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Shredding Inocence: phtlc & LadyPandora

phtlc

Super-Earth
Joined
Jun 11, 2009
Location
Under your bed, in your cloest, in your head
Shredding Innocence

It was pissing rain as I walked out of the pub, and I knew I was going to get it before I made it to my car. Kind of a pisser but what can you do? It was just one of those nights. Running to the car I splashed through the puddles that were already forming on the ground.

Reaching my car I fumbled with the keys, trying to open the car and get in before I drowned. Opening the door, I heard a soft female voice cry out;

“Rick, ...hey Rick”

Looking up I spotted the source of the voice and saw young Tracy from my old street. She was standing by the bus stop, getting wet, waiting for the bus and spotted me, calling out. She gave me that same hopeful wave she always gave me. Tracy had been a kid on my block when I was growing up. Her family was a bit disjointed, since her father left while she was just a kid. It was predominately her mother and her older brother running the show. Her brother had died a couple of years ago rather tragically and after that her mother had gone to the bottle. They had been standard middle class people in a middle class neighbourhood, but with no real family support structure. As a result, she seemed to have no real role models or self esteem.

Tracy had always had a major crush on me when she was younger, but she was just a kid then so I never paid any attention to her during my teen years. She had also been a bit of a geeky awkward kid. Now, that she was in high school, she had started to bloom quite nicely and was looking like quite the nice little piece of ass. She was still shy and insecure, but she was starting to look a little more like the kind of girl a guy might want to put the nuts to. She was still young by the way, but at least she had some tits now, and her ass was coming in nicely so that would do. Her little infatuation with me had been annoying when she was just a little girl, but now, with a body that was starting to fill out, I suddenly thought she might be interesting as a little fuck toy.

She was shivering in the rain, trying to stay warm even though she was soaking wet, which was actually kind of cute. She tried not to be overly obvious with her greeting, but it was obvious she was hoping I would offer her a ride. She had that pathetic “please like me” look on her face, which barely concealed her desire to get a ride in a warm car and to get out of the cold rain.

I was going home alone tonight, and while she was young and into girlish stuff, she still had a nice little set of tits for a young teen and looked like she might be a little fun to fuck. I really had no feelings for her, but I figured with no other prospects for the night, this cute looking little tightie might just be what I need. With only that in mind I looked at the shivering young girl, looking at me with infatuation and said;

“Hey, Tracy, want a lift”
 
Why did I have to be out here in the pouring rain? I have no luck at all! I think while standing at the bus stop, wishing that by some magical chance a friend would come and give me a ride home. I knew that there was no way that was going to happen, I had the worse luck in the world. I let out a soft sigh, wrapping my arms around myself trying to keep myself warm. It was a failed attempt, everything was soaking wet. It was a very bad idea to wear white today.

I let out another sigh, knowing that things were not going to get any better. Until....I saw him. Rick, the guy I have had a crush on for so many years. He was only a little bit away from me. My heart started to race and I could feel the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. Now is your chance, maybe if you call out to him, he might give you a ride home. I took a deep breath and called out to him.

"Rick,....Hey Rick." I call out, a weak smile on my face. My whole body shaking from the cold, and the fact that he was here. Panic sunk in, there was no way he would give me a ride home. I am soaking wet, why would he want his nice car seats to get all wet. I start to argue with myself to have faith or not to have any faith.

The arguing was soon broken when he spoke to me. My heart jumped, he actually spoke to me! I have waited for so long for him to notice me. And he was asking if I wanted a lift! This could not get any better....well maybe he could admit that he actually likes me and he was only pretending not to notice me because of his friends. My heart raced faster, it took me a moment to find my voice again.

"Sure, if it will not be any trouble on your part. " I said while quickly going up to his truck. I slowly and carefully opened the door. I carefully climb up into his truck. I do not make eye contact with him. I just look down, and I notice the wet white shirt once again. My cheeks quickly turn a light shade of red. Maybe I will be lucky and he will not notice......
 
