Slowly, with a willing body but a still reluctant mind, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him harder against me. Pleasure won against fear and apprehension.
Mr. Bertram sat up, kneeling on the bed, pulling my ass off the mattress because of the grip I had with my legs, and moved his hand from my hair to my throat, holding me firmly, but not quite to the point of interfering with my breathing. With just enough pressure to make sure I knew he was in control he, almost delicately, grabbed the top button of my pyjama top between his finger and thumb tugging at it until I felt the cotton holding it on snap.
The werebear flicked the button to the floor and snapped off the next button, repeating the motion one by one until a strip of bare skin from my neck, between my breasts and down to below my belly button was exposed. In my chest I could feel my heart thumping as if it was trying to make good it’s escape while I watched my English teacher’s face, trying to read it as he slowly pushed each side of my pyjama top aside to reveal my teen tits to his eyes for the first time.
“Am I… pretty?” I asked.
As soon as I spoke, a fierce blush blossomed on my face. He’d already seen right though my token reluctance, but this was complete capitulation. I’d tried to fight him off… but what I really wanted was reassurance that the powerful, and infinitely more experienced, man between my legs thought I was attractive.
“You’re the hottest little fuck I’ve seen in a long time, Erica. Don’t think I’m going to hold back because you’re a virgin, either. I’m going to fuck you all the harder because of it, so you know what you were born to do.”
My English teacher bent down to take one of my nipples in his mouth, and I gasped when he sucked it past his lips and flicked his tongue over my sensitive pink tip. Leaving one hand absent-mindedly stroking his bare chest and stomach, I moved my other one to the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair as his lips and tongue made me squirm deliciously.
Each of my nipples were given special attention until Mr. Bertram began to sit up, pulling my breast into a peak, before it slipped from his mouth with a wet sucking sound and went back to its normal perky shape. His hands moved from my neck and shoulders downwards, pausing to squeeze my tits hard enough to make me suck a breath in and arch my back against his grasp.
“I’m going to taste you before I ruin you,” said Mr. Bertram, sliding his hands around my hips to grip the waistband of my pyjama bottoms and pull them down over my ass.
I had to unwrap my legs from around him and point them straight up to let him take the bottom half of my nightwear off, which he did with a similar slow deliberation as he had with my buttons. Mr. Bertram stood and pulled me towards the bottom of the bed by my ankles after throwing my clothing to the side.
Kneeling down and pushing on my knees at the same time, he spread my legs before him as if making a grand entrance through a set of double-doors. A lifetime of guarding the very core of my sexuality made me instinctively try to keep my legs closed, but he was simply too strong and he forced me wide open as easily as if I had been completely limp.
The werebear breathed in deeply and let out a long sigh of satisfaction. “Mmmm. You virgins.”
He said no more, as if that said it all, and began kissing his way up my right thigh, licking and nibbling at my skin until I was torn between being teased and being aroused. By the time I felt his hot breath on my slit I was practically hyperventilating.
Mr. Bertram’s tongue snaked out and gave me one long, hard, lick right from the bottom to the top, finishing with a little flick on my clit that added a squealish quality to my moaning. Under my panting and eager sounds I heard my English teacher ‘mmm-ing’ in satisfaction before exploring me further, his wet muscle caressing my labia and delving deep to extract the nectar that his presence always made flow.
Back in English class, just having him near had made me exactly as wet as he’d said. Having the sexiest man I’d ever seen in real life licking my pussy turned my slit into a tiny river of natural lubricant.
Some intense feeling sort of akin to an itch being scratched began growing and humming in my stomach, fuelled by every enthusiastic lick on my pussy. The sensation was sent into overdrive when Mr. Bertram began concentrating his efforts on my clit, only delving down to my sopping wet entrance every few seconds to spread my juices all over my sex and sample my flavour for himself.
Nick had never done anything like this for me before, and the hotter I got the more I thrashed around, I couldn’t help it. Mr. Bertram had to hold on tight, but he was strong enough that no matter what I did, where my hips bucked or twisted, his tongue stayed on my pussy, flicking at what felt like super-human speed until that humming ball of potential in my stomach was built up to critical mass.
When my climax hit me, I felt like I was going to blast off into space, but I was firmly anchored to the bed by the iron grip of the powerful werebear, who never let up his assault on my sex, throwing gasoline on my fire even though my orgasm was already exploding. There was no escape from the pleasure, even if I had wanted to. I was a slave to the bliss.
When the blood rushing in my ears died down to a dull thump, and I looked out at Mr. Bertram from half-closed eyes, I saw him stand up, shrug off his shirt and then tear off his jeans piece by piece as if they were made of paper instead of denim. When I caught sight of exactly what was responsible for the bulge that had teased me so much, my eyes widened again.
