Virginal Mary-Jane has just finished High-School and is out celebrating. Joe is a 38-year-old teacher, recently divorced, who picks her out at a night-club as the girl with whom he would like to have a celebration of his own. Having lured her back to his home he overwhelms her with a lustful embrace, makes her strip and insists that she pleasure him orally. But having swallowed the results of Joe’s intense face-fucking, Mary-Jane realises that her evening is only beginning…
Somewhere in Mary-Jane's mind had lurked a vague idea that Joe would make do with offloading himself into her stomach, but as he took her by the arm and propelled her insistently down on to the bed, she realised with a lurching heart that it was not to be. At least, she consoled herself, he was not going to hurt her, not in any sadistic sense at any rate. He was just going to take her sexually any way he damn well chose.
She sat on the foot of the bed in helpless anticipation, as Joe tore himself free of shoes, socks and trousers. Then he stood before her, majestically naked, his bodily frame worked hard through athletic endeavour. His skin was swarthy, with a smattering of dark hair, just the way she liked it when covertly photographing men down by the lake during summer. Only this time that great, self-standing, masculine rod was on display to complete the picture. Even in her plight she had to acknowledge - her ravisher looked fabulous. And somehow, she could not have begun to say why, she wanted to please him, was almost desperate to make him happy.
'Go on, move up the bed.' He bore down on her, his cock swaying in front of him, and she scrambled backwards over the heavy bedspread with Joe prowling after her, like a beast choosing its moment to pounce.
Joe gazed on her again, with her wide-eyed, frightened-deer innocence and her erotic little body - those fully curved, big-nippled breasts of hers and those soft, gently shivering thighs, framing that secret little pussy-hole. Newly come of age and about to be seriously fucked for the first time. He crawled between her opening legs, and progressed low over her body, the peaks of her breasts brushing his chest, as he came face to face with her. Deftly he reached down and ran his fingers over her vulva, making her gasp. Yes, there was moisture there, but not yet enough to ease his passage inside her.
He kissed her feverish mouth, felt her tongue cleave to his once more and loved how she responded. Then he raised himself to his knees, took her breasts like firm, ripe peaches in his hands and groped them as she moaned and shut her eyes, hauling her off the bed at one point, so strong was his grip on her tits. She cried out a little in fright and he dropped her back down, descending in pursuit of her body and sucking up one of her nipples in his mouth, thrashing it vigorously with his tongue till it was hard. Now he heard her muttering noises of reluctant enjoyment, so he went to work on her other nipple, flicking and sucking it into erectness like the first. The same fingers as before probed between her pussy lips and discovered a deal more wetness than before. He released her well-sucked breast from his mouth and smiled at her in victory. It was time.
Mary-Jane's mind danced in a conflict of anxiety and excitement. She had not asked for the sensations which this man was wresting from her body. She had not offered her chaste sex up to him. Yet here he was, fitting his cock between her thighs, pressing it up against the entrance to her secret place... Where would he fit that massive organ, was there room up there? She had heard over and over that it hurt the first time - but how much? Joe was in press-up position, his face looming somewhere above hers, wearing an expression close to triumph. She tensed her body in expectation of what she was not sure. Then she felt the lips of her vagina prised apart... and he pushed. There was a sharp, rending pain that made her yelp aloud, then an awareness of his solid thickness right there, intruding into the tight space between her thighs. Oh God, he was inside her.
So she IS a virgin. What a sweet affirmation it was for Joe. How precious to break young M-J's hymen before anyone else got there. How perfect to do what he now did - to hold his head there for a moment, just past her slick maidenly entrance, before sinking himself with one full thrust into her previously unfucked pussy. To see her throw her head back against the pillow and cry out, as she was filled with cock for the first time. He gathered her tender body close to him on the bed, so that those lovely C-cup titties squeezed up against him, and prepared to take full advantage.
Oh my God!!! Mary-Jane thought she might swoon, as her untrained passageway was opened up and overloaded with that great iron shaft. It felt gigantic inside her, a breathtakingly hard male intrusion into her young body. He held himself there, clutching her back with strong hands, his broad wrestler's torso pressed against her bosom. She felt he could crush the breath from her lungs if he chose. 'Look at me, M-J,' she was instructed. 'Look at me while I fuck you.' Her eyes flicked to his and she felt his steely, blue-grey pupils boring into her, as he began to move his body on hers. His cock glided slowly back and forth inside her, its journey eased by the juices she had secreted in response to his mouth on her breasts. The initial pain had abated and been replaced by an overwhelming sense of his bigness - filling her, stretching back her walls and tunnelling its way to her very centre. He's taking my virginity, I can't believe it - he's taking my virginity... She was astounded too at the elastic property of her own pussy, how it could expand to take him all in.
