Yours Ch. 01

Every few seconds she bobbed deeper, another quarter of an inch or so. After a few minutes of this amazing routine, she had about almost half of my cock in her mouth, and she wasn't slowing. As she continued, I felt my cock head push against her throat, and keep on sliding down. When she finally stopped, there was only two inches left of my cock outside. She inhaled sharply through her nose and pushed hard.

I couldn't believe it.

She moaned loudly, the vibrations adding to the pleasure, as she finally took the last of my cock inside her.

Her lips were firmly wrapped around the base, and her tongue was licking against my balls. She'd done it. It felt insanely good, my mind was going blank from the sensation. I could feel every inch of my cock as I never had before, the whole thing was so warm and tingling with pleasure. I was suddenly so glad I'd made her do this.

She held this pose for maybe 10 seconds before slowly, but steadily, lifting her head off my cock. It looked bizarre, like a magic trick, all these inches of thick cock, drenched with spit, just flowing out of her hot little mouth. I groaned as she pulled back. When she reached the head, she pulled out it from between her lips with a pop, kissed it lightly, and rapidly swallowed the entire thing again. She repeated this a few times, swallowing, her lips sinking down to the base, then slowly sliding up.

I entered her completely over and over. I literally felt like I was going to pass out, I'd never felt anything this mind-blowingly good.

Just as my cock left her mouth for about the tenth time, I stood up suddenly and grabbed her head. I plunged my dick deep into her wet throat as hard as I could, and started thrusting in and out. She was moaning loudly, but didn't resist. She brought her hands up to my sides, digging her fingers into my hips for support. She kept her head still as I fucked her mouth. The sound of her hot, moist throat filled the room. My mind was completely blank as I came hard, pumping my hot cum down her swallowing throat. My hips continued on their own, making little jerking thrusts with each shot. When I was done, my knees felt so weak I could barely stand.

I fell backwards into the chair, grunting at the sensation of my still-hard cock sliding once more out of her throat. She stayed on her knees with her eyes closed, panting heavily.

The only sound in the room for a few minutes was our strained breathing.

When she opened her eyes, she seemed to be in some sort of trance. She slowly looked up at me.

"Did I do good?" she asked quietly. Her voice was a low purr, heavy with arousal.

I didn't say anything.

"I wanted to do good for you...I wanted to make you feel good..."

She crawled towards me on all fours. My cock had begun to soften, and she leaned over to it and kissed it softly on the shaft. She closed her eyes and rested her head on my lap, like a dog would.

"I kept practising, every night...I wanted to take your whole cock...I wanted to feel you cum in my throat..."

It seemed like submitting to me, being used or hurt by me, put her into this docile little daze. Fucking her mouth the way I did seemed to have a powerful effect on her.

I finally found the strength to reply.

"Stand up." I said.

She slowly stood. She was relaxed, her eyes heavy lidded, and her lips parted. She stared straight ahead.

"Spread your legs." I said.

She shifted her weight slightly and moved one leg out. Her pussy was so wet that the lubrication was literally flowing down her legs. Her inner thighs were completely soaked, and the liquid was continuing to slide down, some trails of it reaching almost to she sides of her knees. I reached out and gently ran my finger along her thigh, sliding it around in the slick moisture. She shivered at the slight contact, and let out a small moan.

"Why haven't you made yourself cum?" I asked.

"Because...you said...I'm not allowed." she answered, her breath catching.

"Does that matter? It's your body, isn't it?" I asked.

She seemed to consider this for a moment.

"But...I'm your slut." she said simply.

"Yes...you are. And you've been a good little slut for me..."

She slowly turned to looked me in the eye.

"I have? I wanted so badly to take your whole cock...did I do good?"

"It was good. And now you get your reward."

Her eyes widened. She began to show signs of normality, as her body began to fidget and squirm.

"Yesss...please yes, I need it, please..." she whimpered.

"Go lie down on the bed." I said.

She let out a little squeal of delight and walked to the bed, suddenly animated with joy, bouncing happily as she moved. She pulled the covers all the way back and lay down.

I stood up and undressed fully. My cock was rock hard again, and as I walked over to her it swayed back and forth with my steps. She stared at it, as if imagining what it would feel like inside her.

"There...there are condoms, in the bottom drawer...I'm...I'm on the pill, but if you want..." she said, gesturing to where she'd pulled the cucumber from.