I struggled to sit up, fighting with quivering post-orgasm muscles that wanted nothing more than to bask in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm of my life. However, Mr. Bertram was already lowering himself back on to the bed, and I had to try to reason with him. There was no way a cock that big was going to fit inside my virgin tunnel.
“M-Mr. Bertram? I don’t think…”
“That’s right, Erica. Don’t think, just fuck. I’ve heard all the protests before, but I always get it in. You’re wetter than all of them combined, and I’m going to take what is mine.”
With that, he flipped me over on to my stomach as if I weighed nothing and then pulled my hips up until my virginity was presented to him just where he wanted it to be. I pushed up on my hands as I felt the mattress shift under me when Mr. Bertram put his weight on it.
I didn’t manage to fully extend my arms before I felt his hand on the back of my neck, buried in my hair, forcing my head back down against the mattress. I felt the hot and hard underside of his cock brushing against my asshole as he leaned over me and spoke in a low and harsh tone.
“Face down, ass up,” he said.
Never relenting with his downward pressure on the back of my neck, keeping me just where he wanted me, I felt him pull his hips back and a moment later, the fat head of his cock was circling around my pristine pussy. In contrast with the grip he had on my neck, this first contact with his manhood was almost gentle, the very tip lightly brushed along the length of my labia, slowly getting more and more of my juices on it until he was rubbing it up and down the full length of my slit, well slickened and feeling every bit as wet as his tongue had on my sensitive teen flesh.
The bottom of every stroke rubbed my clit pleasurably and made my muscles twitch, pushing my sex back at him as if trying to impale myself on that formidable weapon. By the time he'd repeated this motion several times I was almost wild with lust and the desperation to feel him inside me was providing plausible competition against the fear of his size.
When he started pushing forward against my entrance, however, the fear got one hell of a boost. My pussy lips were pushed to the side and then began the mammoth task of stretching to accommodate his girth, they were soon pushed to what I would have thought were there limits, and the head of that majestic specimen wasn't even inside me yet.
I let out a sound somewhere between a grunt and a clench-jawed squeal and tried to move forward, away from the huge masculine invader, but Mr. Bertram held me still by the neck, keeping me in that pussy-presenting position as the pressure steadily increase
d. The werebear relentlessly forced his way inside my virgin slit until I thought something was going to break, my pussy was an absolute ring of fire.
All at once I felt a slight relief on the pressure in my entrance, but that fire started spreading deeper inside of me. I realised that I'd accepted the tip of his cock and now he was sliding his thick rod into my depths.
Mr. Bertram paused for a moment when he felt my hymen, and then with a purposeful snap of the hips he pushed through the evidence of my purity almost disdainfully, claiming my pussy, my entire body, as his own. A single tear escaped one eye and I whimpered with the effort of taking such a big cock on my first time. I'd never dreamed of feeling so full, and I had no way of knowing how much more he had to give me.
Inch after inch of hard dick slid inside my depths until I felt the tip of his cock brush against what must have been my cervix at the same moment that his pelvis came to rest against my ass. I panted with the exertion and relief, but only for a moment, before I felt my English teacher's open palm come down on my ass cheek with a resounding slap.
Smack!
"Ow!"
With nowhere to escape to, I only felt his cock pushed against my cervix harder when I flinched from the spanking before he started pulling out again. Just when I felt that bumpy ridge of his cock stretching my opening again, Mr. Bertram leaned forward and slammed his full length home, producing a slapping sound when our bodies met that was almost as loud as the spank.
"Uh!" I grunted. “Oh fuck..."
"See, Erica? My little fucktoy waiting to happen. Perfect fit."
Smack!
Mr. Bertram's second spank came down on what must have been the exact handprint of the first one, stinging all the more because of it. When he began sawing that huge cock in and out of my virgin pussy though, the spanks were only a mild distraction from the cacophony of sensations his manhood was pounding into me.
I'd never imagined that something could hurt so much and yet feel so good at the same time. My world had been black and white, pain was bad and pleasure was good... but what was this?
As the werebear built up to a fast and powerful pace, the lines between pleasure and pain were blurred more and more. My pussy was burning up with the friction of his fucking, no matter how wet I was, but it felt amazingly satisfying too, like scratching an itch with a blowtorch.
Every time he bottomed out inside me, the force of our bodies meeting shook the whole bed and forced a puff of air out of my mouth that came in the form of a short sharp moan. Keeping a hold of my neck, making sure I stayed exactly where he wanted me, his free hand came down time and again on my increasingly sensitive ass cheek, until that pain was all part of the confusing cocktail of sensation as well.
I was in complete sensory overload. Mr. Bertram's thick cock was the centre of my entire universe, stroking the full length of my tightness with every deep thrust inside me, touching me where even I had never explored. Every spank seemed to bring me up a level, to push me inevitably towards that wonderful cliff as his tongue had several minutes ago.
Smack!
"Mmmmm!"
"Fuck yeah. You like being my little slut?"
