by Powerone
“My father’s.” She felt a sudden wetness between her legs when she said that. It was so sinful for her to be standing half-naked with a boy in her father’s bedroom.
David felt a little uncomfortable. It sounds so incestuous to be here. “Why don’t we go to your room?”
“The bed is bigger here. You want a big bed, don’t you, David?”
“Of course,” he couldn’t argue with that reasoning, especially if it meant that he was going to get into the bed with her. There was only one thing besides sleep that a man and a woman did in bed.
She crawled to the center of the bed, knowing that she was showing herself obscenely. Her baby doll didn’t cover a thing and her transparent panties revealed all of her ass to him, and she was sure that part of her pussy was exposed. She felt so shameful and excited. She lay down on the bed on her back as she looked at David. He started to take off his shirt. “No, leave it on,” she encouraged him, patting the bed beside her. “Come to me.”
His shoes were the only things to go as he scampered on the bed to slide up next to Faith. The light was still on. He was going to see her naked. His prick was ready to burst, hoping that Faith would take it out and stroke it. She turned slightly toward him as they kissed, but the kiss was short, David was too eager to uncover her body.
That was the first time that Faith let any boy touch her. David lavished such attention on her body, first her breasts then her pussy. He took off her clothes and Faith found herself naked with a boy. David may have been inexperienced, but that didn’t stop him from making her cum. She had done it before in solo masturbation in her own bed, but this was something completely different.
He felt strange, lying on her father’s bed alone after Faith left. He’d never seen a girl cum before and he was fascinated by the experience. What would happen if he came home suddenly and surprised me? How could I explain it? He could hear the water run in the bathroom. He got up and went into the living room, his cock threatened to break free unless he got some relief soon. He needed Faith to work her magic on his cock just as he did to her. It was five minutes before she walked out of the bathroom, David disappointed. She had a bathrobe on. He got up and walked over to her to inhale the smell of fresh perfume on her body.
She went into the bathroom to freshen up. When she came out she saw the look of disappointment in David’s face. “Thank you, David. You were so masterful. I never had anyone do such things to me before.”
He felt so proud of himself, but the next words dampened his enthusiasm.
“I have to clean up my father’s room and get some sleep. I don’t want you to get into trouble, so you have to go home. It’s almost one. Next week, you can come over again. I promise.” She kissed him, pressed her body up against him, and purred sexily in his ear.
David was shooed out the door before he realized it, out in the dark and cold at one in the morning. It was a long walk, his prick refused to go down, but it was his mind that replayed everything that happened and everything he saw. He was glad when he snuck back in the house and into his bed. It took only a minute of stroking his cock before he came in the Kleenex.
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Faith wondered if her father could smell her cum when he got into the bed in the morning. She felt satisfaction, as she knew she got back at her father.
David came over the following week; Faith greeted him in her baby doll pajamas once again. Once he saw her and played with her body, he was putty in her hands. Never once did she ever touch his prick, only some gentle rubbing against her hip was his reward. After a few weeks, he never pushed it as he realized what he did to her was enough, at least for now. For Faith, she wanted more. After three weeks, she urged his head down between her thighs and David found a newfound talent at making her cum with his mouth. They lasted another two weeks before they broke up; Faith didn’t remember why they did or who instigated it.
It was another month before she had a new boyfriend and her weekly visits to her father’s bed. This one was just as easy to train to service her pleasure as she exposed her body until she was naked was all that was needed for him to masturbate her in the way she liked, including eating her pussy.
Over the next year, it was half-dozen boys that masturbated her in her weekly sessions, while sometimes where she’d have to pleasure herself for up to a month until she found the next boy.