The elated look on her face said it all. She still adored me. This evening showed a little potential. Cute little Tracy, standing there in her white blouse, with her breasts showing through. They were small, and girlish, but they were certainly fine enough for me. She was shy because of how they showed through the white shirt. I liked that. Shy and nervous.

She slid into the seat, hunching forward, trying to hide her budding femininity in spite of herself. She was also wearing a loose fitting cotton skirt, but now with the rain that was clinging to her form quite nicely, and also a bit see through.She smiled her innocent youthful smile, shy and yet eager to please. She may have had a crush on me, but her ideas of being intimate with me differed greatly from mine. She had fairy tale fantasies, about holding hands, cuddling, and maybe some kissing, but even the suggestion of those might make her blush.


I on the other hand wanted her legs spread wide while I pounded into her with savage ferocity as she cried for mercy. For me sex was about fucking some bitch like I hated her. Yeah I always said the things they wanted to hear to get at their twats, but once I did they found out what I truly felt about them.


I have taken plenty of cherries, and none of them liked it. Sex is about power, it’s about dominating a woman and letting her know her true place. That’s why I love virgins; because sex is usually painful for them when you are gentle. When I pop a girls cherry I make damned sure she knows I enjoy hurting her. That way she learns from the outset that sex isn’t about her satisfaction. Sex is about me using my cock inside a woman to beat some fear and humility into her.

With any luck I would be teaching that lesson to Tracy tonight.

Looking at her, I could see her shivering, with goose bumps. The sight of her like that was incredibly hot. I knew she was a bit nervous because when she got home, her mother would probably give her hell about the way she was dressed. Unless of course she was already passed out drunk. This gave me the opportunity.

“Hey, let’s stop by my place and get you dried off before you freeze to death”

It wasn’t a question so much as a statement. You had to be assertive with girls.
 
I was still amazed to be so close to him. My cheeks bright red, from being in a wet white shirt. The cold had made my nipples hard, which just caused my face to grow even more red. Great, you finally get to be very close to the guy you have liked for so long. And he can see your breasts.....just greatI wanted to burst into tears from embarrassment.I cling tighter around myself. I slowly glance up to his face. Rick....he had such strong eyes. He must be really strong, almost like a knight in shining armor.

My thoughts quickly drift to a fairytale I came up with when I was younger. That I was a inprisoned by an evil wizard and Rick the knight fought countless of magical beasts just to reach me. It was a romantic dream. Looking at my situation. He was pretty knightly, going to give me a ride home. He save me from the pouring rain. Is it even possibly to like someone this much?

I shivered slightly, just wishing to have a nice blanket wrapped around me. Or maybe his arm wrapped around me, cuddling me, trying to keep me warm. That would be very nice. I had a goofy smile on face, that was quickly wiped off with his question. A shudder ran up my spine. My heart started to race quicker then it ever has. He just asked me to his house? Is this for real or is this just a dream?

I know I should be heading home. But when would I ever get a chance like this again? And besides, it is not like anyone at home will miss me..."S-s-sure. That sounds great. My mom would hate me if I came back all wet..."My teeth chattered some more.
 
I could see the nervous excitement in her eyes. She wanted to be with me, but was apprehensive. She was worried about making a good impression. That really wasn’t important. She had what I wanted. And those breasts she was trying to hide, well....I’d be seeing them soon.

“No worries, we can go to my place, dry you off and then I’ll get you home”

With that I drove up to my apartment. It was a basement unit, but the people upstairs were away for the month so I would have privacy. Pulling into the driveway, I stopped the car and got out as did Tracy. She walked excitedly with me to the house. Fuck her ass wiggled nicely!

Opening the door, I ushered her in, placing my arm on her back gently, “Watch your step luv”, as she stepped over the rise at the entrance. She smiled at my addressing her that way.