He was starting to move faster and more fluidly now, his fingers brushing her face and his eyes still burning deep into hers, as he delivered long, even strokes, each of which packed his cock deep inside her. She could hear herself emit a little plaintive moan each time he thrust, a sound that seemed to compete with his regular involuntary grunt. 'Wrap your legs around me,' he told her. 'Go on, wrap those legs round my back. I want to go deeper.' Deeper? If he went any deeper, she thought, he might spear his way into her very chest cavity, but if that was what he wanted, if that would make it better for him...
How often, thought Joe, did you get to fuck pussy like this? Tight, young pussy that just moulded itself around the surface of your dick and squeezed. Fresh, juicy pussy, unprobed by any other rod. As Mary-Jane hooked her feet around his back, opened herself wide on his instruction, he thanked his stars and drove himself into that narrow, moistened crevice, until his cock-head connected with her cervix. She let out a startled cry, so he drew back and gave it to her again. And again. And then again. Fucking her deep, fucking her as if she were used to it.
'That's nice, M-J,' he panted, speeding up his rhythm and driving just as far. 'Stay like that. Take it like a good girl.' He was screwing her in earnest now, giving her a good, grown-up pumping - opening up that tight cunt. 'Keep your eyes on me!' he ordered, as her head began to loll distractedly about the pillow. Her reddened face turned back to his and she tried to regain focus. 'That's good... Now any time in the future some guy fucks you nice, just remember he really wants to do you like this.' And he let her have it even harder.
Mary-Jane could only lie there, her petite heels clinging to the strong back of her handsome captor, as he took his full pleasure. She wasn't being made love to - she was being fucked, she was being shafted, and every time her pussy was forced wide open by that plunging ramrod, she knew it. If Joe had any idea he was taking her girlhood, he obviously didn't give a shit. He was only interested in his own pounding, sweating, groaning enjoyment. His compact weight pressed down on her and droplets of sweat fell on to her face from his, as their bodies impacted. She felt she had given up all ownership of herself; all she knew was this urgent, throbbing presence inside her and that she was starting to respond to it physically. Starting to respond to his excitement.
Joe could feel the young pelvis moving in sync with his own for the first time. Her suddenly hardened nipples were protruding into his chest, her cunt self-lubricating and opening up to receive him completely. As she lay there scarlet-faced and helpless in his gripping arms, her body was yielding itself up to him, whether or not she wanted it. Pretty M-J was getting horny and it drove him wild, made him want to fuck her through the mattress. On fire with lust, he unleashed a barrage of furious strokes, his cock reaming its path to the very heart of his honey-skinned teen-girl. Forget delivering a long, slow screw - now he just wanted to bang the fuck out of her and get himself off again. He drove himself hard and relentlessly towards his satisfaction.
Oh-oh-oh- The sound was in her head, maybe she was shouting it out loud as well... Joe was fucking her like a machine gone out of control. He was skewering her to depths that she hadn't known were possible, invading and conquering her with his hardness, and she was - she could scarcely believe it - she was enjoying it! Enjoying the way this charming-man-turned-brute was furiously drilling her, as if all life depended on it. Enjoying the determined set of his jaw, the wildness in his eyes, the way his breath quickened, as he approached his...his... Oh God... Before she could dwell on the fact that he was about to come inside her pussy, he pulled himself out, clambered on to his knees and dragged her upwards, so that she was staring at his livid, pulsing cock, fresh from inside her.
'Suck it!' he demanded urgently. 'Suck it now!' She opened her mouth and let him shove himself inside, already hot and spasming. Her lips had only just wrapped around him, her mind only registered the musky taste of her own juice on his surface, when he spurted over her tongue, drenching her taste-buds in the salty flavour of his cum once more.
'Ohhhhhhh - fuck!' Joe's hips bucked, driving his cock repeatedly to the back of Mary-Jane's mouth, as his body divested itself of another sperm-load. He ended with a long, aching groan, as all his desire drained itself free of his body, into his nubile companion. 'Lick it all off my cock, that's a good girl. Go on, swallow it down - take your medicine.' He steadied himself and watched to make sure that she swallowed every trace. Oh yes - how perfect to finish off in a young girl's mouth.
Mary-Jane felt Joe's cock depart her once more and she subsided into a sweat-drenched haze, as he climbed off the bed and walked out of the room. Her mouth was suffused with the taste of his cum and there was a dull throb in her newly banged pussy. He had fucked her so, so deep and with such little restraint... She stared at the ceiling in an exhausted daze, wondering vaguely if she would allowed to get dressed and go home now. Joe returned a moment later, planting a soft kiss on her passive lips, then sat her up and placed on of two glasses of water in her hand. She drank gratefully and silently alongside him, the cool water refreshing her throat, following its second inundation with hot sperm.