I walked around and opened the drawer. I reached into a pile of her panties, and found a small box at the bottom. I took them out and chuckled to myself. These must have been her ex's. They weren't any brand I recognised. He must have had to buy them online, or something.

I pulled one out of the box and threw it to her. She jumped up immediately and started to unwrap it. I climbed onto the bed, and she tried to push it around my cock. She stretched it hard, trying to fit it around my girth. She just about managed, but it was incredibly tight and uncomfortable. She unrolled it just a few inches before it tore at the top and split down the side.

She let out a little squeal of surprise as the condom broke, and I felt the same way. Even regular sized condoms were supposed to stretchy enough for almost any size, but then I remembered that these probably weren't regular condoms. Her ex probably had to buy a special size to fit him without being too loose, meaning even though they stretched, they were still far too small for me.

She stared at the shredded latex draped across the top of my dick. She seemed hypnotised my it. I took her gently under the chin, and turned face up towards mine.

"I don't think those are big enough, Jessica." I said softly.

She sighed slightly and bit her lip, seeming to look at me with a new found level of arousal. It was the ultimate comparison between the tiny penis that she was used to, and the giant cock she was about to get.

She moved quickly away from me as I removed the torn rubber. She lay back down and stared at me. She had one finger in her mouth, and was sucking on it absent-mindedly, playing with her lips.

We got in to position, her on her back and me on top. I wanted to take a little while to appreciate the scene first. She really was beautiful. I reached down and cupped her right breast, massaging it. She moaned slightly. I enjoyed the feel of it, so soft and firm.

I looked down at her pussy. The sheet below her was already soaked in her juices. I knew she was ready, but she suddenly looked so small.

"Is this really what you want?" I asked.

"Yes, yes, please..." she whimpered.

I pushed the head of my cock gently against the folds of her pussy, but went no further. She closed her eyes, and bit her lip hard.

"It's going to hurt, you know." I said.

She looked up at me.

"I like it when you hurt me." she said.

"You do?" I asked.

I was genuinely surprised, and curious.

"Yeah...when you pull my hair, or hurt my nipples...it feels good...I like it." she said slowly.

"You mean like this?"

I quickly grabbed the nipple of her right breast and squeezed it hard, twisting it. She cried out and arched her back.

"Yesssss..." she hissed.

I released her.

"I like it..." she whimpered, her breath heavy, "I like it when you hurt me. I like the pain."

I really hadn't expected her masochistic side to be so strong.

"It reminds me that I'm yours...that I'm your slut..." she said.

"You like being my slut, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes, yes, I'm your slut, I'm yours..." she said.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself close to me, nuzzling her face against my neck.

"I want to be yours, I'm yours..." she said.

She seemed to have a tendency to babble when I prompted her to talk like this. I pushed her roughly away from me and clamped my hand down over her mouth. She whimpered softly into it.

"Look at yourself." I said calmly, "All that attitude. All that arrogance. And now you're mine? Just like that? Is a big cock all it takes to own you?" I asked.

She moaned loudly and tried to move her head against my grip. I tightened my fingers and pushed her harder into the mattress. I held her there, and just watched her staring into my eyes, unable to speak.

I pulled my hand away.

"I...I'm yours...I want to be yours...Only yours." she repeated.

Her voice was shaking now, full of lust.

Something inside me was so satisfied by seeing her like this. But I could still feel it there, just like always. The deep pit of black rage inside me was rearing its head.

I grabbed my cock with my left hand, and slowly began to push it against her pussy again.

"Beg for this." I said.

"Yesss..." she moaned, "Please fuck me. I want your big cock so bad...please fuck me, please..."

"Do you really think you deserve it, slut?" I asked, pulling my hips back.

"I...I don't know...I took your whole cock...just like you told me..." she said quietly.

"Is that enough?" I asked, my anger rising, "Does that make up for how you've treated me our whole lives?"

She looked ashamed, and terrified.

"I'm sorry...please, I'm so sorry...I'm just-"

"A bitch?" I said.

"Yes! Yes, I'm such a bitch, I know, I'm just-"

"And now you want my cock? You think you've earned that?"

I felt the hot anger burn up in me, and this time I let it. My hand flew to her throat, and I pulled her close to me, choking her.

