The Other Side - Sleepy Breeding

I had been stalking this girl online for months and months, trying to set up a time and place I could get her. And now here she was, just waiting to be taken advantage of.

I followed her down a few blocks and around a few turns until we pulled up to a red light.

The light took ages to change colors, and the whole time I was hoping I wouldn't see anyone else from the dinner party pull up next to her and offer her a ride home. Luckily for me that never happened. The light turned green and... she didn't drive.

I honked my horn.

Nothing.

I held the horn for a few seconds.

Still nothing.

This road went straight through the woods; there wasn't a single house in sight. I pulled off to the side of the road, got out and ran over to her car.

"Asleep at the wheel, huh?" I said as I tapped on the window.

I opened the door and she slumped out, and I had to lean down to catch her before she cracked her head on the ground.

I lifted her up, one arm around her and one hand under her ass, like any good conscientious creep, and I leaned her against the car as I opened the back door. Then I threw her in the back, got in the driver's side and pulled her car off to the side of the road too.

This one would have to be quick and dirty. In and out before too many people drove by. I turned on the lights in the car and climbed into the back on top of her, and in that surprisingly roomy space I negotiated her pants and panties off and then pushed her legs up and apart.

She had a mess of ginger hair covering a plump pussy that almost looked fat in comparison to the rest of her thin form.

My dick was hard instantly. I could only imagine what my cum would look like bubbling up around the base of my cock at the mouth of that mound of flesh.

"Hurry up, idiot," I muttered to myself.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to me, and then I unzipped my jeans and got those off along with my boxers.

Now I was ready to finally get a taste of this girl I had been eyeing for so long. I stared at her pussy as I pushed my dick up against the lips, barely reacting when she whimpered. And with an impatient growl, I thrust my full length into her tight pussy.

She squealed like a child and I look at her face.

She was wide awake and staring up at me.

"You're going to fuck me," she said, breathing like she'd just run a mile.

I didn't move for a long time. I didn't know what to say. But I sure as hell wasn't turning back now, so I nodded and put a hand against her stomach. She was up on her elbows, and I wanted her flat on her back. I pushed her down.

"You're going to cum inside," she muttered, and when I nodded she bit her lip.

Then I lay flat against her, between her legs, crushing her under my weight. Her lips were up against my ear so I could hear every ragged breath as I closed my arms around her to pin her in place. I thrust forward, trying to bottom out my dick inside her.

She grunted loud and I felt her stomach tighten under mine. My dick had brushed up against something inside her—something small and a little hard. Now, I had read about girls with shallow pussies. You didn't need much of a big dick to brush up against their cervix, and if you did, most of the time they would curl up and cry. By all descriptions, it was a deep, sour kind of pain that spread up the base of your stomach and made your legs weak—and while some girls hated it, for some reason some girls fucking loved it.

Judging by the fact that she lifted her legs and planted her feet against the ceiling, practically inviting me to go as deep as I could, I guessed that she was the kind of girl who fucking loved it.

A cumslut and a painslut. Dreams do come true.

Well if that's what she wanted, I could give that to her—I made sure each thrust was slow and hard, and that every time I drove my dick inside her, I bumped up against that absolute limit in the depths of her pussy, crushing the swollen head of my dick against her cervix and eliciting a deep, bestial grunt as her whole body winced each time. I'd figured some girls just liked how it felt to be touched there, but it seemed like she genuinely was in agony and wanted it to continue. Like she wanted to be punished. Well, I was there to punish her.

So I obliged her gladly, only thrusting harder and faster the more she whined and shrunk under me. I fucked her so hard the wet sound of our sweaty crotches smacking filled that hot car, mixing with her grunting and my heavy breathing so that anyone who might've heard us without seeing what was happening would have thought an animal was being killed somewhere out in these woods.

She withstood the pain for some time, only gritting and baring it at first, but then it must have built up beyond her limits, because suddenly her breathing was becoming shaky, and instead of grunting with each thrust she was making little mouse noises and closing her legs against me.

"Okay okay okay," she said in a tiny, squeaky voice, her whole face scrunched up and red.

She wanted me to stop—so I fucked her as hard as I could, and I punished that sore, sensitive spot deep inside her so bad her whole body was shaking like a leaf and her knees bent up and she was exhaling every groan from deep within her gut. Helpless. Trapped. And her pussy was dripping wet.

She went silent for maybe ten seconds max, though each second felt like an eternity, and then finally she gave in and had a full-body, mind-rending orgasm, letting out loud, throaty noise as her eyes rolled all the way back in her head. This was a forced orgasm, no doubt about it, and it seemed like every second of it was overloading her senses. I could feel her pussy close against my dick, hot and warm and quaking hard like a vibrator.

I buried myself as deep as I could, rutting the head of my dick right against her cervix before gushing inside her fat mound of a pussy.

And so there we lay, her still clenching on my dick and possibly feeling every spurt of cum I was pouring inside her, and me burying my face into the side of hers as I caught my breath. I made sure every drop of cum I spilled was spilled inside of her—I had to finish the scheme, after all.

"Oh god," she whispered. "Oh god it's too much, can you just pull back a little please, it's too much pressure on that spot." She tried scooting back, but I tightened my bear hug on her and kept her there, and she scrunched up her face and sucked in a deep breath as I pushed up against her, making sure my dick was pressed right against her cervix.

"God," she said. "Oh my god, you are so..." She seemed to run out of words mid sentence. She swallowed a lump of spit and continued. "It hurts," she whined. "God it hurts so bad."

"Shut up," I said in her ear.

"Yes," she said. She swallowed another lump of spit and gasped for air. "I liked it. It hurts, but I liked it, I promise. I know it's weird, I know I'm weird, but I kind of have a thing for stuff like this."

I said nothing.

"I know I'm so weird, but god, I wish we could do something like this again sometime."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"I'm Tracy," she said.

Dr. Lenox loved talking to her students outside of class. She often went to their favorite hangouts just to meet up with them and get to know them. When she showed up at that bar, she was literally looking for a girl named Tracy. Doc wasn't the target, but I figured the girl she was looking for might be. So I tracked her down over the course of months and realized Tracy was a student of Doc's—exactly the kind who would get invited to one of her dinner parties.

So I made sure I knew which one she'd show up to, and I made sure I attended, and I made sure I sat next to her, and I made sure I put my straw in her drink.

I wanted to set everything right by finding the original poster from the forums and helping her push to the other side of her fantasy. If I could do that, I thought, maybe some divine kind of karma would free me from my desire to do this to unwilling girls.

Maybe finding Tracy would fix me.

"Tracy," I said with a sigh. "I know who you are."

"You do?"

"Of course. I missed you at the bar."