all the weight of her body resting on my cock.

As my cock throbbed again and again it physically lifted Sylvia's ass slightly up in the air with each throb.

After several minutes of this, with both of us focusing all our of our attentions on how she rose and fell with each my throbs, I said, "I am so sorry, Sylvia, but... I need to... to take it out... of my pants."

Sylvia went silent. Even her breathing seemed to stop.

"It's... very large... and when it gets... so hard... like this... my pants... hurt it. Do you understand, Sylvia?"

With a hint of panic in her tone, she said, "No. Madre de Dios! No. I think... that big thing... must keep inside your pantelones, Signor."

"Sorry," I said, "But I have to pull it out. It hurts, Sweetheart."

"No, Signor. Please... you keep inside."

Reaching down with my free hand, I began unbuttoning my jeans. My dick really did hurt.

She felt my fingers fumbling near the top of her ass crack and cried out, "Oh, no! Dios mio! Please, no Michael. Please no take out."

"Sorry." I unzipped, pushing her ass away as I opened the fly. Then wiggling my hips, I pushed my pants and boxers down.

I felt her ass pull away, and I could hear her struggling to keep it as far away as possible, her thighs trembled and shook violently as they strained to keep her ass away from my now naked penis.

My cock felt great, getting its freedom and throbbing mightily as Sylvia's spectacular ass hovered mere inches above it.

Then a very evil thought occurred to me.

"You know what, Sylvia," I said, pushing my cock down at her ass with my hand. The head pressed against the crack of her ass, sliding hard against the satin material of her skirt.

Sylvia yelped in surprise and tried to pull farther away, but failed.

Her ass was only about five inches away. My cock was almost twelve inches long and unusually girthy even for its large size, so five inches away was still more than accessible.

"Dios mio!" she cried, feeling the huge knob of my cock pressing hard into her ass crack.

"We're probably going to die anyway... and there's really nothing you can do about it... soooo, I think I'm going to... fuck you in your beautiful ass. Sorry."

"No! No, Signor Michael! Please do not do that! I have fiance. We get married... next month! Please no fuck me in ass, Signor. Please."

"Sorry," I said, reaching out, finding the belt of her skirt, snaking my fingertips beneath it, clutching it and pulling.

It began slipping off her hip.

"STOP!" she screamed, wriggling around in a futile attempt to resist.

Feeling my fingers hook her panties, too, I yanked down hard and heard fabric rip. Suddenly, the skirt and panties that had been between the head of my cock and the warm recesses of her ass crack vanished.

My skin came into contact with hers, and the silky softness of her hot ass cheeks surrounded the head of my dick.

Sylvia let out a loud shriek and began sobbing again.

"Relax," I said, positioning my cock head where it felt like her anal opening should be. "This should only hurt for like a half hour. Once you fall back again and take the whole thing in your ass... the worst part will be over with."

"Noooo!" she screamed again, "Aiuuuudaaaah!"

I patted her ass, and then pushed the head of my cock into her hot, silky softness. It could not find or open an entrance, no matter how hard I pushed or tried to adjust.

"Please, Signor Michael! Please stop!"

I pulled my cock up and out of her ass crack.

"Gracias!" Sylvia yelled, breathlessly, relaxing and allowing her ass to fall back onto my crotch. She panted, trying to catch her breath from her sobbing and straining.

Her warm and naked ass crack sat pressed hard against the bottom half of my cock, crushing it between her ass cheeks, teasing it something fierce and making it harder than ever.

I spit in my hand, rubbed the slimy saliva on the head of my cock and said, "Oh don't thank me yet, Sweetheart. I ain't even started fucking your ass!"

Pushing her ass cheeks away, I brought the head of my cock down the crack and aimed it where I thought her asshole might be.

"Aiuuuudaaaa!" she howled, trying to wriggle around and lift her ass away again.

I wasn't having much luck. It was like being blindfolded and playing pin the tail on the donkey, but it was push the giant knob into the moving keyhole.

We played this knob and keyhole chase game for a long time. The advantage I eventually found was that when my head got close to finding her asshole, Sylvia would squirm like hell.