Suddenly, she turned eighteen and it stopped. She was in between boys, as she lay in her father’s bed alone. It was dark in the room, just a dim light in the living room reflected in the hallway. She was about to masturbate when she heard a noise in the other room. A shiver of fear ran up her spine. She waited a moment, getting enough nerve to get up and investigate. She couldn’t stay frozen in bed in fear forever. In her bare feet, she walked to the living room. She looked around the empty room. She went from room to room. She turned on the lights and saw nothing. She finally felt better and went back to her father’s bedroom. She looked at her body in the mirror, clad in bra and panties and nothing else. Her panties were already wet; they always were on these nights in anticipation. She left the night light on to lay back down in the bed.
Her eyes shot to the hallway when she heard the noise again. It scared her, this time more than the last time. It was as though she sensed something was out there, even though she didn’t see anything. Another sound, almost like something dragged along the floor, but the hallway was empty. She felt a cold breeze blow by her body that sent her nipples into a hardened state. She looked in the hallway, sure that she saw a mist, almost like someone breathed outside on a very cold day. The coldness came closer to her. Her half-naked body began to get goose bumps all over. It felt the same way as she could sense what the boys were doing when she had her eyes closed, but she felt that way now with her eyes open.
Her body was sharp and on edge as she expected something to happen, but she didn’t know what. It didn’t scare her, but it excited her, just the way she felt when a boy saw her body for the first time. She could never get enough of that initial excitement as she stripped for them. It was embarrassing, humiliating and strangely erotic, all wrapped into one. She felt like it was one of those times, yet there was no one in the room. At least no one she could see. She felt another shiver of cold. Her arms suddenly rose until she reached the headboard. She arched her back to push her proud breasts out obscenely. Her nipples swelled. She clenched her thighs tight to feel the dampness between her legs grow. She felt a rush of pleasure race through her body, like nothing she ever felt before with boys. She stayed in that position, her back ached, and she kept her breasts arched out for long minutes as though someone watched her pose. She released the headboard but only long enough so she could reach back and unhook her bra. Her fingers trembled as she did it, her hands cold as they touched her warm back. She felt her firm, full breasts freed of the restraints of the bra. She lay back on her back, to peel the bra straps down slowly off her shoulders and down her arms as if she did a slow striptease for an unseen man. The word suddenly struck in her head. Not a boy, but a man. Why did I use that word?
She looked around the empty room, the bra still held against her chest. No one was in the room, yet she slowly took the bra off her breasts; the material scraped across her hard nipples as it slid down to reveal her young, naked breasts to the empty room. She threw the bra to the floor, her arms raised to the headboard again to grip it tightly as she felt a rush of cold air sweep across her naked breasts. She arched her back and pushed her naked breasts out into the cold breeze until her nipples felt the pain of the cold. Just like when a boy bit or pinched them too hard, they responded in the same way, the pain turned to pleasure. This time, she kept her eyes open, not like when she was with boys. Men would want to see her eyes when she stripped for them. Faith didn’t know how she knew this, she just did.
She lay there for a couple of minutes before she began to spread her legs. As soon as they were opened wide, she would shut them to clench her thighs tight until she could clench her inner puss
y muscles as if she clutched a man’s prick inside her. She was still a virgin, though she had lost her hymen, yet she knew what to do to pleasure a man inside her. Her legs opened and closed as she displayed herself shamelessly. She knew what to do next. Her panties were rolled down her hips until she could slide them off. She threw them to the floor to lie flat on the bed again, her arms over her head. She was naked. Her pussy was soaked, her father’s bedspread would have a puddle on it before she was finished, but she thought nothing more of it. She drew her legs up and bent her knees until they were upright. She looked down at the foot of the bed as she slowly parted her legs and bowed them out as she felt her wet pussy lips pull apart. She raised her ass up until she could feel her anus exposed. Her crotch ached before she stopped. She felt a sudden cold rush of air, much more than before, her wet arousal that coated her pussy lips almost frozen. It made her ache, but she ached for the touch of a man on her flesh. Her ass hole began to pucker open and closed as if something touched it. She felt an itch inside her, an itch that needed to be scratched.