As we step in, I walk her towards the bathroom, “OK, go in there, get out of those wet clothes and I will get you a bathrobe, then we can put your stuff in the dryer” Again, it’s a statement not a request. Girls need to be told what to do.

I grab a silk nightgown that is rather revealing and put it inside the bathroom door.

‘Hurry up and get changed, or you’ll catch pneumonia luv”

Walking away I leave you to change as I go to the couch in the living room and pull off the blanket, laying it n the floor as I goo put a log in the fire place and start it up.
 
I felt like I was in heaven. He touched me, even if it was just for a brief second. It felt amazing! I could die happy now. That might seem a little crazy but thing have been real crappy with her lately. It was great, having life pick up a little.

I nod my head as I am guided to the bathroom. He is so nice, caring about my health. A bright smile crept onto my face. My heart started to calm down a little. I waited until he had slipped the robe inside the bathroom before I started to undress.

The top was the first to come off. I wrung it out the shirt in the sink, water quickly rushing down the sink. I gently put the shirt on the toilet. My jeans were the next things off. Those were a little harder to wring out but I did it anyways. I slipped my panties off nevrously. I wrung those out quickly, and debated putting them pack on. I decided that the should get dry more too.

I Pick up the "robe" he left me. I stared down at it, blushing brightly. I quickly pull it on then exit the room, holding my wet clothing. "Um...I am out of the wet clothing and they are ready for the dryer..."I look down to the ground nervously. I can not believe I am wearing such naughty night gown.
 
Holy shit she looked hot. All fresh and wet, with her nipples now hardened form the cold showing through the thin material of the nightgown and her soft young thighs looking all tender and pale. I knew right then and there I had to get between those thighs before she left my place tonight. She was a catch. The nightgown was thin and only covered down to her mid thighs. It also buttoned up in the front which would be convenient later.


Taking the wet clothes from her I went to the dryer and put them in, starting it. She really should have done that herself, but girls are fed all kinds of silly ideas these days and I wanted to keep her in a happy dreamy state of denial for now. I could teach her what her role on life was later.


Heading back down the hall, I gestured to the blanket on the floor, waiting for her to sit tentatively down on it as she carefully made sure to sit with her thighs together and her feet off to a side with the gown pulled down as far as possible on her legs. She felt there was value to protecting her modesty but realistically what was the point. Women have cunts for a reason, so guys can fuck them. She would learn that before the night was out. She would also learn a few more lessons, like that her true worth was in her ability to satisfy my cock. If after I was done using her tonight, I felt she had potential I would keep her as a girlfriend until she was all used up.


“I thought the fire might help warm you up”....and set the right mood I thought. She looked at me innocently, with that dreamy happy look of a girl who adores a guy. I would have to shed all of her fairy tale illusions tonight, but in the meantime her innocence was delicious. That was what was so great about virgins; they were naive and innocent. I loved wooing them with all the right bullshit moves. They believed in true love and romance. The best part was when I finally get on top of a virgin and spread her legs before fucking her. They always get that scared wide eyed look on their face when they realize the vulnerable position they are now in and see the hardened cock that’s about to be forced into them. They ask if it will hurt in that erotic quivering scared girlish voice. Part of me feels they should be slapped for asking stupid questions when they say that. Of course it’s going to fucking hurt. Your cunt hasn’t been used so it is too tight for a cock to go in there without stretching it, and then there’s that cherry which needs to get ripped. What part of having pussy tissue ripped would you expect not to hurt? But I always reassure them with the usual lies, promising I will be gentle. Once I start I can dispense with the pretence because in the missionary position, with my arms pinning her legs wide and back she has no leverage to get off her back or to get me off of her, so I can pound away into her tiny little cunt as hard as I want and she can’t do jack shit about it except for screaming and crying “it hurts it hurts”. The most hilarious thing about virgins is when you are fucking them and hurting them they ask you to slow down or stop. What the fuck is that about. No! Of course I won’t stop. I’m enjoying myself.