"After the years of abuse, the insults? After turning my own sister against me!?" I shouted.

She didn't try to say anything, she couldn't. I tightened my grip around her throat for a few seconds as she gagged and choked, before shoving her back to the bed.

"Why should I give you anything you want?" I said quietly.

She coughed a few times, and rubbed her throat. A tear rolled down her cheek.

"I'm sorry..." she said, her voice ragged, "I'm so, so sorry. Do what you want to me. P...please. Please. I'm...I'm sorry."

Her voice was so soft, so meek. So utterly submissive. As she began to cry, I knew this wasn't an act, as I expected of her before. She wasn't just saying what I wanted, doing what I wanted because of my cock. She really was sorry for how she'd treated me in the past because now she wanted to belong to me.

This was it. She was beaten, broken, lying before me a willing slave. All that was left now was to fuck her. And now I was ready.

I grabbed my cock by the base and pushed it against her pussy yet again. I started slowly at first, pushing with my hips until I felt her drenched pussy lips give slightly. She whimpered and began to pinch and twist her nipples. But I couldn't push any farther. The head of my cock wouldn't fit inside.

This felt like more than just a size issue, there was something physically preventing me from entering. I looked down at her body, disbelieving. My cock was pushing against her hymen. Her ex was so small that he hadn't broken it.

I grinned. All I could think about now was how much this would hurt her.

"You feel that, cunt? I'm about to take your virginity."

Every humiliating memory of every old insult, every dirty look, and every God damn day I'd had to spend hiding in my own house fuelled me on. I let the full force of my anger take me over, finally releasing it after years of suppression. I gritted my teeth and forced myself into her tight cunt, pushing hard against the vice-like pressure. She was screaming now. It sounded like she was in a lot of pain. But this was what she'd wanted, what she'd begged for.

I thought of those forum entries, about the women who'd been in so much pain after being with a well hung man that they'd never gone near them again. They talked about how it hurt to be stretched, how it ached for days afterwards. That's what I wanted for Jessica. I was going to fuck this girl raw.

I started to push harder, forcing her pussy open. Her moaning increased, and she started that little guttural growl in her throat. It was difficult to enter her, she was so tight and I was so big.

I continued my slow, hard penetration. She was so hot, and so wet. I was barely in and it already felt fantastic. When I got about half my length into her, her pussy started to pulse and quiver around my cock. I started to pull back out, slowly. When my cock head reached her opening again, I thrust in hard, back up to half length. At first it was slow, my muscles tensing with the effort of every thrust, but each time I got faster and faster, until I was pounding her hard with a rapid rhythm. It felt amazing, the intense heat, the tight walls of her pussy gripping and trembling around my cock. I brought my hands to her shoulders for a better grip, digging my fingers in hard, and started pounding even harder.

Tears were freely flowing down her face and she hadn't stopped moaning and squealing, her voice jumping and shaking as I fucked her. With each thrust I forced more into her, until I was almost completely inside each time. My body was slick with sweat and my breath was ragged with effort. It felt so good, I didn't know how long I'd be able to last.

I kept up the pace, and soon I was surprised to feel my balls meeting the heat of her pussy lips. I looked down to see I was bottoming out; my entire cock was entering her completely with each stroke. I moaned with pleasure and increased my pace again. My hips were burning and her bed was shaking and creaking with my effort. I felt her wrap her legs around my waist, tightening around me each time I bottomed, as if wanting to hold me there.

I looked down at her. Her tits were bouncing wildly. She was biting her lower lip hard, and her eyes were closed. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. I wanted her eyes open.

She looked into my eyes, her face flushed and stained with tears. I felt the pleasure getting too intense. I plunged into her one last time. Her legs tightened around my back and she threw her arms around my neck. We screamed together as I shot my load into her, pulse after pulse of hot sperm filling her tight pussy. Intense pleasure fired down my cock, it felt like my whole body had gone numb except for this lightning bolt of sensation.

As my orgasm ended, the strength left my hips and I collapsed on top of her. My cock began to wilt slightly, becoming softer. With a huge effort, I rolled off of her, my slimy cock pulling out of her pussy and bringing with it a flow of semen, and some blood.

I looked at her. She was breathing as heavily as I was. Her eyes were closed, and her lower lip was bleeding, a thin, red trail running down her chin. The sensations had been so intense that she'd broken the skin by biting too hard. Tears were still rolling gently down her face, and she let out a weak sob every now and again.

