“Oh yeah.”
She was so tight I was almost ready to give up, but with one final burst of strength I felt something give way and the head of my cock began to slip inside her. I couldn’t help but groan with the sheer perfection of it, if sex was like this every time I probably never would have done anything else in my life.
“Ow! Ow! Stop! Ow ow ow! It hurts, stop!”
“You’re doing so good, baby, so good… shhhhh”
I muffled her protests with a kiss, and kept pushing until I felt her hymen against the tip of my cock, then I pulled back to lock eyes with her. I wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other around her tiny waist, holding her in place for what was about to happen.
Never taking my eyes from her, making sure she was still looking right at me, I powered my cock through her hymen like it was nothing and heard my balls slap against her ass an instant before she screamed in surprise and pain.
“Oh my God! Ow! Stop! What are you doing? You weren’t supposed to do that!”
“Too late now, Lucy, you might as well enjoy the ride. I sure as fuck will.”
Lucy didn’t have anywhere near the strength required to fend me off as I began jack-hammering into her as if she was a seasoned veteran of getting fucked instead of the virgin she was in reality. Like countless girls who had become women before her though, the burning pain soon became burning pleasure and her squeals and yelps took on a different tone, even if her protests never ceased.
Eventually, I got sick of her complaints though and decided to get her onside. Slowing to a gentle, hell an almost romantic, pace I grabbed her by the chin and ran one finger across her lips, making sure she was facing me again.
“Hey, you still want me to cum in your mouth?”
“No!”
“You want me to cum in your pussy then? That’d be a shame wouldn’t it? You know, if you play nice, I’m still going to let your future husband be the first one to blow his load in this tight little slit of yours. If not, well, that’s mine too. What do you say Lucy?”
The recently-deflowered virgin, squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them with desperation.
“How do I… play nice?”
“Do exactly what I say, when I say it and you will get to taste all my cum on that pretty tongue of yours.”
Lucy gulped. “O… OK.”
“First thing’s first. Beg for it. Say ‘please cum in my mouth’.”
“P-please c-cum in my mouth.”
“Fuck yeah. Say it again.”
“Please c-cum in my mouth.”
“Keep saying it, over and over again.”
I regained the most firm grip I could on her and began fucking her as hard as possible again. Listening to this innocent little girl saying that filthy sentence as she squealed and moaned was music to my ears, the perfect soundtrack to impregnate her to.
Then I thought of something even better. Pausing for a moment, I whispered in her ear.
“Say ‘fuck me hard, Daddy’.”
“Wh-aat?” she panted.
“Say it god damn you! You want a load of semen in your pussy or what?”
“F-fuck me hard… Daddy.”
“Again, and louder, yell it like you mean it!”
“Fuck me hard, Daddy!” she screamed.
“Keep going!”
As per her request, I fucked her with all my might until I was sure the car was slowly being bounced and shunted into the middle of the road. With my cock gripped in an impossibly snug teen slit, I knew I couldn’t last much longer.
I was on the borders of my orgasm when Lucy lost all ability to talk and her begging degenerated into incoherent moans of pleasure as she came again while being repeatedly impaled on my hard length. Slowing down and pushing my upper body on to my hands, creating some space between us, I watched as I let her have her climax.
If I wanted to last until she was finished, I had little choice but to slow down. Her already perfect pussy convulsed around my shaft as I thrust and if I had maintained full speed, I’d be cumming too for sure. But I wanted her to be fully aware of what I was doing when I did it.
“Oh my God…” she breathed.
“Did that feel good, slut?” I asked.
“Yes…”
“Are you mine?”
“All… yours.”
Whether she had liked being called a slut or just not registered the fact was irrelevant to me. It was time to truly claim her. I picked up my pace again and when I felt my orgasm coming, I didn’t stop, I let pulse after pulse of creamy semen flood her most intimate depths.
As soon as Lucy felt all that hot sperm splashing inside her, she began struggling again, but I held her down and she was so exhausted that she didn’t fight for long. I came like I hadn’t cum in twenty years, a copious volume of semen jetting out with every thrust until I thought I was going to black out from the sheer pleasure of it all.
Finally, I collapsed on the well-abused teen and we caught our breath together in silence. When I had recovered enough, I raised my head to look at her and found the black-haired beauty staring thoughtfully into the distance.
I kissed her to bring her back to the here and now, seeing her eyes regain focus.
“Now you really are all mine, Lucy,” I said.
“Am I… your girlfriend now?” she asked.
The question caught me by surprise and I briefly struggled to bring my eyebrows back down to a respectable height above my eyes before responding.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether you understand how a girlfriend should act. That means you keep on doing exactly what I say, and you tell me exactly what I want to hear.”
“I… I will.”