She saw something. She blinked her eyes shut then opened them again, but it didn’t disappear. There was a cloud at the foot of the bed. Something like the mist she saw in the hallway, but this one became denser. She should be scared out of her wits, but she wasn’t. It was as though she expected it. The room grew colder, but it didn’t bother Faith in spite of being naked and spread on her father’s bed. She stayed in the obscene position as the cloud became more pronounced. Her hands clutched the headboard tightly as she watched it begin to take shape. It suddenly came back to her, all the things her mother had taught her when she was young. It was some kind of apparition, but her mother never said that she actually saw one before. She could only sense them in the room. This one began to take shape at the foot of her bed. The only thing that Faith could think of was that she was going to greet it naked and spread obscenely as if she offered up her body to it.
It took a few more minutes before it fully took shape. It was a man; there was no doubt of that. At first, it could have been a woman, only the outline of the body from the front. It was black or so it looked, but the more she looked at it, it was opaque, yet it wasn’t. It was hard to explain, even to her own brain. It had no features, just a solid body and a silhouette. Yet, there was no denying it was a man, big and muscular, not like the boys Faith had known.
Then, she saw them appear out of nowhere on his head. Two eyes, black, deep, searching eyes that stared at her until she could feel them inside her. She felt a flush of shame on her body as she realized that a man saw her naked. Not a boy that she could control, but a man. Still, she didn’t move a muscle, her legs still spread submissively. She heard something inside her head, a voice, hard to comprehend, but it raced to her brain as if she heard it through her ears. Her hands released the headboard to run slowly over her nipples and then move down her belly and through her bush. Her fingers didn’t stop until they got to her pussy lips. It was difficult to grip the oily flesh, but she pinched hard until she could pull them open. She didn’t stop until her pussy lips ached from being spread so wide, all of her pink, wet insides exposed. The gaze from the apparition moved down between her legs, and she felt it search her slit all the way from her clit—hard, red, and throbbing—to her pussy, the dark hole beckoned for something to enter her and take her virginity. She stayed spread for the eyes to devour her virginal body, no matter how much her pussy lips ached from being spread so wide.
She felt it inside her head again, the message raced to her brain. She released her pussy lips to stare at the apparition at the foot of her bed. She rolled over onto her belly. She got on her hands and knees and looked back to see if the eyes still followed her every movement. They did. She arched her back and pushed her ass up higher, her head went down on the bed so she could stare back behind her. Her knees slowly slid along the bedspread as Faith relaxed her cheeks. When her crotch ached, she stopped and shoved her ass back and up as if she offered up her body to be taken from behind. The final act was her hands as they reached back and gripped her cheeks. She pulled them apart so far that her anus began to flower open. The cold air blew harshly between her spread legs and into her bowels. She stayed in this position for long minutes. She continued to stare back at the apparition. The eyes stared blankly at her, but then, she saw something else take shape. It shocked her, but she couldn’t take her eyes off it. Between his legs a prick formed. It got bigger and bigger, a pair of heavy balls formed beneath it. It jutted out of his body like a weapon. It was no longer a prick. This was a cock, a man’s cock, the girth massive and the length still grew. Any woman that took this inside her would feel the power of it. Faith never saw a cock that big, unable to take her eyes off it. She held herself open and his cock grew. Is it my naked body and my obscene pose that encouraged its exposure? The apparition didn’t appear and take on shape until I began to expose myself to it. Am I like my mother and have the ability to communicate with supernatural beings? Her mother never told her anything like this before, but she was a young girl at the time. Maybe her mother was afraid of scaring her away, or maybe she didn’t have the same talents, only passing them along to her daughter, unknown what powers she would possess when she got older. She had just turned eighteen, legal age. Did the apparition watch me play with boys in my father’s bed until I turned eighteen? Is he here to claim my virginity?