I'd never been spoken to the way he spoke to me, never been put in a situation of such iron-clad subservience. Truth be told, I'd never imagined wanting to feel this way so much. To be fucked by him, to do exactly what he wanted. That was my perfect place in the world. That was doing what I was born to do, just like he said.
"Y-yes... sir," I panted out between body-shaking thrusts.
"Time to cum again, Erica. Cum on my cock."
Smack!
With that last open-palmed strike on my ass, I felt my body give over to the sweet release of another orgasm, almost as if it had been waiting for Mr. Bertram's permission to do so. I turned my head forwards and let him force it face-down into the mattress as my pussy clenched on his cock, shutting my eyes against the bursts of multi-coloured light that exploded in front of me.
Floating in the middle of that fireworks display, lost in an ecstasy-filled blackness between those explosions of colour, I almost felt like I'd transcended the physical world. I was nothing but a spirit of pleasure, pulsating with bliss every time the powerful werebear slammed his cock home in what had been my material body.
When I started to feel a little bit more attached to myself again, I felt my head loll backwards as Mr. Bertram rolled me over, picked me up and stood with me still impaled on his hard length before pushing me against the wall and continuing to fuck me hard. My entire body weight met each of his thrusts, as he pushed himself as deep as ever inside of me, with the wall feeling rough on my back every time I bounced up and down.
Moving one hand to grip my jaw and slipping a finger inside my mouth, he held my gaze firmly, making me stare right into his eyes as his other hand moved to support my weight slightly under my ass. As if he had been waiting to make sure I had his full attention, I saw his lip pull back in a silent snarl at the same moment I felt the first splash of his hot cum inside me.
My legs kicked weakly in an instinctive response, trying to act upon a lifetime of having the merits of safe sex preached to me, but my feet only waved ineffectually in the air a little bit, having nothing to push against. Every thrust make his cock twitch and spurt more of his seed in my fertile depths and still he held my eyes, like he wanted me to know that he hadn't just been caught up in the moment, he was cumming inside me because that's exactly what he wanted to do. I wasn't just his virgin fucktoy, I was... what? Breeding stock?
Somehow, that seemed like far from the worst thing in the world. For having such a majestic cock, for fucking me so hard, it felt like I owed him my body, it was his to do with as he pleased. He was the master of this situation, of all situations.
"Yes..." I whispered.
*****
I was back at our campsite before anybody had recovered from their drunken stupor. Nick was somewhat dumfounded when he woke up to learn that alcohol had made him completely forget 'our' first time having sex. He was also apologetic about it, especially when I told him that he had refused to wear a condom.
Still, once he had recovered, I made sure he remembered our 'second' time. Although graduation and the summer were a, shall we say, interesting time, I was so happy to have Nick stand by me when I had to have an awkward conversation with my parents.
"Hey, Mom. Dad. Faymeadow seems like it might be a really nice place to raise a family... you know?"
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The Non-Withdrawal Method 1
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“I might not be able to talk him into being gentle for my first time.”
When inexperienced brat Amanda's boyfriend cheats on her the night she was going to let him be her first she leaves the party in tears. Arriving home to find Harley, the man of the house there, she confides in him about what happened. He's only too happy to give Amanda her special night, but if it happens, it's going to happen the way he wants it.
Harley is almost too big and takes Amanda hard, but when she notices he isn't using protection she has one last request...
"Will you pull out?"
But Harley has other plans...
Kinks/Sub-Genres
Pseudo-Incest,
Breeding, Rough Sex, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Virgin, Schoolgirl
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*****
It was supposed to happen tonight. I’d planned it all, right down to the lingerie I was going to wear when Conor took my virginity. I had the condoms ready, the lubricant, I’d even moved the mirror in my room so he could watch himself fucking me for the first time.
I’d pulled out all the stops for him, I’d even been to the beautician and had a full Brazilian. I wanted it to be as perfect for him as it was for me. After all, I’d made him wait for a long time even though he was the hottest guy in school, it was only fair, right?
We were going to meet at Becky’s end-of-school party, socialise for a bit, and then go back to my place because my parents, my mom and step-dad, were out for a week. I should have known something was up when he didn’t answer his phone or texts when I was on my way.
I arrived and the party was already in full swing, loud music, drunk teens everywhere. Nobody seemed to know where Conor was, some of them looked pretty uncomfortable when I asked. That was another clue that something was up.
Clues or not, nothing could have prepared me for when I opened the door to that bedroom and saw him literally balls-deep in Becky. My world kind of fell apart at that moment and we had the most surreal argument imaginable, while the hostess with the mostest watched and he stood there with a rock hard dick wearing nothing but socks trying to calm me down.
When he finally got it through his head that there really was no calming me down under the circumstances, the real Conor finally came out. He’d been fucking other girls behind my back for a long time now, ever since the night he first said I was his ‘one and only’ apparently.
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