We lay in silence for a long time. I just watched her.

After a while she slowly opened her eyes, meeting mine. She wiped the tears from her face. Groaning slightly in pain, she rolled to her side and moved her body closer to me. She crawled over until she was above me and set her head gently down against my shoulder. She reached up and slid her arms around my neck, hugging me.

I used my thumb to wipe the blood from her chin, then gently rubbed it across her lips. She opened her mouth and licked my thumb as I pushed her lips around. I swept my hand up to her head and started to stroke her hair. I grabbed the blanket with my other hand and pulled it over us. She reacted to the warmth by snuggling close to me, nuzzling into my chest, and I put my arm around her waist.

I wasn't really sure what to do. I felt completely drained of all emotion, all thought. All I knew was that holding her like this, for now, felt good.

I ran my fingers up through her hair, caressing her gently. I had no idea what to say to her. I didn't know what I wanted any more.

She sighed happily against my chest, her warm breath tickling me.

"That was..." she started.

She sighed again, and closed her eyes.

"That was incredible." she purred.

"Did it hurt?" I asked.

She looked up at me.

"Yeah...But it felt so good..."

She moved her hips forward, bringing our faces closer until her cheek rested against mine. Her hands moved up to caress my hair.

"When you...when you penetrated me...I had an orgasm." she whispered softly in my ear. "It hurt so much...and I liked it...oh God," she said, shivering slightly, "It felt so good...I'm so glad that...that you were my first. My real first, I mean"

I felt her smile, and she kissed me softly on the cheek.

"I just...I kept...cumming, over and over...when I took it all...when you were completely inside me...I thought I was going to die..."

She slowly kissed me a few times along my jaw, letting her lips rest for a few seconds each time.

"My pussy still hurts." she said, wriggling her hips. "Aahh...", she sighed in pain, "It hurts, but I like it. I'm all stretched out by your big cock."

She sighed happily and pulled back.

"Thank you." she said.

She held her face a few inches from mine. Her eyes were so big, such a clear, perfect green. Her smile seemed so sweet, so genuine. So innocent, somehow.

Without thinking, I kissed her. Gently at first, our lips moving tenderly together. I loved how she responded to my touch, pushing her body back slightly against my arms. I took her lower lip between my teeth and bit down, hard. She moaned softly, and I felt blood flowing into my mouth, metallic and warm. I'd re-opened the wound she'd made before. I released her lip and she slid her tongue into my mouth. She kissed me passionately, and I returned it.

Our first kiss. My first kiss.

She pulled back, breathing heavily, blood staining her lip.

"I love you." she said.

For a second I was stunned. Then I felt a sudden flash of anger. She loved me? I gripped her hair and pulled it back, hard. She hissed and whimpered in pain, and I forcefully grabbed her jaw with my other hand. I loved the sounds she made, her soft mewls of pain and pleasure.

"How can you love me?" I asked slowly, "You don't even know me."

She gasped sharply in pain again as I tightened my grip.

"I do...I...I love...you," she moaned.

I gripped tighter for a few seconds, until I saw tears touching the corners of her eyes. I released her, and she let her head drop onto my chest. Her breathing was heavy and I could feel her tears against my skin.

"Good." I said. "Good girl."

She sighed happily and wrapped her arms around me.

I didn't know how I felt about her any more.

I thought about the things that usually made me the most angry, the worst memories of her mocking, of her public humiliation. Just like always a few hot waves of rage pulsed up in me, but I let them go, calming myself. The anger, the hatred, the repulsion I'd always felt for her was still there, though it felt lessened slightly.

I thought about her grinding her pussy against my cock, begging for an orgasm. I thought about her delight in pleasing me, her face lighting up as I complimented her. I thought about her stunning resolve to deep throat my cock, surprising me by succeeding so quickly. My dick started to stiffen at the memories. Not much, just a twitch to remind me that she still turned me on.

I thought of the few times we'd spoken recently, about how pleasant it had been just to hold a casual conversation with her. I thought about how good it felt just to be stroking her soft hair, and holding her naked body against mine. I felt the warmth of emotion that I honestly thought I'd never feel for her, a sweet affection that made me want to just hold her close to me.