Anyway, enough of that for now. For now I need to soften up my little acquisition so I can split her open.


Looking at her I say, “Hey, you look like your still freezing, come here” as I reach out and pull her in with my arm around her. She seems a bit surprised by the action and blushes but does not resist. I keep it innocent and just rub her shoulders as though I want to try to warm her up.
 
My heart started to pound, this had to be a dream. There was no way in the world that this was actually happening to me. I close my eyes and let a content sigh. "Pinch me, I must be dreaming. " I accidently think out loud. I blush even brighter. I hoped he did not hear just what I said. That would be so horrible. My heart started to pound faster, like it was creeping up to my throat.

I innocently rest my head against him. I take in a long breath, he smelled nice. I did not know what to say, this was kind of awkward but still amazing. I really wanted to kiss but I could not get the guts up to do so. No, if anything was to happen he could start it. That was they way it should be. The guy should make the first move and win the girl's heart. Though he already had my heart and I would have given up any thing to him, even......my cheeks went bright red again. No need to think of such thoughts, nothing would lead to that.

"Thank you for doing this all for me. It was great." I say while smiling brightly, opening my eyes up slowly.
 
Wow girls are naive sometimes. Here is this little bundle of tight innocent virgin, all shivering and wet in my arms and she thinks I’m actually concerned about her feelings. But hey, it works to my advantage. Holding her in close, I keep rubbing her arms gently, warming her up. I keep it up, pulling her in close and wrap my arms around her as though cuddling her. I breath in the smell of her hair. She smells nice, that smell of a young clean girl, all innocent and flowery.

With her head against me I cuddle her in close, and hold her there, in front of the fire. How long we sat there, arm in arm I can’t recall. We just did, as I felt her tremble a bit in her awkwardness. She was shy and nervous. God that was hot!

I continued snuggling with her for awhile, occasionally rubbing her shoulders and arms as she almost purred with happiness. She was ripe for the plucking. She may still be thinking innocent romance, but I know how to manipulate that, along with her insecurities to have her on her back in no time.

“Hey Sweetheart, would you like a drink? I have beer, wine, and some other drinks if you are interested”. She was not old enough to drink, but maybe I could get her to try some. It might loosen her up a bit.
 
He was calling me such sweet names, it was so wonderful. I knew he was such a nice guy. He had to be an angel or maybe a prince. An Angelic Prince maybe?I chuckled softly to such silly thoughts. He asked me what she wanted to drink. He offered me alcohol, my stomach started to go a little sick. It reminded me of my mother, and I did not want become like my mother.

"Water would be fine or some juice if you had it. Alcohol and my family does not mix to well...."I say staring deep into the fire. I did not like to talk about my family, though I knew everyone new. They were just too nice to say anything about it. "And if you want, I can help you. I mean just point me to the kitchen and where everything is, I can get it myself. " I start to stand up myself.

I knew that it was not my house, so I should not be going off and getting things for myself, but he had already done so much for me. The least I could do was get myself a drink. "And I could get you something to drink as well. "I smile to him, sweetly. I was still in a daze that this was even real.
 
Stopping her from rising I said, “No need, I will get it for you. The least a gentleman can do for a lady”. And with that I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer and some juice. Too bad she didn’t want a drink. It would have made it easier to get into her tight little snatch, but then it didn’t matter. I was going to pop her cherry one way or another. Besides, if she wasn’t used to alcohol then she might get too drunk. I like my virgins awake and conscious when I split them open. I want them to feel it.

Reconsidering the beer, I grabbed a fruity wine cooler instead. She might be open to trying some of that. Just enough to get her comfortable, but not tipsy.

Coming back into the living room, I saw the hot looking peice of young tender flesh sitting there all innocent and angelic, looking dreamy and trusting. That would make my life a great deal easier.

Handing her the glass of juice, I sat down beside her again and said, “Hey Tracy, tell me. When did you become so beautiful? It seems like just yesterday you were a kid and now look at you, all grown up, and pretty looking.” As I put my arm around her.
 