I reached down and scooped up some of our combined juices that were leaking out around my still-hard shaft and then pressed my fingers into her mouth, letting her taste us.
“Say ‘I’m all yours, Daddy’”
“I’m all yours, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
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I was a Billionaire Wereteen 2: Taking Jennifer
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What would you do if you had the power?
I am Mitchell Landon, unrelenting, unstoppable, a billionaire with a strangle-hold on the world. Feared by my enemies, envied by most, I thought I knew everything. However, when I turned thirty-eight I received a letter telling me something about my genetic inheritance that I found hard to believe. Not so hard to believe that I didn't clear my schedule around the next full moon though.
Now, every lunar cycle, I prey on the next generation of naïve little beauties. Walking the earth as an irresistible young man, I look just like one of their peers, but I'm not. I have a lifetime of experience of taking advantage of women more wary than them. These ones? So inexperienced, so innocent... they don't stand a chance.
Oh, I always start off so sweet and gentle... but when I get them alone, when their bodies start betraying them... I take everything I want, as hard as I want. They are mine.
When I spotted my wife's eldest, Lucy, at a party, I knew my next target was going to be even more taboo than usual and after touching heaven like that, I knew I had to have my way with the other three. Jenni
fer is next, and I know exactly how to play her.
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Pseudo-Incest, Age-Shifter, Paranormal, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Billionaire, Breeding, Rough Sex, Schoolgirl
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*****
It may have been Jennifer who was celebrating her eighteenth birthday, but it was me who was going to get the best present of all. All I wanted was her virginity on a silver platter and I knew exactly how to get it.
Almost two years had passed since that fateful day when I received the letter from my deceased father explaining how I was a wereteen. Every full moon I would shift from my regular body back to the muscular form of a young man who looked to be around eighteen or nineteen.
Since that day, I’d been making appearances at colleges and schools, forcing myself into the position of alpha male of any community I found with enough beautiful young women, and then taking advantage of the most untouchable princesses you could possibly imagine. I ruined them, I made them mine.
My lifetime of experience had turned me into a ruthless businessman, a billionaire by a combination of inheritance and bold moves. I’d fucked the living daylights out of countless beautiful women by the time I received the best part of my family legacy, this gift of age shifting.
All that cunning, all that money, all that single-minded determination packed into an irresistible and innocent-looking guy that looked no wiser than any other recent high school graduate or college freshman? These girls didn’t stand a chance.
Every month was like a feeding frenzy of tight young pussy for me, but last year I had found my favourite food. My wife, Yana, had four daughters. Lucy, Jennifer, and the twins Lily and Madeline, were the products of relations with three different men, and with Yana’s own beauty, these girls had certainly won the genetics lottery in terms of looks.
Yana was a world-weary woman and, in my opinion, over-protected her daughters. Under her rules they lived an extremely sheltered existence.
The goal was to ‘keep them safe’ of course, but all it really did was make them even more naïve and gullible than the average teen when they came of age. They were so fucking innocent, so ready to believe that the cute boy who said all those sweet things really was Prince Charming riding in on his white horse to take them back to his castle where they would live happily ever after, worshipped day and night for all time.
It gave them a special spark in their eye. It was just the way I liked them. There was never, and there will never be, anything sweeter than seeing a girl like that get broken in for the first time, watching as her dreams of making love in the candlelight get replaced by the harsh realities of getting her virginity fucked away, and fucked away hard, by a guy with a big dick who only wants to use her body for his own pleasure.
Nothing on earth could compare to seeing them realise that their own bodies could and would betray them for its own lusty animal needs, to humiliate them and push them so far beyond their boundaries that said boundaries might as well be the punch lines for jokes. The more clueless, the more starry-eyed, they were, the better as far as I was concerned.
Yana’s daughters, the Burbank girls, had this quality in bigger quantities than any other girl I had ever seen or heard of, and that was saying a lot. I was there to pounce on Lucy the instant she came of age, to claim her as my own for all time, and she was the best fuck of my life. I was going to take everything the other three had to offer too, and Jennifer was next.
Since deflowering and impregnating Lucy, I’d always known that my life wouldn’t be complete unless I did the same to the other three, so I began preparations almost immediately. Calling in some favours from contacts I knew in the glossy magazine industry, I set up some guaranteed spots for previously unknown models.
Up-and-coming models would sprint over the corpses of the last eight generations of their ancestors for exposure like this. The prestige of being featured in the most exclusive magazines was enough to set a girl, who was otherwise destined to a life of hardcore porn, on the path to becoming a millionaire supermodel.
The paths that these girls’ lives could take literally walked that fine line. With make-up and computer wizardry these days, any pretty girl could be made to have the right look, but recognisability, and momentum, mattered far more.
