The cups of my bra joined my shirt on either side, and Mr. Rawlings made a sound like he’d just taken the first bite of his favourite meal.
“Fuck… ing… beautiful,” he breathed.
I felt a pinch on one of my nipples and looked down to see him tugging on it with his finger and thumb, before releasing and letting my breast snap back to its regular perky shape with a little wobble. Mr. Rawlings went back and forth between my breasts pinching, squeezing, releasing to his heart’s content until my nipples were singing with a sensation that danced on the line between pleasure and pain.
Before I knew it, his lips were wrapped around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth for a playdate with his tongue. If I thought his kisses on my neck were enough to drive me insane with pleasure, this was even more unbearable.
“Oh! Mmmmm!” I moaned.
While his mouth toyed with my nipple, I writhed around as much as my body would let me, which wasn’t much with how dazed I was feeling and with my arms trapped behind my back. I felt his hand trace down my navel and seek out the waistband of my panties again.
This time, he didn’t stop there. His fingertips slipped under and started exploring my soaking wet slit. After only a few seconds he was slick with my sweet juices and started circling one fingertip around my clit.
Nobody had ever touched me there before, and the tingling I felt wherever he touched me was like a spark in a powder keg there. I exploded. Overwhelming euphoria turned the swirling world into a kaleidoscopic hallucination and my whole body shook with the intensity.
Every muscle in my body contracted and released with the waves of pleasure, but nowhere more so than my pussy, which positively fluttered with bliss as if it was trying to massage something that wasn’t even there. The ecstasy forced a tear to run from the corner of my eye, eventually hitting my ear as my first orgasm started to fade away.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His fingers had slipped inside of me at some point while I was… distracted. “And a virgin too. Fuck I’m going to enjoy this. I need to make it last.” Mr. Rawlings seemed to be talking to himself now as I felt the mattress move a little under me.
Mr. Rawlings pulled out my arm nearest to him and I felt him curl my fingers around his thick cock. When my eyes opened a slit, I saw he was kneeling over my face, using my hand to stroke his manhood as he gazed down at me.
I couldn’t tell if he’d used some of my slippery juices to lubricate himself, or something else, but his cock was slick and slid through my hand easily. I was partly terrified, but mostly in awe at the sight and feel of it.
Up close it was so big, my hand didn’t quite fit all the way around it, but he used me anyway, adding a twisting motion at the top of every stroke. His hand gripped harder over mine, which made my grip on his cock tighter. I felt it get even harder under my fingers, proving that the impossible was definitely possible, a moment before he aimed the tip directly at my nose and shot a gigantic load of creamy semen all over my face.
A warm jet of cum hit me across the bridge of the nose and I felt his sperm slowly flowing into my eyes before I closed them. Mr. Rawlings groaned and I felt jet after jet hit my cheeks, my forehead, my mouth, and start flowing back towards my ears and hair.
In sex ed classes in school they never told me that a single human ejaculation would be enough to drown in, but Mr. Rawlings’ orgasm seemed almost never-ending from my perspective. By the time he was done, I didn’t know if there was any exposed skin left on my face. I was covered, dripping, dominated.
“Holy fuck… no girl ever made me cum like that before. You’re very special, Valencia.”
I still couldn’t think, but instincts borne of a lifetime being brought up to be polite kicked in. “Thank you, sir.”
More cum dripped into my mouth when I opened it and I accidentally swallowed some.
Mr. Rawlings chuckled to himself. “I like that. Tell me, thanks for what. Tell me, exactly.”
“Um… thank you for… cumming on my face?”
“You are a good little girl.”
Mr. Rawlings let my cum-soaked hand drop to the bed and moved between my legs. I struggled to get up, but my free arm was weak and my trapped arm might have been completely asleep for all I could tell.
“You’re not going anywhere until I’ve fucked your virginity away, Valencia. You still want that money, right?”
Such a strange question, of course I wanted the scholarship, but what kind of kiss was this?
“Of course, but-”
“Then take what I give you.”
Mr. Rawlings grasped my panties at the hips and tugged them down my thighs, raising my legs and making my feet flick up as he dragged my underwear past my knees. Once my soaked panties cleared my ankles, my legs fell neatly on either side of Mr. Rawlings, my pussy completely exposed to him.
If I had opened my eyes, all I would have seen was an extreme close-up view of semen, but even without that, the world was still turning too fast around me. I felt the much older man’s hands slide up my thighs until his thumbs came to rest on either side of my labia and he spread my pussy.
“Mmmm. Look at you. A virgin with cum all over her face, about to be fucked hard. Heaven on Earth.”
Mr. Rawlings bent down and I felt his tongue delve into my virgin slit before curling upwards and ending with a flick and a kiss on my still-sensitive clit. I squealed in shock and almost opened my eyes.
He shuffled forward and then I felt something that wasn’t a tongue, wasn’t a finger, nudging at my unprotected pussy lips. That thick, that hard, that hot, it could only be his cock.