I take the glass of juice, taking a small sip. I almost choke on the comment he said to me. I give of a soft chuckle, "I have no idea. I guess the ugly duckling became a swan..." That was a horrible joke but i could not help myself. Though I really did not think I was anyways like a swan. I would probably forever remain an ugly duckling. I am glad that at least Rick thinks so.

"So do you normally rescue girls from the pouring rain or am I special?"I asked, smiling up against him. Maybe it was a stupid question, but I did want to know. Maybe I am something special to him now.

I take another sip wanting to know what his answer might be. I was a little scared to know the truth, but it is better to know the truth then pretend right? It would be so wonderful if I actually meant something to him. Maybe then all my dreams when I was younger would come true.

I am already in his embrace, maybe he actually wants me. That would be the best thing. It would be even more great if he wanted to date me. We could go on such romantic dates and kiss. I could cook him meals. I loved cooking, I loved cooking for others even more. I wanted to become a chef and open my own resturant. I wonder if Rick would like my cooking?

I gently shake my head, taking another drink of juice. "I really need to find a way to repay you for your kindness. Maybe I can make you dinner sometime or something. Or maybe rescue you from the rain..."I laugh again, praying that I am not the only one laughing.
 
The hope in her eyes was evident. She wanted to be special....she needed to be special. No father figure as a role model, awkward during her child years, her only brother gone and her mother neglecting her.......and now she was alone with an older guy she had a crush on for years..........this was going to be easy.

“Tracy, of course you’re special...I’ve known you for years, and well....to be honest, I can’t help but notice how beautiful you are becoming” she blushed at that, and she looked down, trying to hide it, but I gently cupped her chin and raised her face, “Hey sweetheart, that’s nothing to be shy about.......look at you, Your gorgeous”

Looking at her young face all glowing from the praise. She was trembling in my arms, from nervousness or excitement. I could feel my cock straining against my jeans, wanting to tear into her young body. The look of her soft pale skin, her small girlish breasts outlined nicely though the nightie, and her soft looking thighs, still with that girlish puppy flesh of youth that looked so erotic.

Holding her face in my hands, I looked into her eyes, as she breathed heavily from nervous excitement. Pulling her in close, I leaned in, my face getting closer to hers, and touched my lips to hers.
 
My heart started to pound fast once again. I thought I was going to die as he pressed his lips against mine. This was the happiest moment of my life. My soft arms slowly wrap around his neck as I kiss him back. I slowly break the kiss and my release around him.

"That was my first kiss...."I admit shyly. "And it was the best kiss that I ever had. Thank you so much Rick." Ok maybe it was a little stupid to thank him for the kiss, but I did not know what else to say.

My heart was still pounding and started to pound faster as I spoke, "I would not mind another kiss, maybe even a little more..." I never french kissed anyone either, and that would be awesome. Maybe a little a feeling up but not further then that. I mean I was not his girl friend, for all I knew he might have a girlfriend. That made my heart sink a little, what if he did have girlfriend.
 
Her heart pounded through her chest as our lips touched. I held her in close, letting the feeling course through her body as my little virgin conquest trembled in my arms. She was kissing me back

All I could think of was that tight little pussy, waiting for me to force my cock into it. This was going to be so easy it was hilarious.
“Well, it was a very good kiss...you’re a natural luv”, And it won’t be your only first tonight, not by a long shot

“I think we can do a little more there beautiful”. Oh trust me there girlie....you’ll be getting a lot more tonight, whether you want it or not.
Pulling her in close, I kissed her and allowed my mouth to open and my tongue to press into her mouth as I pulled her body in close. As I did this, my hands started running up and down her back
 
I let my tongue slip into his mouth as we kissed. I even made a soft purring sound. I closed my eyes as we kissed. I was remembering what girls at school said they did with their boyfriends. I wondered if I could get away with it.