This, inadvertently, guided me to its exact location.

I kept spitting in my palm and lubing up the head, then aiming for her sweet spot, hoping for that tight, warm and glorious reward.

After what had to be a half hour of frustration, I finally felt what almost definitely was her asshole against the head of my cock, and Sylvia seemed much too tired by then to squirm away.

She let out a loud, chortling cry of protest as I pressed my thick, bulbous knob into her anal entrance.

Pulling her hip down hard and thrusting my cock up, I felt her sphincter slightly giving way. This bitch was incredibly tight.

Her asshole opened wider.

Sylvia let out an ear piercing shriek, validating my progress. I grit my teeth and pushed harder. Her asshole began stretching very wide open, and the big head of my cock began to enter her asshole.

Suddenly, warmth gushed down my thighs and calves, and the smell of urine invaded my nostrils.

"Are you pissing down my legs?" I asked.

Sylvia only screeched and cried out in anguish in response. She continued pissing on me as I continued to push the head of my cock into her tight butthole.

We struggled against each other, as her piss finally trailed off, with me pushing my cock forward and pulling her hip toward me, while she strained her shaking legs for a last desperate attempt to get her stretching asshole off my invading, girthy cock.

Suddenly, the huge head of my cock broke into her tightly stretched asshole with a sudden muted pop, and Sylvia's whole body jerked.

"Aaaaaayyyyeeee!" she shrieked, heralding the entrance of my girthy log into her butthole.

I felt her trembling and a wet sheen of clammy sweat suddenly coated the skin on her hip, making it slippery in my grasp.

"There you go, Sylvia," I said, "How's that feel?" I slid my cock deeper into her incredibly tight asshole and she cried out in a loud, incoherent whine.

It only went in about five inches due to her straining to keep her ass away from me as far as possible, but all I had to do was wait.

I fucked it with shallow pumps, only half my cock inside of her, as I waited for her ass to drop back down onto me again. It was only a matter of time before her legs gave out again, and this time she would have my huge cock plunging balls deep into her bowels.

After she sobbed for a minute or two more, whining and groaning, she cried, "Please, Signor! Take out! I cannot... much more! I too tired!"

"That's good. Relax. Slide that tight asshole onto my thick fucking cock, you gorgeous, Spanish whore."

Suddenly, she relaxed and her asshole slid down the remaining length of my cock, coming to an abrupt halt, balls deep and fully engorged with my huge, thick penis.

No woman had ever taken my cock in her ass that deep so quickly.

Sylvia howled, sobbing hysterically and her whole body shook with her sobs.

My cock was surrounded, completely engulfed by her tight and glorious, vibrating bowels.

I clutched her sweaty hip and thrust upward as I immediately orgasmed, shooting all the cum I had saved up for seven days deep into Sylvia Garcia's incredibly tight and gorgeous ass.

"Dios mio!" she cried out, still sobbing. "You sperma! Soooo... way way up inside! Oh, my poor, poor culo!"

Her asshole slid back up my shaft as she strained to pull it off of me, but the top half of my cock remained inside of her.

Sylvia grunted loudly, yanking the tight ring of her asshole up and down midway up my shaft as she struggled to extract my cock from inside of her, but continued to fail.

"I can't... get it out!" she whined in frustration.

"Here," I said, pulling my cock the rest of the way out. "Let me help."

Sylvia sighed loudly in relief. Then I pushed the head down a bit and wiggled it against her other hole.

The head pushed its way inside her. This time stretching her pussy open.

"Oh no!" she cried, immediately falling back onto me and taking the full length of my thick cock balls deep into her silky, soft tight pussy.

She let out a loud, gutteral grunt as my cock stretched her vagina open and bottomed out.

"Aaaaaaayyyeeee! Diooooos!" Fighting for breath with fast panting, she cried, "You bro-hoh-hoke... my fucking... pussy!"

I felt another orgasm stirring.

Her pussy felt even better than her asshole.

I began pushing her ass up and pulling it back down, pumping my cock in and out of her tight pussy.