She was allowed to finish, before Joe set both glasses aside and drew her wordlessly from the bed. His penis, she noticed, was hanging slack and heavy, but had not lost all of its earlier red-hued anger. He had taken her hand and was trailing her back into the hallway. She want with him as passively as a lamb, all power stripped from her along with her clothing and her virginity. She had no idea where they were going, but sensed that she was returning to her parents' house no time soon. Naked they walked through the house, like a lustful Adam and his newly deflowered Eve. At least one of them was experiencing Paradise that evening, of that much she was sure.
Her pussy was aching, a reminder if she needed one of how fully her innocence had been taken from her by Joe's ravaging cock. She felt her skin prickle, as the sweat evaporated from its surface. Joe was leading her into his open-plan living and dining area, flicking switches as he went. The light was bright in contrast to the bedroom and Mary-Jane felt her nakedness thrown into harsh, discomfiting relief. She glanced around to see the same evidence as in the hall of a house just recently moved into - sparsely furnished, with a few pieces of Japanese artwork on the walls. Similar paintings had hung in the bedroom, she hazily recalled; there had been too many potent distractions for her to take in a great deal more.
She stopped short of the dining-room table, with an electric jolt in her chest. In the centre of the table sat a silver tray, on which was heaped a mound of fine white powder, surrounded by various related accoutrements. She had seen enough television crime shows in her life to know what was going on here. Joe let go her hand and moved to the tray, where he scooped a liberal helping of the floury substance on to a small square of mirror. He then picked up a thoughtfully set-out razor blade and divided the powder neatly into three lines. It was obvious he was practised in what he was doing, furthermore that everything had been laid out carefully earlier on. It struck Mary-Jane fleetingly that an awful lot of planning had gone into this evening.
'You want some?' he asked quite seriously, picking up a tiny tube of engraved silver.
'No,' she said, startled and hoping desperately that he would not force her to try any. 'No thanks, I don't do that.' How could he even imagine it something she would do? What type of a girl did he think he had in his house? But even as those thoughts occurred to her, she still hoped her refusal would not displease him.
Her host, however, seemed unconcerned. 'Sure, whatever.' Bending down to the table, he applied the miniature tube to his nose and within a matter of seconds had efficiently snorted up all three lines of cocaine. Mary-Jane watched in wide-eyed astonishment. A High School teacher, taking class-A drugs in front of her, as casually as though he were popping a breath mint. A High School teacher who had just fucked HER - a girl who last Spring could have been a student at his school. And he had seemed so perfect... She observed the muscular flex of his broad back and hard buttocks, as he finished taking his hit, and wondered at how she still found this appalling, debauched man attractive.
It amused Joe that Mary-Jane had seemed as shocked by the cocaine as by the recent introduction into her body of his dick. Quite the little suburban goody-two-shoes. Well she was having her cosy world shaken up tonight, that was for sure, and it wasn't over yet. 'Let's go sit down,' he said, having wiped clean his irritated nostrils. He took her by the wrist and she padded with mute obedience over the carpet, back to the living-area. 'Go on, relax.' He guided her smooth, eighteen-year-old bottom down beside him on the living-room's red leather sofa, then he picked up the TV remote and flicked through the channels, until he hit on a re-run of Dallas
. He settled back, his hand resting intimately on Mary-Jane's, and let the drug course its way through his bloodstream.
He was under no illusion that cocaine directly enhanced his sexual performance, nor did he need any help in that regard; already his body was reviving, in preparation for another energetic bout of copulation. But it did serve to sharpen his senses, heighten his enjoyment - motivate him to deliver a better, longer, harder fuck mid-way through a long evening session. And there it was - the beginning of his rush, stimulating his whole system, increasing his sensory awareness of the warm, lithe body beside him. He could almost sense the blood pumping back to engorge his dick all over again.
Mary-Jane was barely aware of what show she was watching. How she had ended up sitting nude on the sofa of an equally naked, cocaine-snorting stranger twice her age, she could not fathom. Two hours previously she had been chatting animatedly with her friend under the disco lights about boys and College and music. Now a prisoner some few miles from her own home, she was divested of clothes and dignity, the sexual plaything of a depraved, albeit good-looking High School teacher.