I opened my eyes, and gently pushed him away. "Wait a moment, please." I say softly. I hope he would not take my pushing him away offensively. I slowly get up on my knees, sliding towards. I nervously crawl onto his lap. I place my legs on the side of his legs. My arms wrap around his neck once again. I nervously look into his eyes. I hope he does not mind me sitting like this.

It was an awkward position for me, in a way i like it. I felt...maybe a little aroused. Damn these stupid raging teenage hormones. I hope he does not think of me as a slut.

I lean into kiss him once again, waiting to see what his response might be. If he pushes me away then it would be alright. Maybe this is all too good to be true. Maybe I should get off him. Why was I so stupid, this was a bad idea! I whimper and slowly pull back again, figuring he probably hated me sitting in his lap like this. I must look like a complete whore.
 
In her excitement, Tracy straddled my lap without even realizing she wasn’t wearing any panties. Fortunately for her, the gown came low enough that I couldn’t see anything, but this was good. She was vulnerable.

Kissing her deep, I pulled her in tight, with her little crotch spread in my lap. I was excited, thinking of how close my raging cock was to her tight little cherry. Only a layer of jeans and underwear separated them.

Kissing her, my hands start roaming liberally over her body. I think this must have made her nervous, because she started to pull back, as though having second thoughts. I wasn’t having any of that though, and held her close, feeling the warmth of her tender virginal body against mine. I wanted her body, and I was going to have it. I just had to keep her excited, that was all.

Slowly as I kissed her, I leaned over, laying us both down so I was on top of her, and I keot kissing her passionately as I pressed my body down on hers, feeling her arousal and nervousness.
 
I felt more nervous with his body on top of mine. I was scared and aroused. I wanted to do something more, but was too scared to admit to it. Maybe if he asked me to, I would get over this fear maybe. I cling tightly to him while kiss.

It felt like I was in one of the romance novels that I read from time to time. The ones where a young beautiful girl is whisked away by the love of her life. They lay in front of the fire cuddling, kissing, and eventual have sex.

Would I be losing my virginity to this man right now. Maybe, I mean If he asked me, I would probably do so. In fact, I wanted to do it with him. There was no one else I have ever dreamed about having sex with.

I slowly break the kiss and open my mouth to speak. "Uh...maybe we could...uh maybe...do....uh, oh never mind. Forget I said anything."I go back to press my lips against his.
 
Her nervous innocence was delicious. She was infatuated with me, yet frightened by the sudden vulnerability of her situation. She should be. When I slam my cock into a young virgin she usually doesn’t like it a whole lot. I do of course, but the girls tend to squeal and cry. When they’re young and tight like this, it’s hard to force a cock into them, and naturally all the stretching and tearing that occurs, has them struggling desperately to get away, but that’s the beauty of the missionary position; if you do it right, you got her pinned. As long as you don’t mind hearing them squeal and beg, crying shit like “it hurts..oh god it hurts...please...stop your hurting me” and all that stuff you can enjoy fucking a nice tight pussy that can’t get away. Besides...I get turned on when they beg like that, it makes me fuck them even harder!

As I passionately groped her body, she suddenly started talking....the usual second thoughts, she was about to back out, but then she lost her nerve. Evidently her fear of being rejected by me was greater than her fear of going too far.

“It’s Ok love,... this is going to be wonderful”, and with that I start unbuttoning the front of her nightgown, opening it one button at a time.
 
I trust him, I want this and he wants to do this with me. What more could I ask for. "All right....I want this....I want to give myself completely to you."I say in a soft voice. I do not fight or try to get away as he undoes the buttons.

I knew this was going to be special. I was with him, what else could make this special. There was no way this was going to horrible wrong.

I feel myself, wanting to tug on his pants for him to take them off, but I would be patient. That was what I needed to do. But part of me felt so naughty and I knew I should not be doing this now. But it was all so hot, I could not help myself. I wanted to give myself to him, to show him that I want to be his, that I deserve to be his.
 
