CarnivalBarker
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Blake tensed a bit when she felt his cock begin to press against her entrance. She felt his weight press upon her body and knew that she was about to take what he had wanted so badly to give her. She turned her head to the side, anticipating the pressure and tearing of her body beneath his and she gave a sharp grunt as she exhaled with the first stab of his member into her tiny opening. Her legs quivered in a futile effort to close when she felt his head enter her moist canal, and she shivered for the millionth time at his groaning appreciation in her ear as he tried again and again to fully penetrate her as yet to be used pussy. Her soft, yet firm, stomach and liquid hips served as his cushion as he pulled away and pressed into her once more, and for the first time she was unable to hold back, wincing and whimpering as she squirmed in an effort to accommodate his rather sizeable width without further pain.
"Unnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Her whine started low and rose as he stuck her deeper for the first time, her pussy clenching out of apprehension and her natural desire to prevent him from taking her as his own. She opened her eyes once more as he pulled out, and she felt relieved for only a second before he reversed course and slammed his hips against hers again, sinking himself a bit deeper within her core. "Ohhhh, fuck," she moaned. "That hur.......hurts," she gasped, though it did not seem he heard or cared.
"My god, girl ... you're so fucking tight," Robert allowed as he tried to press further into her body, defiling her inch by filthy inch. Blake felt herself blush a bit, torn between feeling exploited and a certain pride from hearing that all the care she had given to her body was appreciated in the most carnal way possible by the man now making her some combination of a woman, a slut, and a whore. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms tighter, spreading her thighs a bit more, offering herself up to him completely and feeling his cock run along each of the walls of her most delicate part. He thrust once more and she gave a jolt, her thighs crashing against his hips once more, holding him out just as soon as she had hoped to allow him within.
"This is gonna hurt a bit," he groaned from above. Blake took a hand and ran it through her hair, a nervous, preparatory move, before simply nodding that she knew and that it was okay, even if she felt inside as though it were not. Without further consultation, Robert began to draw his hips back and slammed against her as hard as he had so far. Then again and again, until she felt a release within that allowed him to seat himself fully inside her body. Blake winced and her forehead furrowed as she gave a piercing squeal before closing her eyes, which still allowed a single tear to slip out. She felt as if she had been ripped open with a hot iron, and yet she felt her insides grow wetter still as Robert planted the full length of his cock inside her for the first time. "Fuck, sweet thing," he said in her ear. "I don't think I've ever felt a pussy so tight in my life." She blushed again at the shame from the pride she felt at his words, and she pulled him tightly to her, the only response she could control, then unconsciously bit him lightly where his neck met his shoulder. It was then that he raised a bit to watch her as he began fucking her, now with rhythm and picking up speed. In moments, his hands were upon her hips, tugging her relentlessly against him, giving her the full length of his cock over and over and over, making her his own and using her for any pleasure he could take as he fucked her harder than she had imagined for this, her very first time. She began to lift her hips into him and her arms pulled back and over her head, her body now fully arched beneath him, only her upper shoulders and her feet touching the bed as she opened fully to him, her eyes looking over the length of her body, down her stomach, watching him bury himself inside her over and over again. She groaned with each vigorous thrust and she felt herself closer and closer to an orgasm until Robert staggered his strokes, gave a ragged groan and held her pussy to his waist as he unloaded shot after shot of cum deep inside her. She was relieved he couldn't get her pregnant, if indeed his words were true, and she collapsed her back to the bed, her stomach rising and falling with her rapid breath as his cock remained planted within her body. She watched him savor the moment and she even felt herself grinning and amused at how much he seemed to enjoy her, holding the grin until he opened his eyes, looking at her once more, before leaning down to kiss her nipple again.
"I enjoyed that," he said. She didn't know how to react, not yet.
"Good," she said, noncommittal, though truth would have told that she had enjoyed it as well. She winced again as he withdrew, his cock popping out of her pussy in a vulgar display of her recent conquering, and Robert rolled beside her in the bed, looking straight up to the ceiling. Blake turned on her side, facing him, enamored of the idea of how much power she felt as she watched him catch his breath and revel in what he had just done, knowing that she held the goods that made him feel and act this way, a far cry from the cocky, powerful male that had virtually commanded her to be here, to do this with him. She raised up and placed her head in her hand, resting on her elbow, her fingers of her other hand tracing up and down his chest as she was amused at his post-coital response. She watched his cock begin to stir again and she said nothing until he reached across and took her arm, making her eyes get a bit wider in surprise.
"I want you on top," he said. "I want you to fuck me." Blake gave a shy grin.
"Noooo," she protested, even as she lifted one leg and straddled him, lifting up and making sure that when she sat down again her slit rested only on the underside of his cock, pressed against his lower stomach. She watched his hands ride over her thighs and her hips, among her best features. She was flattered by the appreciation in his eyes and in the rigidity of his member, aching to be inside her once more. "I'm gonna be sore," she said, not lying but only using it as an excuse. Still, she began to rock her hips, sliding her pussy along his cock, teasing him as she acted like she was up for no more. "I think we need to wait a little while." She continued to rock. It was then that she felt a longing that she had not particularly felt before and she leaned over, pressing her naked body against his, and kissed him in a way that was certainly more than a peck and not quite so far as a full french kiss. Simply a taste. She did it again. Then a third time. She pulled back so that her face was only inches from his, her chest still against his and, saying nothing, reached her hand low to grab his cock as she lifted her hips and slid him inside her once more. As she lowered her hips, again taking him in, her eyes narrowed and her mouth opened into a low groan, then a sigh, as she took a second to feel just how full he made her. She didn't want to give him any further pleasure of knowing how much she did enjoy this. She still felt he was a terrible man. But her body thought differently in the glow of the moment, and she raised herself up, placed her hands squarely in the center of his torso, and began riding her hips up and down, slowly at first, and gaining speed. She closed her eyes as she did, thinking of, imagining her boyfriend beneath her, the man who should be here. She became angry at his father from taking this from Robbie -- from them. And as she did, she began fucking herself harder and faster on the man's cock, as if doing so did anything to harm him and nothing toward exactly how he wanted her to be.
"Unnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Her whine started low and rose as he stuck her deeper for the first time, her pussy clenching out of apprehension and her natural desire to prevent him from taking her as his own. She opened her eyes once more as he pulled out, and she felt relieved for only a second before he reversed course and slammed his hips against hers again, sinking himself a bit deeper within her core. "Ohhhh, fuck," she moaned. "That hur.......hurts," she gasped, though it did not seem he heard or cared.
"My god, girl ... you're so fucking tight," Robert allowed as he tried to press further into her body, defiling her inch by filthy inch. Blake felt herself blush a bit, torn between feeling exploited and a certain pride from hearing that all the care she had given to her body was appreciated in the most carnal way possible by the man now making her some combination of a woman, a slut, and a whore. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms tighter, spreading her thighs a bit more, offering herself up to him completely and feeling his cock run along each of the walls of her most delicate part. He thrust once more and she gave a jolt, her thighs crashing against his hips once more, holding him out just as soon as she had hoped to allow him within.
"This is gonna hurt a bit," he groaned from above. Blake took a hand and ran it through her hair, a nervous, preparatory move, before simply nodding that she knew and that it was okay, even if she felt inside as though it were not. Without further consultation, Robert began to draw his hips back and slammed against her as hard as he had so far. Then again and again, until she felt a release within that allowed him to seat himself fully inside her body. Blake winced and her forehead furrowed as she gave a piercing squeal before closing her eyes, which still allowed a single tear to slip out. She felt as if she had been ripped open with a hot iron, and yet she felt her insides grow wetter still as Robert planted the full length of his cock inside her for the first time. "Fuck, sweet thing," he said in her ear. "I don't think I've ever felt a pussy so tight in my life." She blushed again at the shame from the pride she felt at his words, and she pulled him tightly to her, the only response she could control, then unconsciously bit him lightly where his neck met his shoulder. It was then that he raised a bit to watch her as he began fucking her, now with rhythm and picking up speed. In moments, his hands were upon her hips, tugging her relentlessly against him, giving her the full length of his cock over and over and over, making her his own and using her for any pleasure he could take as he fucked her harder than she had imagined for this, her very first time. She began to lift her hips into him and her arms pulled back and over her head, her body now fully arched beneath him, only her upper shoulders and her feet touching the bed as she opened fully to him, her eyes looking over the length of her body, down her stomach, watching him bury himself inside her over and over again. She groaned with each vigorous thrust and she felt herself closer and closer to an orgasm until Robert staggered his strokes, gave a ragged groan and held her pussy to his waist as he unloaded shot after shot of cum deep inside her. She was relieved he couldn't get her pregnant, if indeed his words were true, and she collapsed her back to the bed, her stomach rising and falling with her rapid breath as his cock remained planted within her body. She watched him savor the moment and she even felt herself grinning and amused at how much he seemed to enjoy her, holding the grin until he opened his eyes, looking at her once more, before leaning down to kiss her nipple again.
"I enjoyed that," he said. She didn't know how to react, not yet.
"Good," she said, noncommittal, though truth would have told that she had enjoyed it as well. She winced again as he withdrew, his cock popping out of her pussy in a vulgar display of her recent conquering, and Robert rolled beside her in the bed, looking straight up to the ceiling. Blake turned on her side, facing him, enamored of the idea of how much power she felt as she watched him catch his breath and revel in what he had just done, knowing that she held the goods that made him feel and act this way, a far cry from the cocky, powerful male that had virtually commanded her to be here, to do this with him. She raised up and placed her head in her hand, resting on her elbow, her fingers of her other hand tracing up and down his chest as she was amused at his post-coital response. She watched his cock begin to stir again and she said nothing until he reached across and took her arm, making her eyes get a bit wider in surprise.
"I want you on top," he said. "I want you to fuck me." Blake gave a shy grin.
"Noooo," she protested, even as she lifted one leg and straddled him, lifting up and making sure that when she sat down again her slit rested only on the underside of his cock, pressed against his lower stomach. She watched his hands ride over her thighs and her hips, among her best features. She was flattered by the appreciation in his eyes and in the rigidity of his member, aching to be inside her once more. "I'm gonna be sore," she said, not lying but only using it as an excuse. Still, she began to rock her hips, sliding her pussy along his cock, teasing him as she acted like she was up for no more. "I think we need to wait a little while." She continued to rock. It was then that she felt a longing that she had not particularly felt before and she leaned over, pressing her naked body against his, and kissed him in a way that was certainly more than a peck and not quite so far as a full french kiss. Simply a taste. She did it again. Then a third time. She pulled back so that her face was only inches from his, her chest still against his and, saying nothing, reached her hand low to grab his cock as she lifted her hips and slid him inside her once more. As she lowered her hips, again taking him in, her eyes narrowed and her mouth opened into a low groan, then a sigh, as she took a second to feel just how full he made her. She didn't want to give him any further pleasure of knowing how much she did enjoy this. She still felt he was a terrible man. But her body thought differently in the glow of the moment, and she raised herself up, placed her hands squarely in the center of his torso, and began riding her hips up and down, slowly at first, and gaining speed. She closed her eyes as she did, thinking of, imagining her boyfriend beneath her, the man who should be here. She became angry at his father from taking this from Robbie -- from them. And as she did, she began fucking herself harder and faster on the man's cock, as if doing so did anything to harm him and nothing toward exactly how he wanted her to be.