"There you go, Sylvia. Fuck that big cock. Get all that baby batter out of my balls and into your womb. I want a nice Spanish baby in nine moths."

Sylvia grew quiet as I fucked her, not bothering to resist anymore.

The futility of trying to get away had finally seemed to dawn on her.

"I am going to cum in your cunt so fucking hard you're going to taste it."

After several minutes of fucking her I blew another huge load, this time filling up her pussy.

Pulling my spent cock out, I rested, catching my breath. Sylvia seemed to just collapse, resting her naked, seeping holes on my spent cock.

We laid there like that, against each other, but in relative silence for a long time. Sometimes her asshole would twitch and a small amount of semen would leak out and tickle my crotch and balls as it ran down them.

I fell asleep after a few hours and woke several hours later to the sound of Sylvia snoring. My cock got hard pretty fast, feeling the ass and pussy it had ravaged laying pressed against it.

I decided to send it into her asshole again. Sylvia woke up, spouting lots of swear words and angry sounding sentences in Spanish.

I fucked her ass nice and hard for a second time while she complained in Spanish until I filled her bowels full of cum once again. After I pulled my spent cock out of her ass, she forcefully farted several times, spraying my lap with smelled like some mixture of cum and shit.

Then we laid in silence for a few more hours.

Sylvia began squirming, and my cock responded once again. I jerked off until I was nice and hard, ready to deliver her yet another anal pounding.

"Wait, Signor Michael," Sylvia said in a pitifully hoarse voice. "Please not fuck ass again. You too big and ass too small. It very very hurt. Please put big penis in pussy."

"Okay," I said, really not caring which hole I fucked. I slid my cock into her pussy and was surprised to feel it soaking wet inside.

As I fucked Sylvia I felt her slowly fucking back, and smiled to myself. Then I heard her moaning softly until, finally, her whole body quivered and shook in the throes of orgasm.

I happily came inside her as she finished cumming and at that very moment we heard the work crews calling out, searching for buried survivors.

As I pulled my cock out of Sylvia she said, "Please, Signor Michael. Do not tell my fiance what we did."

"I won't," I said, patting her ass cheek in reassurance.

After we called for help and the diggers heard us, telling us they were coming, Sylvia whispered, "Can we meet up sometime... after we are free, Signor?"

"Sure," I said, "But why, Sylvia?"

Sylvia wiggled her ass against my cock. She whispered, "Because... you have... very wonderful penis. And I want it very much.... but we keep secret, yes?"

I chuckled and lifted my hard cock to her vagina. As I entered her again, I said, "Yes, Sylvia. We keep secret."

Then we fucked for a long time as they dug us out of the wreckage.

People who get buried alive like that, I have heard, are usually extremely traumatized. Sylvia and I were extracted from the wreckage after almost twenty six hours, but neither of us were injured beyond a few scrapes and scratches.

The psychologist declared us both fine to go home after less than six hours in the hospital and only three days later we arranged a meeting at a local motel that hadn't sustained any earthquake damage.

The first thing Sylvia did when we were alone together was thank me for making her forget about being buried alive. She had always been horribly claustrophobic and said if it hadn't been for me distracting her by raping her ass with my giant cock she probably would have gone insane with terror.

Then, after I accepted her thanks, she slapped me hard several times across the face for the very same reason.

I took her anger as readily as I had taken her gratitude.

After that we made love all day and long into the night.

We did all the things we had done when we were buried together, along with all the other things our positions had prevented us from doing. Orally pleasuring each other had been the most wonderful experience for both of us. I think that's when we fell in love. Yes, I forced her to swallow my first huge load of cum, but Sylvia not only handled it well, she never even tried to pull away.

After that day and night in the motel, Sylvia broke it off with her fiance and decided to marry me instead.

We now have three kids and live in California.

Every anniversary, just as a reminder of how we met, we bury ourselves under a bunch of mattresses and pillows and engage in very rough sex, especially anal, which Sylvia now seems to thoroughly enjoy.

She says taking my big cock in her ass, even when it hurts, always makes her feel more desired and safer than she has ever felt in her life.

It's amazing what can bring two completely different people together.