This is it...I’m going to pop her tight little cherry! She’s submitting to me, in her naivety thinking of romantic thoughts. I’m going to fuck her silly!

Undoing the whole thing, I see her naked body for the first time in all it’s purity and innocence. She has smallish breasts, barely a mouthful, with pert little nipples. Looking further down I see the thin soft covering of hair at her pubis.

I touch her breasts, running my fingers over them and then reach down and start kissing them as my hands roam. No need for excessive foreplay here...she’s not resisting.

I run my hand down between her legs and stroke her inner thigh as she quivers, her breathing unsteady. Gently gliding my hand up her thigh, I bring my fingers in contact with her virginal pussy, just touching the soft little lips as she gasps from the contact. I run my fingers along her soft little crease as she tries desperately to control her breathing. Then I try to push a finger into her, but cant because she is too tight and dry.

Bringing my middle finger to my mouth, I stick it in my mouth and coat it with saliva and then place the finger at her labia as she trembles with nervousness and excitement. I press in and this time get my finger into her tight young twat as she gasps and winces from the penetration. I guess that might have felt a bit uncomfortable. I kissed her passionately to keep her distracted. Holy shit she was tight! Her tight little young pussy was clamped down so tight on my finger, I couldn’t wait to feel it around my cock. Pushing in a bit further, I bumped my finger into her hymen causing her to wince suddenly. I wanted her to remain relaxed, so I kept kissing her and telling her how beautiful she was. I started probing her hymen to explore it. It stretched nice and tight across her inner opening like a vacuum seal. She was tensing up a bit, biting her lip from the discomfort so I pulled it out while she was still excited.


I had to fuck her right then. Rapidly I started undoing my pants and released my erection. Kicking the pants off, I rolled between her legs, spreading them as I lay on top. I kept kissing her so she wouldn’t look down. I was bigger than the average guy down there and if she saw the size of the cock that was about to go into her she might panic. Instead I wet my fingers with some saliva, coated the end of my cock and lined myself up getting ready to penetrate her.
 
I started think that maybe this was a little too fast, but I knew that he wanted to do this with me. I could not displease him, but I was still a little scared. "This is my first time, and I hope you will be gently with me." I say softly. reaching with a hand, running it through his hair.

I did not want to look down, it was a little embarrassing to see myself naked and him pantsless. I know I should not be so embarrassed but I could not help it. I would focus on his open half and not pay attention to my completely naked body.

New thoughts started to pop into my head, he was going to put on a condom right? I really hope he was going to put on a condom. "What about a condom.....I do not want to get pregnant yet....."Unless maybe he wanted me to. Yes maybe start a family, that was what sex was for wasn't it. Two people wanting to start a family. I could and would love to start a family with him. And everything would be perfect nothing like my family. No he would be there and I would not get drunk like my mother. No, the child would have two very loving parents.

I knew this was probably going to hurt, I have heard other girls talk about their experiences. But I trusted Rick enough to help me through my pain, he would find ways to make me feel better. I knew he would. He was my angelic prince. He would save me from any pain I would feel during it.
 
She was finally starting to get scared....I loved it. Her head was finally coming to terms with the reality of having a cock inches away from her twat, getting ready to split her open. Her trembly little voice asked me if I would be gentle with her.

“Of course sweetheart...relax, you’ll love it”

Then all the bullshit about a condom. What kind of fucking loser wears a condom when he fucks a chick unless there’s reason to think she might have a disease. Condoms kill the sensation. I wanted to feel skin on skin when I deflowered my little princess.

“Don’t worry Tracy, you won’t get pregnant”. She bit her lip nervously, and looked up at the ceiling, then closed her eyes for a moment. She gave me that adorable look that all dumb twats give me when they think I give a fuck about them and they give me their virginity thinking it’s special.