She could sense this was only a respite, that soon Joe was going to fuck her again and at least as hard as the last time. She wondered if her pussy could take it, throbbing as it was from its premier pounding. Yet at the same time she was near-desperate not to seem like a silly girl; somehow she still wanted to be a proper woman for him. He deserved nothing from her and she knew it, but there it was in the heart of her - an unaccountable, perverse desire to bring him satisfaction. Why...? She perceived some rhythmic movement beside her and glanced cautiously to see what it was. Her sofa buddy was still watching television, while steadily stroking his cock.
There it was, thought Joe - old faithful. Stirring to life, getting ready to deliver. Joe crept his hand to Mary-Jane's inner thigh and instantly increased the flow of blood to his swelling cock. His fingers pressed into the buttery softness of her flesh close by her pussy, and he enjoyed the resultant quickening of her breath, letting it fuel his masturbation. He slid his hand upwards, raking his fingers through her cropped pubic hair, exploring the smooth concave of her stomach under his palm, ultimately cupping her breast and kneading it firmly. He spat on his fingers and felt her body shuddering under his touch, as he traced them around her broad areola, before tugging on the engorged point of her nipple. She gave a helpless little aching moan - it seemed the most erotic sound he had ever heard. In his hand his cock turned to tempered steel.
Mary-Jane squirmed under Joe's touch, currents of shameful excitement running through her body. This man scarcely knew her, yet he acted like it was his place to do with her body whatever he liked! Had she acted in the club like this was what she wanted? Was it because she had kissed him back? Did he think her a tease?
She felt him release his hold on her breast as he suddenly rose, then he was standing in front of her proudly, hand still moving on his cock. 'See? Look how hard it is.' He sounded excited, like he was showing off a wonder of nature. There was no exaggeration, however - it was as imposing and rock-like as before, only this time she knew just what it could do to her. 'Take it in your hand. Go on, see what it feels like.' She gripped it this time, the way she thought he would like, and felt its adamantine solidity between her fingers. 'See? See how hard it is for you? See what that hot little body of yours does to it? Go on, stroke it.'
She began to draw her hand up and down the shaft as firmly as she dared, watching in disturbed fascination how the near-translucent skin moved over the map of veins beneath. 'Go on M-J, don't be shy. Pump it.' She tightened her grip and gave him what he wanted. And when he told her to spit on it, she did that too, massaging his thick pole with her saliva-slickened hand, caressing the great head in her palm, feeling how it bulged. If Pammie could see her innocent friend now, she thought with a mortified flush; perched nude on the sofa - an obedient teenage sex slave, masturbating a grown man. Pumping his cock like it was a gear stick, manoeuvring him up through levels of increasing lust to an inevitable end...
It had been a long time since Joe had felt this alive, or this profoundly male. He stared at Mary-Jane's flushed face and the gentle undulation of her breasts as she worked his dick. She looked so timid and earnest down there, so totally out of her depth. What he was doing was reprehensible, he knew. It was shameful and self-indulgent. But he didn't care, because it made his cock so fucking hard. He let her stoke up his furnace a little longer - the sight of her was so damned appealing - then he lifted her from the sofa by the arm and pulled her into a tight clinch, so she could have the benefit of his stiffness flat against her belly. Breaking the kiss he gazed into her panting face, his heart pounding, his drug-inflamed desire raging within him. He had fucked her throat, then her cunt. And that night he was going to break in ALL her holes. He was going to leave nothing for any other man. Now that would make the evening perfect. 'Come on, back to the bed.'
Mary-Jane was taken aback at how suddenly Joe propelled her into his bedroom. She stumbled a little, as she was pulled there in his wake, and knew from his sudden haste that it was time again and that he was not going to be gentle. When is this going to end? she wailed inwardly, but there were newer emotions at work along with her foreboding.
They were only a few steps into the room, when he flung her face down on to the bed, with an aggressive vigour that he had not even demonstrated during their initial bedroom encounter. 'Stay there on all fours, don't move,' he ordered, as she brushed her hair out of her eyes. He was going to the bedside table, seizing a bottle of something - baby oil, she thought - and moving back behind her hastily, his erection waving buoyantly before him with the rapid motion. God, this time he was going to take her from behind! But why the baby oil?
'What are you...?'
'I'm going to fuck your ass, Mary-Jane. With a little help from this.' What? No, no, no, surely he wouldn't! Surely he would spare her that much... But his grip on her thighs as he determinedly hoisted her posterior high into the air suggested otherwise.
Joe set the bottle aside and lovingly ran his hands from the small of Mary-Jane's back over the gentle curve of her buttocks. Below, her cunt lips protruded, puffed and reddened, from between her upper thighs. Even amidst his ardour he paused in a moment of awe. His palms circled her butt cheeks, then he parted the smooth ovals like segments of ripe fruit. There it was, the tender pink-grey star of her anus, virgin and unstretched. His cock pulsed a little harder at the sight of where it was about to go. Spurred back into action he picked up the bottle, unscrewed the cap and dripped warm baby oil on to the puckered little entrance. The object of his attention emitted the faintest whimper, as he did so...Oh no - oh please - don't do this...