A few months before Jennifer’s eighteenth birthday, I approached several of her classmates, posing as a photographer and selling them dreams of becoming the next big thing in modelling. Several of them agreed to let me take some photos.
I was on my best behaviour with them, taking the most respectful and artsy pictures you could hope for, in a clearly expensive photo studio with all the right props to give it all an air of legitimacy. Over half of them begged me to fuck them.
Although it pained my heart to do so, I managed to resist for the sake of playing the long game. I took all my frustrations out on some sorority girls the next city over, leaving a few of them with little presents that would keep on giving for the next eighteen years.
Well, some of the girls’ photos ended up printed in prestigious magazines nationally and internationally. How about that? Two of them got huge modelling contracts.
Well, word spread throughout Jennifer’s school about the next time I was due in town and when I parked my car on the side of the street along the route I knew Jennifer walked, I was practically mobbed by barely legal girls willing to do anything for me. This was going to play to my advantage.
Just as I had hoped, Jennifer had at the very least stopped to see what all the fuss was about. I pretended to spot her randomly and made a point of wading through the sea of eager girls to get to her.
“Hi there, what’s your name?” I asked.
“Me? Uh… Jennifer.”
“Jennifer, that’s a nice name. I’m Kevin Mercer, maybe you’ve heard of me?”
“Yeah, you took those photos of Lisa and Tiffany, right?”
“That’s right. Are you a model already?”
“Er… no.”
“Would you like to be?”
“I saw those pictures. They looked so good, but I don’t look like that.”
“No, you look better.”
A gasp of amazement rippled through the crowd and Jennifer blushed. I’d always had a suspicion that my wife’s sheltering of her daughters had led to a certain amount of isolation from their peers. Jennifer’s apparent low self-esteem and the reaction from the girls around us pretty much confirmed it.
Any girl with Jennifer’s looks and body who was allowed to go out and make friends, be part of the social hierarchy, would soon find themselves somewhere near the top of that little pyramid. Instead, Jennifer spent her time in the seclusion of the swimming pool, training hard. Sadly for her, although all the exercise made her athletic and lean, she just seemed too top heavy to my eye to really make it as a high-level swimmer. She’d make a great swimsuit model though.
“Me?” she said, in disbelief.
“Oh yeah, you’ve got just the look that’s in demand right now. I think if we strike while the iron is hot, we can get you a head start in this business.”
“I don’t know if I want to be a model… I’m trying to make the national team for swimming, I might not have time.”
“I don’t see why you can’t do both. Hell, a model-athelete would probably find it a hell of a lot easier to get sponsorship, and I don’t see why it would need to interfere with your training. C’mon, Jennifer, why don’t we get started?”
“What? Now?”
“Yep. I had a cancellation and I need the world’s next top model to take the slot back at my studio.”
“What about me?” some random blonde girl interrupted. “Jennifer Burbank is just a geek. I’ll be really good to work with, I promise. I’m really good at following instructions.”
The unspoken hints this girl was dropping were pretty blatant, but I’d looked forward to g
etting Jennifer on my cock for a full year now and I wasn’t about to get distracted by anybody else.
“When this so-called ‘geek’ is on the cover of ‘Fashoniste’ I don’t think you’d dare take that tone with her.”
Jennifer looked at me like I’d slayed a dragon, so happy she might burst. “OK! I’ll come!”
Yes you will, I thought and gestured through the crowd towards my car. Jennifer adjusted her school bag on her back with a little ‘so-there’ look towards Random Blonde and headed towards the passenger side. I stepped after Jennifer, then paused and looked back at the chastised schoolgirl, handing her my card.
“Here. Call me tomorrow.”
“Thanks!”
I was going to fuck her asshole raw, but for now, I had to keep my eyes on the prize, and the prize was my wife’s middle-child, Jennifer. Circling round, I hopped in the driver seat and wound down the windows so she could feel the wind in her hair, like she really was being carried off into the sunset by her hero as the crowd of peasants looked on and clapped.
*****
Jennifer’s jaw practically hit the floor when she saw my studio. I had several different areas set up, one with a green-screen backdrop so the model could be superimposed on any background using computers, one made to look like a classy bar, and the last one, which I was sure was going to be my favourite, with a mock-up of a bedroom complete with bed.
I directed Jennifer towards the green-screen set and she stood there awkwardly, hugging her backpack to her chest and biting on a fingernail.
“What do I do now?” she asked.
“Oh… I forgot you’re not a professional. Honestly Jennifer, you’re so pretty I’m dumbfounded that some agency hasn’t scouted you out already. Just throw your bag down over there and we’ll take a few shots in your uniform. We’ll have to edit out the school crest for legal reasons, but the style itself is pretty hot.”
“My mom says the uniform makes us look like ‘harlots’ but it’s the best school in the city, so that’s where we go, my sisters and I.”
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