With that I pressed my cockhead against her flesh and started rubbing it up and down, not penetrating yet. I wanted to get her a bit more wet first. Slowly I rubbed my cock head up and down a few times, getting her juices flowing, adding some pre-cum to the wetness and contributed a bit of saliva just for good measure. She was fucking tight and I was going to need her lubed if I was to have a chance in hell of breaking into her. She whimpered from arousal as I did this.

Time to split the little darling open. Grabbing her legs, I not only spread them, I pinned them back so they were beside her chest as her butt raised off the floor a bit and she was effectively now spread and pinned. I could tell the she instinctively felt there was something wrong with being so completely helpless and overpowered, but I wasn’t getting rough yet.

Leaning in I started to push a bit and she tensed up in anticipation, her eyes wide with fear as her breathing accelerated. She looked at me with pleading, trusting eyes. Pushing harder, I started making some gains and she yelped “ow” or something like that.

“Relax, stop tensing...your just making it harder on yourself dear...it’s ok relax”

Pushing a bit harder, she suddenly started whining that it was hurting a bit and asked me to slow down or something like that. Fuck that.

Feeling her twat starting to give, I reared back and thrust forward with all my might, driving my cock into her tight gripping pussy and slamming against her hymen which managed to hold against the first assault. She immediately screamed and tried squirming away, but she was pinned and couldn’t move. She started trying to form words to tell me it hurt or something like that, but before she could, I reared back and thrust forward with savage ferocity, tearing her hymen with an almost audible snap as I drove several inches of my hardened flesh into her insanely tight cunt and she screeched that erotic screech that girls emit when their hymens are forcibly torn. Drawing back, I thrust forward again and gained several more inches of penetration. She couldn’t even form words, the pain was so great, she just screamed and gasped, her eyes shining with pain as tears streaked her face. Drawing back I lunged forward with one final brutal thrust, tearing and abrading her as I slammed my cockhead against her cervix and was balls deep in the tightest pussy I ever fucked.

She was hysterical with pain, babbling incoherently, just individual words without complete sentences as she struggled futilely against me while I delighted in her tightness grasping my cock.

Drawing back so the head was almost out, I drove my entire cock in with one cruel lunge and she screamed again so I had to clamp a hand over her mouth to shut her up. With that, I started fucking her tight little cunt while she screamed into my hand.
 
I can not believe that this was happening to me. He lied to me.....how could he do this to me! My heart was racing and I could hear my heart ringing in my ears. He was covering my mouth....this was not an accident! He planned on hurting me!

No....it was not planned right, this was just an accident. He is covering my mouth because he did not want the neighbors to hear. Yes that was probably it...right?

I was in so much pain, I started to drift off. But I could not pass out because of the constant thrusting. I just wanted this to be over. Will he be done doing this, please? Just stop, I need him to stop!
 
Pounding into her like a madman, I delighted in the tightness of her tiny little twat as it squeezed my hardness like a vice grip. She squirmed and struggled like she had an electric current going through her, which would have cause some some difficulties had I not made sure to get such a good grip on her at first.

Fucking her savagely I thrilled at the way she wriggled in her desperate attempts to escape the pain of my cock tearing into her, and the way she tried to scream through my hand with her eyes as wide open as possible, expressing the pain she couldn’t express vocally. I love fucking virgins!

With each thrust, I slammed my hips forward more savagely than the last, bruising and abrading her tender virginal flesh as my cockhead beat her cervix without mercy. She would never forget this moment; the pain I caused her.

Fucking her harder and harder I felt myself approaching orgasm and sped up even more as her muffled screeches intensified. Pounding her tightness for another minute I suddenly felt my balls tingle and then released, ejaculating into her unprotected womb as I planted myself balls deep and held it there. I stayed there, tensed for a moment as I sent wave after wave of semen into her youthful body and then it ended as I collapsed on top of her.

Removing my hand, I heard her gasp and then start sobbing. Pulling out abruptly, causing her to yelp I then rolled off of her, contented and satisfied as she lay there sobbing. It had been an amazing fuck!
 
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