“Um… please… I don’t think… it’s too big for me, I can’t take it!”
“Fuck yes you can, I don’t care how tight you are, you’re fucking taking it.”
With one hand pressing down on my stomach and the other presumably guiding his hard length, he pushed forward. My pussy lips were pushed aside as he advanced, only made possible by how wet I was. Even so, I was stretched so tight I thought I was going to break.
I whimpered and moaned, tried to use my one free hand to back away, but I went nowhere. Slowly but surely, Mr. Rawlings took what he wanted from me. Eventually, it couldn’t be said he was trying to get his cock in me, he was in me.
The tip of his cock met the token resistance of my hymen and he paused. I went completely still except for my heavy breathing, not wanting to provoke him to go any further.
“Never forget this moment, Valencia, when you gave me your virginity. You are mine forever.”
“N-”
Mr. Rawlings thrust forward enough to break through my barrier and then resumed his slow, inevitable, advance. It had seemed impossibly big when he was using me to stroke his cock, but in my untouched pussy? It just kept on coming and coming.
By the time I felt his balls come to rest on my ass, I was shaking with the effort of accommodating his full thickness. Mr. Rawlings only stopped for a moment, perhaps to admire the view, and then started thrusting back and forth, holding on to my hips to keep me where he wanted me.
Whenever I’d spared a thought to what my first time might be like, I’d had some vague notion of slow, tender, lovemaking. All in soft focus and taking place on cloud of course.
Getting fucked by Mr. David Rawlings was nothing like that. It was raw, hard and fast. He fucked me harder than any girl should be fucked for her first time, let alone by a cock as big as he was wielding.
My pussy was a volcanic eruption of sensation, so much that I couldn’t tell if it was good or bad, just that there was a lot of it. I screamed and squealed under his relentless assault, feeling every impact of our pelvises meeting, every slap of his balls on my ass and the faint wobble of my small breasts.
Every time his hard fucking shook me, a fire started building up in my stomach, fuelled by the tingle of pleasure in my nipples, and every pulse of my clit when he would grind against me. True to his word, he was making it last. I lost all track of time behind my cum-ma
sk, as my supposed-employer used my virginal body for his own pleasure.
Sometimes he was over me, sometimes he leaned back, maybe letting the cameras get a good shot, I didn’t know. All I knew was that he was going to fuck another orgasm right out of me and I’d be about as capable of stopping it as I would be of stopping a train with my bare hands.
“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you? I can tell. Say it!”
“Yes! I’m c…c… uuuhhhhhhhmmmm…”
I lost my mind in another climax, soaring on the heat radiating from my hard-fucked pussy. Mr. Rawlings groaned and I felt his cock twitch inside of me as he unleashed another load of creamy semen into my unprotected depths.
What would the Family Values Foundation say if I got pregnant out of wedlock to a man who could pass as my dad? How had things come to this?
In the midst of my orgasm, I couldn’t think of any answers, only pure bliss, only of the way my pussy had found what it wanted to milk earlier, the way he said I was special, and beautiful and perfect. How could I have denied myself this pleasure for my whole life? I had no answers for that either.
After an eternity, Mr. Rawlings collapsed on top of me and then rolled off to the side, inadvertently freeing my trapped arm in the process. With some struggle, I rolled towards him and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. All I wanted in that moment was to be snuggled, and he seemed happy to oblige.
*****
At first I told myself I came back to Mr. Rawlings house to negotiate the destruction of the video he had made. Instead he forced me to watch it, watch myself begging for his cock, saying how much I wanted the money, and other things I had no recollection saying.
I looked like a pure slut, and somehow he managed to get me in his bed again and make another video. After we rinsed and repeated this process a few times, I had to admit to myself that I wasn’t there for the video… I simply craved his cock and would do anything just to feel it inside of me again.
Thankfully, Mr. Rawlings can’t seem to get enough of me or Laura, and he never did tell the Family Values Foundation about how slutty the girls in my family truly are. So everybody won in the end :)
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Bareback 101
By Eliza DeGaulle
Description
For the best grade possible, she'll do anything her teacher asks, including giving up her fertile body...
When her dog eats her homework and she has nothing to turn in to her professor, Sasha has no idea how she's going to make up the grade. But when Professor Rivera asks her to participate in a very special lesson about reproduction, Sasha will have to bare herself to the class, and experience all the pleasures that this lesson calls for, no matter their messy results.
Kinks/Sub-Genres
Breeding/Impregnation, School/College, Student/Teacher, Exhibitionism
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I had no idea what the mating rituals of a bunch of monkeys had to do with human sexuality. Professor Rivera, though, told us to do some research on it for our college papers, so here I am, just about to polish off an essay on monkey sex, old school style, longhand. Printers were expensive, and I didn’t think I could fit one in my tiny collegiate apartment anyway.