Though the words sounded in Mary-Jane’s head, she somehow did not speak them. She writhed under Joe's manhandling of her ass, however, and at the sensation of oil percolating its way into her rectum, but he held her firmly. 'Hold still!' It was the sharpest he had spoken to her all evening. She felt more of the warm liquid dribbling about her anus, then yelped at the alarming intrusion of a finger into her most private entry. This wasn't right, it shouldn't be happening! Not in her real life... She had read about it in her book, but that was fantasy! Her anal muscles had tightened around Joe's finger in response to its bold intrusion and now he was wiggling it about inside her, exploring her rectal walls. It was too much to bear... Now he was extracting himself, pouring more oil on a quietly gurgling path into her ass, then inserting another longer digit to spread the fluid around some more.
There, that would make things go more smoothly. Joe pulled his finger out of Mary-Jane's rear and plumped it a little higher to let the oil drain further inside her. Then he laced his palm with the stuff and smeared it up and down the entire surface of his erect dick, setting the bottle aside. Done. Now it was time to fuck some teen ass.
Mary-Jane felt a rush of nipple-hardening panic, as Joe placed that solid cock-head of his against her anal ring. No, this wasn't real. She was trapped in some cheap piece of pornographic fiction - The Violation of Mary-Jane
- in which 'a young girl is lured back to a suburban home, to be used mercilessly all night by a handsome stranger'. She felt his fingers on her ass cheeks, as he steadied himself, then he pushed and entered her suddenly. She squealed at the sharpness of the pain. No no no no - not that, not that...
For the first time that night Joe felt Mary-Jane attempt to get away from him. She made a desperate scramble for the top of the bed, trying to escape the cock that he was sticking into her asshole. He grabbed her tightly by the waist, enjoying this additional sport. 'Oh no, you're not going anywhere,' he said, his voice thick with sexual relish. Then gathering her writhing body back to him, he delivered a single mighty thrust and impaled her fully on the long, thick inches of his cock.
It felt to Mary-Jane that a great, white-hot spike had been driven right up her ass. She screamed at the sudden, brutal intrusion, tears welling up in her eyes, as Joe held her fast, bayoneted there on his hard rod. He gave her only a moment to adjust to his steel presence in her rectum, then his organ began to pump in and out vigorously, with zero regard for her suffering backside.
Mary-Jane's mournful wails hardly registered in Joe's mind, so high was he on cocaine and adrenalized lust. Clinging to her delicate waist as he drilled that peach of an ass, watching her curvaceous little body shudder on the bed from the force of his driving pelvis, all that mattered was how incredible a time he was having. Christ, her ass was tight; he could not remember having his cock rammed up so narrow a crevice. Had he not emptied two loads down her throat earlier on, the intense pressure from her rectal tunnel would have already sucked the sperm straight out of his balls. So her very first ass-pounding was hurting her some - well the little lady would just have to get used to it, wouldn't she?
For what seemed an age, but might have been hardly more than a minute, Mary-Jane's asshole was seared with pain. In her young life she had experienced nothing like it. She howled aloud, tears rolling down her face from the fire in her back passage. Then suddenly, thankfully, as if the lubricant had been sufficiently spread around her innards to smooth Joe's rampant in-and-out motion, the worst of it seemed to pass. To pass and change...
The shock of the fiery sensation dissipated, giving way to a formidable sense of being filled and owned. Joe's powerful hands had laid claim to her around the waist, while his huge, rigid wedge of flesh was opening up her ass at every thrust. She had drifted off that night on a romantic daydream and ended up wide awake and naked on all fours, being fucked like a dog. And it was hot. The word was Pammie's, not hers, but incredibly it described how she felt. Being screwed wantonly, obscenely, on Joe's bed was hotter than she could ever have believed.
She was at his mercy, and he himself was in thrall to his own lust - wildly, desperately using her body to satisfy the sex urge that raged within him. She could hear his voice again, now that the pain had ceased to scream in her head, muttering almost dementedly. 'Oh God - ohhh God, your ass is so fucking tight - oh shit, fuck that ass, fuck that tight little teenage ass... Ohhh - so good, so fffucking good...' It was his heightened sexual enjoyment that was doing it to HER, as if his frenzied, male excitement was channelling itself into her via his cock. Her nipples were hard now not from panic, but from unexpected, utterly shameful pleasure. She could feel a warm, liquid sensation in her belly, could sense her own sex starting to swell and throb. And still he persisted in ramming her hole, supplying a lewd commentary the whole time.