She turned over onto her back again and raised her arms over her head. She spread her legs for it and waited to see what would happen. Her pussy was soaked. She saw the apparition move from the foot of the bed to come over to the side. She could feel the mattress sink as the cold rush of air moved next to her. She turned her head to the side to come face to face with the massive presence of a man-sized cock so close. It moved closer to her, and then, she felt it touch her. Its cock wasn’t warm like a boy’s prick. It was hard, like steel, but cold. It was shaped like a prick, a thick head, a long shaft with veins that ran along it, but the shaft was thick. The balls that hung down looked like they weighed five pounds each. The cock touched her cheek. She clamped her mouth shut tight, afraid it would touch her lips. She let boys go down on her, but she had no intentions of taking a cock in her mouth, human or supernatural. She was sure she’d choke to death on a man’s cum. The cold cock rubbed all over her face, Faith forced to turn her face and move it up and down by the inner voice that instructed her, yet it never told her to open her mouth. She didn’t know why, but the cold cock still painted her tightly clenched lips with a thick, cold crème before she turned her head, and it rubbed the crème all over her soft, satin cheeks. Each time the cold cock touched her, it would jerk up and down before it settled back down to leave its trail of crème on her skin. It finally was satisfied and pulled away. Yet, it wasn’t done with her.
Faith got back in the doggy position, the degrading position with her legs spread wide, her ass raised up in submission, her head down on the bed as she waited. She knew she’d be mounted from behind. She felt it inside her head tell her that she would lose her virginity to it. There was nothing she could do to stop it, even if she wanted to. She never thought of losing her virginity in such a depraved position or by a supernatural being. She felt the heavy presence on the mattress move behind her. She felt the cold, dry apparition touch her, its hips between her legs to force her to spread her legs wider. The skin wasn’t soft or warm. Then, she shivered when she felt the rock-hard flesh of his cold cock between her legs. Something made it move up and down her slit, Faith unable to stop her pussy from being soaked with her juices. It moved down to her virgin hole as Faith held her breath when she felt the bottle-thick head push against her tight virgin hole. She didn’t try to move away; in fact, she did the opposite. She began to move her hips in circles and push back on the cold cock until she felt her pussy open up to the massive impalement. She felt something on her hips, not exactly hands, but the cold touch guided her hips to move in circles and then began to pull her back onto the hard, cold cock.
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bsp; Her insides began to accept it; her hot, wet pussy heated up the cold cock as it stretched her. She never felt anything so big before. Her pussy finally stretched around the thick head to trap the throbbing cock inside her for the first time. Faith couldn’t believe it, but it jerked and shuddered inside her. She was being fucked by a man’s cock or, at least, a man-sized cock. She began to fuck back at it, her inner self told her what to do, her body responded as if she had done this a hundred times. It began to penetrate her deeper as it pushed in then pulled out, her insides sucked out behind it. It never fully pulled out. It yanked her pussy open wide, then her ass would push back hard and take the massive cock in her once-virgin passage. It was five minutes before she took the cold cock fully inside her, but now, she had warmed it up with her hot, wet pussy and the friction of her powerful thrusts onto the waiting cock. It never hurt her, in spite of the thickness. It was as though she was built specifically to take it.
She fucked it for almost half an hour, Faith didn’t understand how it could last that long. She clutched it with her inner muscles as it withdrew and opened up and thrust back hard when it entered her. She reamed her pussy with the cock as her body sweated in spite of the cold air that surrounded it. Her breasts swayed erotically as she fucked, her ass shoved back and forth. Then, she felt it, inside her first; the apparition’s cock began to spew it’s cum inside her. It wasn’t hot; freezing cold cum bathed her hot passage and shrunk the delicate walls until her pussy was wrapped around the cock so tight that it couldn’t move. All she could feel was it spew gallons of cold cum into her. She came profusely with it, but when she thought it was over and her body began to come down from her orgasm, the cock inside her shot again. There were more powerful jets of cum that bathed her cervix like a firehose. A second orgasm hit her and reached deep inside her, not as powerful as the first, but after an hour of continuous fucking, her body was exhausted. She whimpered in mindless pleasure and moaned as more cum filled her. It was as though it was never ending. She didn’t know where it was all going, only feeling it fill her like a balloon.