Rubbing my temples, I groaned in pain. Bored, burned out, the quicker I was done with this paper, the quicker I'd get to bed. At least I had Donny here, my golden retriever, with his shaggy coat and snout warming my bare thighs. I only bothered to wear panties and a camisole since I was just around the house, alone. Donny wouldn't judge me for that, only caring about keeping me company, because God knows no one else would.
I wrote out the last few words. Done, done, done. Yes. Awesome. I urged Donny off my knee, taking the report off the table. He was relentless, ever hungry, but I didn't want to take my focus off bonobo bumping for anything, otherwise I'd never get it done. I lead him to the kitchen, dropping my papers on the table, and treated him to something nice, the good stuff. The kind of dog food with all the gravy that looks better than the canned beef stew meant for humans. I poured him a great big bowl of it and let him get to work.
This spring was unusually warm and I noticed the kitchen was stuffy. I went ahead and cracked a window, letting some air in.
With my dog taken care of, there was only me to worry about. I wandered to the bathroom, and started to wash my face, digging through the cabinet for moisturizers. I came across my birth control pills, mostly unused. You have to take them every day around the same time to get the maximum effect. Since I don't do random flings and don't have a boyfriend, it's more effort than it’s worth to keep up with them.
Ugh. Sasha, you're twenty, in the prime of your life. A cute face, nice hair, great breasts – well, I think so anyway. The guys should be begging me for dates. Were they just intimidated or something? Stupid boys. It just reminded me I desperately craved a good hard fucking, but I wasn't going to get it at this rate.
Wandering back into my room, I dug into my bottom dresser drawer, for something hidden way in the back. I uncovered my good old friend Johnny, a hyper-realistic spongy dildo. It was my birthday present from my parents. Okay, it was really a hundred dollar prepaid credit card, but this is what I bought with it. Thanks, Mom and Dad!
I closed the windows and curtains. I didn't want anyone to see or hear me do what I was planning. Sexy time is strictly private. I threw myself onto my bed, hiking down my panties, letting the air of the room brush against my pussy. As it often did, my mind drifted off to fantasy as I let Johnny roll against the outer walls of my tender folds. Exhausted, I could only conjure the topic of my paper – monkey sex.
All right, not the actual thoughts of monkeys doing it, but something tore at me, the primal nature they enjoyed. I let Johnny slide into my slit, letting the sudden surge of electricity pass through me as I began to slip it in and out with increasing pace and fervor. The desire we shared with all animals, the desire to fuck, bond with another, baked into us at such an instinctual level.
We mammals increased the intensity. Raw energy, passion, I reminded myself, as my fingers brushing up against my clit. As essential as food or water, these urges led us, and followed through our passions. Johnny spiked through me, the surge of delight thundering within.
Touch, the pressure of that crafted dildo – the texture teasing my sensitive folds and channel, rubbing against the passage to my womb. If only it were a real guy, making me feel his heat pulsing, twitching within me. I wanted a man there, fucking me with endless and reckless abandon, using me, and letting me relish being used.
I let the orgasm build, not even wanting to tease myself by drawing it out. I needed it now, I needed that release, to free my higher mind from being dominated by biological urges. I shuddered, building delight going through me, letting my mouth hang open with a moan, electricity swirling through me, allowing pleasure to claim my nerves so completely.
I let myself doze on my bed, my toy slipping out, and awaiting sleep's hold to take me. The winds howled outside, and all I could think of was how this was a short term fix, and I needed the real thing sooner than later or I was going to drive myself crazy in the process.
***
The sun bore down on me as I cracked my eyes open to look at the clock.
I was th
irty minutes late because I forgot to set my alarm. That's awesome, Sasha. Good job.
Panic struck and I had to throw my clothes on and dash through my morning routine. A wonderful way to start my day. I was about to crash through the door and dive into my car, when I remembered my paper. I wandered back to the kitchen, and it wasn't on the table. My eyes darted to the open window. The wind...
I looked down at Donny's bowl. Tattered pieces of paper, covered with dog food gravy, a trail leading up to my beloved dog – who had the luxury of sleeping in this morning.
My dog ate my homework.
I didn't think that could actually happen.
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Not having the paper was bad, but being late would just make it worse. So as a sleepless disheveled mess, I rushed toward class, Professor Rivera's lecture already in full swing. I saw him watch me as I snuck in, his eyes bearing down on me as I sat down and tried to smile to look less guilty. I failed pretty badly.
He paced in front of the chalkboard. "Has anyone in here decided they are definitely not having kids?"
Two or three hands shot up, mine not among them. I was undecided, maybe with the right guy?
"All right. Typically have a few like that. How about you, Emily? Any particular reason why?"
Emily responded without much hesitation. "Kids are disgusting. They make a giant mess, make you fat and useless for nine months. I'll pass, thanks."
"Fair and understandable reasons. You are sexually active, Emily, am I correct?"
"Yeah," she responded, flustered. Professor Rivera had earned a reputation for pushing the envelope in his classes. He could make students squirm without batting an eye, but I always thought he was a good teacher. He sought to get the lesson across more than just run the clock out, like some of my other professors.
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