'Come on... Take it - take it - take it up your fucking ass! You weren't expecting this, eh? Weren't expecting this when you went out tonight...' Joe fastened one hand to Mary-Jane's shoulder, the better to brace her, and his loins impacted against her buttocks in a long series of resounding smacks, as his cock delved so satisfyingly deep. 'If daddy could see his little princess now... He'd get quite a shock, right? Well you're my
good girl now, so you just keep taking it up that tight hole!' He slipped his hand down to cup her breast and felt how hard her nipple was - a swollen, protruding bud of arousal. Instinctively he put his other hand to her pussy and thrilled with delight. It was more than moist like earlier, there was a veritable marshland between her legs, all but dribbling its juice down her thighs. 'Oh my God, you're soaking!' he said in awe, and he eased off in his pounding, so that his fingers could fully explore her juicy cunt. 'You're fucking LOVING this!' As a renewed rush of excitement flooded through him, he clamped both his hands to her firm hips and went insane on her luscious, eighteen-year-old ass. 'You - hot - little - bitch!'
Mary-Jane felt sure he was going to fuck her through the bedroom wall. At every stroke his cock roared into her constricting tunnel like an express train; then his muscular body would slam against her, his manhood hammering the very depths of her rectal cavity. Her ass was being unforgivingly brutalised, and it was making her wetter and hornier by the moment.
'Touch yourself,' she heard Joe command. 'Go on, rub your clit.' She was well-enough acquainted with her body and with pornographic literature to know exactly what he meant; reaching between her legs, she began flicking her engorged little button, feeling rivulets of her own juice running down her fingers from her swimming pussy. It was like her previously intact sex had peeled open like a ripe fruit; she was hot and pulsing, from her lips to her cervix. She knew this feeling of swiftly mounting tension well from her solo night-time play, but here she had the added factor of a thirty-eight-year-old High School teacher’s massively erect cock plugging her other hole. This was crazy, it was unreal! Somewhere out there she could hear her own wild moaning, as if it were coming from a different place. The truth of Joe's next words was undeniable, but could scarcely believe it.
'You're going to come...' Joe knew it from her plaintive sobs of arousal, how they rose so rapidly in pitch. He knew it from how she frenetically set about her clitoris and from the way her whole body tightened in anticipation. It all helped him sustain his savage banging of her asshole, as he rocketed towards his own completion. 'You're going to come like a horny bitch! Come on, come for me M-J, let me hear you! Let it all out! Fucking do it for me!'Oh Jesus... Oh Jesus, I'm doing it... I'm coming.
..The sensations that had been accumulating in Mary-Jane's pussy suddenly crescendoed and exploded through her entire body, while she cried aloud. Joe's hands stayed locked on her waist, as the mad ecstasy surged through her like a dam-burst. For those few moments she seemed utterly changed; the girl who had strolled wide-eyed into The Butterfly Suite had burst from her cocoon transformed into the naked, orgasming bitch Joe surely wanted her to be. The almighty burst of climactic energy shuddered its way through her, leaving her spent and sweat-soaked on the bed, then suddenly...
Joe pulled out of her ass, his balls already starting to pump. Her mouth - find her mouth again - make her suck him off straight out of her own ass - make this sweet girl his dirty little whore...
'Open up!' She had one tiny moment to contemplate the nastiness of his demand, as he knelt in front of her, shoving his slimy, hard cock to her lips; then he was in her mouth again, spurting past her larynx the same instant and yelling his customary filth. 'Oh fuck yeah - fuck yeah - take it like a bitch! Ohhhh - my - God!!!'
Any mustiness from his cock's recent trip up her ass was quickly overwhelmed by the now familiar flavour of his sperm, as it washed about her mouth. She gulped him down on cue, sucked on the head to drain him of his final offerings, licked him clean - all that he had taught her during their earlier lesson. The whole time he kept his hands laid on her head, his orgasmic obscenity subsiding into aching, post-coital groans. But when she went to release him from her mouth, his hands remained firm in their grip. 'Hold it there...hold it there...' He held her fast, giving her no choice. His member, she realised in bemusement, had lost virtually none of its firmness on her tongue.
'Keep sucking,' she was told quietly, and confused but meekly compliant, she continued her oral exertions. 'Come on, get it hard again.' Hard? He had come three times - he should be all worn out by now, surely! But there he was, returning to the same bone-hard state as before in her sucking mouth. Was this never going to end? She all but faltered, worn out as she was from the night's bizarre events and her own recent orgasm, but Joe's still lustful encouragements were always there to keep her on track, to keep her busy. Like the dutiful little cocksucker he had made her. She felt him pull on her hair and begin to pump.
Joe might have been content to let things be on another night, but on this, his drug-fuelled birthday celebration, every cell in his body demanded more. He had this petite beauty, fresh out of High School, for one night only and he knew he had another shot left in him to do the occasion justice. Back on rigid form, he built up a steady in-and-out fuck-motion, exhorting Mary-Jane to suck him harder. He had her slaver over every inch of his erection, to slurp on his bloated balls and to work her tongue into the very eye of his cock, until once again he felt almost painfully hard. Then he shoved himself to the very back of her guzzling mouth. But more was needed to get him off this time and he knew it. Without extracting himself, he rolled her over, swinging himself astride her face and locking her upper body between his thighs. Now that was more fucking like it.
Mary-Jane was shocked to find herself on her back again, but more so at what happened next. Joe leaned his whole body weigh forward against the bed-head and thrust his maleness all the way down her throat like a stake. He launched a few penetrating strokes down her airway, forcing her to suck desperately through her nose again, but obviously decided he was still not going deep enough. With one hand he grabbed the back of her head and forced her on to him as far as she would go, so that her nose pressed into his pubic curls and his balls nestled under her chin. Then he held her tight and fucked her throat with a ferocity that astounded her even more than the first time. His crude mutterings merged with the sounds of wet suction emanating from her throat, as she was glutted on his unrepentantly hard cock. She recalled pictures of those ridiculous blow-up dolls, with their comical open mouths inviting male insertion. That was now her, she realised - an open-mouthed fuck-doll, whose purpose was to facilitate this man's gratification. A gratification that, through his delivery of a protracted oral shafting, finally grew near.
'Come on - come on -' Joe urged himself, as he clung to the girl's head and assaulted her throat. 'Fuck that bitch, fuck that horny little bitch...' He knew he was good for it, he knew he had that final, ball-emptying climax in him. Go for it, fucking go for it! Pump that bitch's throat! 'Come on!' he roared wildly, as the beginning of a victorious fourth rush came upon him. 'Swallow that cock! Suck it like a fucking slut, you hear me? Like a fucking little whore! FUCKING SUCK IT!!! Oh shit...Oh fuck... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!'
Mary-Jane felt Joe's cock slam down her oral tunnel one last time, her face ground into his belly, while a bestial, orgasmic scream echoed about the room, like his soul was being ripped from his body. She felt the hot spurt of his cum deep in her throat and the slow trickle towards her stomach, while her head and upper body absorbed the violent tremors that tore their way through him. He held her until her head had fully served its function, then he let her go, his great organ flopping from its home in her mouth, as her head dropped back on to the bed. Slick with sweat he rolled off her and collapsed next to her limp form, where he lay for a few breathless moments, before giving voice to his thoughts. 'Sweet Jesus, that was amazing!'
She lay in a fucked stupor, aware of Joe's recumbent presence beside her and little else. Was that it, or was it just another brief respite, until his cock had miraculously sprung back to life again? She was not sure she had anything left to give this demanding man, had even got the strength to climb off the bed. Joe lay next to her until his breathing returned to normal. Then he rose and sat on the edge of the bed, in an apparent moment of contemplation. 'Right,' she heard him say. 'Time to get you home to mom and dad.'
They dressed in silence, Mary-Jane not even having washed. There was a throbbing in both her pussy and asshole, and the residual taste of semen in her mouth. Joe brought her another glass of water and then almost before she knew, she was back in his sports car, while he brought her the short journey home. Virtually nothing passed between them, beyond her softly whispered directions and his casual acknowledgements. After two hours' deranged fucking of her inexperienced body, what was left to be said? She sat in her own dazed thoughts, wondering at the night's staggering turn of events.
Joe sat at the wheel with the serenity of a man who had fucked himself dry. His birthday gift to himself had proved more delicious than he had even imagined and he enjoyed his final moments in the company of his perfect young guest. On the fringes of his consciousness was a familiar, threatening darkness. Soon his cocaine high would give way to the usual emptiness. In the morning the gnawing reality of his defeated life would still be there - the ashen aftermath of divorce and the prospect of yet one more year in a job he had never wanted.
But at least there was sex. At least there was the joy of picking up a sweet, naïve virgin like the one who sat beside him and making her his own personal fuck-slut. Thank Christ there was still that. A mutinous thought rose up in his mind. Maybe he would do the same thing again; maybe the next time he would choose a Senior girl from his own place of work, just to see if he could get away with it. Not some pouting, cheerleading prick-tease, the type who would spread her legs for him at the drop of a pompom, no - it had to be someone with the same pretty innocence. Someone who had that special M-J factor...
The car turned a corner on to Mary-Jane's block. 'Could you drop me off here?' she asked timidly, before they had arrived at her house. It was hard to find her voice in the presence of this man, who had imposed his sexual will on her so completely, but she desperately did not want Joe drawing up in front of her parents' house.
'Sure.' She was relieved when he pulled up a few hundred yards shy of her home. He sat still as she undid her safety strap. No more getting out to open the door for her; long gone was the gentleman from The Butterfly Suite. But then she felt his hand, soft on her shoulder, and when she turned her head, he touched his lips briefly to hers like a lover. She stared into his eyes, taken aback by this moment of tenderness. 'I'm glad I met you, M-J,' he told her gently. 'You were one hot little fuck. Now get your sweet ass off home and when you're there, you dream of all the things I did to you with my dick.' He lightly kissed her astonished face. 'Go.'
As the car drove off, Mary-Jane stood on the roadside, clutching her purse and staring blankly after the vehicle, after the handsome, god-like man, who had charmed his way into her life and divested her of all her innocence in a few short hours. Then she trotted down the path towards her parents' drive, unsteady and aching, a host of emotions blanketed beneath her overwhelming exhaustion. The sense of her own girlish stupidity; what had she been thinking of, getting into a stranger's car, however charming or handsome she found him? The horrible knowledge that she had been duped - taken in by a suave actor, then used for his entertainment and casually chucked away. The confusion at how she had tried so desperately to meet his demands - at first perhaps through fear, but later because she did not want to refuse anything to a man that gorgeous. But most of all the shame at having felt excitement. He did not deserve her excitement, did not deserve to see her squirm and shudder with sudden, intense pleasure, did not deserve to see her come so very hard... She let herself into the house discretely and stole up the stairs as silently as a thief, desperate not to wake either of her parents. Then she washed her face and rinsed her mouth, convinced the taste of Joe's sperm still lingered there. Showering would have to wait till the morning. Wearily she undressed and slipped into bed, nursing sore reminders of where Joe had shoved himself. The private drawer of her bedside table remained locked. In it were a diary for 1979, in which August 25th would never be written up, and a cheap sex novel, the sordid episodes of which would never again seem like fiction.
'You find what you were looking for?'
'Hmmm? Oh yes - yes, thanks,' Mary-Jane said distractedly, handing the 1979 yearbook back to the Fraser High secretary who had hunted it out for her. She walked out of the building, a kaleidoscope of images from that distant evening whirling across her mind's eye. Little wonder her eighteen-year-old self had so easily fallen prey to Mr Joseph Sadler; he had looked such a pleasing specimen of adult masculinity.
It struck her as odd sometimes, that she had not suffered any real trauma as a result of the encounter; the next day she had felt painful and foolish, and had certainly never shared her story with Pammie, what with the twists it had taken, but the incident had not caused the emotional upheaval some might have expected. That night with Joe had been, if not buried in her mind, certainly tucked away in the same mental space as her night-time reading. It cropped up only when she masturbated late at night, as if it were as much a fantasy as the tawdry story of Violet. Her life had continued as normal with College, dating and relationships, one of which had led into hasty marriage and the birth of her children. Then divorce and the tough practicalities of single parenthood. She loved the kids more than her own life, but their father she would have happily forgotten. Eventually there was dating once more, occasionally developing into a full-on fling, and just maybe she was starting to search for another committed relationship.
But her secret thoughts, they had been more lacking in convention. Years after The Butterfly Suite incident she still fingered herself to thoughts of being ass-fucked and throat-fucked without compromise, dragged about the bed and pounded halfway to oblivion by some lust-maddened male, then made to swallow everything he gave her. It was what she had always angled for with her male partners - her friends would have been shocked had they known it.
This afternoon she would drive home and shut herself up in her room while her kids were still at school; then she would frig herself silly as usual to computer downloads of grown men shafting pretty girls fresh out of Senior High, taking them greedily and roughly in every tender hole. Men who should know better, but who had access to young female flesh and took full advantage, heedless of anything other than getting themselves off. Men like Joe. And this afternoon they would be Joe. As with him, nothing could justify their behaviour, yet nothing made Mary-Jane come harder than the thought of their fierce, selfish pleasure.
The nice guys weren't so different, she thought. Never had she met a man, however mild-mannered, however 'reconstructed' , who wasn't deeply aroused to find, beneath her sweetness, her desire to be used so roughly. Those gentlemanly faces lit up like it were Christmas when they realised they could drain their balls down her throat, or recklessly pound her ass. Oh yes, she knew what men wanted, what all men wanted, or most - the exact same thing as Joe Sadler. And that far-off August night he had been ready to fucking take it.
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