Mid life crisis (closed for Anonymaso)

[bjhass]

With each hand taking turns smacking her little ass there was little he could have done to prevent her sudden and unpredictable action.

"Oh my god!" He gasped as his sword was suddenly engulfed in her sheath.

"FUCK YOU!" She screamed. "Fucking psycho rapist coward smacking around little girls! You are fucking pathetic!"

"No more pathetic than the little slut who is enjoying this so much." He mocked.

Somewhere deep inside he knew that she wasn't enjoying this. Her tears and sobs registered in his conscience. But that wasn't why he said what he said. He knew she wasn't a slut. He knew that being her age, having her looks and still being a virgin was quite an accomplishment. He said what he said because he knew he couldn't allow her to forget that she was enjoying it. He knew even she couldn't ignore her own wetness. Or the way her body quivered around him.

He also couldn't allow her to think that she had even one ounce of control. So before she could get any more ideas he ran a hand up her back. His palm traced her spine and pressed her down into the mattress as he began to slowly draw out. His fingers weaved through the cascade of her dirty blonde hair, then closed in a tight fist. He tugged backward while the other hand pressed down on the small of her back, forcing her spine into an arc that allowed him to slam his full length back into her with all of his weight.

 

[Anonymaso]

When she forced herself back onto him, it was to the depth her stricken pussy dictated as finite. When she met resistance, she stopped. Despite her wetness and arousal, her deflowering was a profound shock to her tiny channel. It was stretched wide and reflexively sought to remedy this by clamping down on his member. That clenching released a fresh rush of wetness as her body sought to prepare her for what was inevitably to follow. Such was that force Cat was convinced every ridge and vein of his shaft was thrown into sharp relief against her swiftly swelling insides. She felt at once the sharp, stinging pain of her torn flesh combined with a dull, throbbing ache that made her queasy. Layered with that was the heat of her buttocks and the steadily mounting discomfort of her bound and prone position. Crying in earnest after a hard night's drinking was also conspiring to give Cat a vicious headache that pulsed at her temples. In short, after the passion of her small act of rebellion and flared and extinguished, she was utterly wretched.

"No more pathetic than the little slut who is enjoying this so much." He taunted.

Or was she?

His fingers pressed firmly up her spine, abetted by her sweat dewed flesh, as he withdrew. Her spine was so sensitive it made her arch and something in the movement arrowed to her loins. As he pulled back, his swollen cockhead rubbed over what felt like a small, rough patch of skin on her front wall and it sent a frisson of pleasure through her. Her pussy was now saturated with a pink mixture of blood and effluvia. His fist twisted in her hair as he pressed her back into a deep arch and while she knew he was going to thrust again, she was utterly unprepared for...

"Aaah!" Her scream started strong but petered out on a ragged sob as he slammed forwards, bottomed out and kept right on going. His cockhead suckerpunched her cervix and displaced it by a good few inches, causing a hideous, gut wrenching abdominal spasm that was mercifully fleeting, though not before it had twisted her face into agonised rigours. His balls slapped her clit, before coming to rest against her, communicating with savage glee that she was in fact sheathing his whole, monstrous length. Further protest was beyond her. She reverted back to pained and despairing sobs.

Even now, once her violation and humiliation was complete, her own body was determined to conspire against her. Her pussy still rippled on him, moistening itself in its only act of self defence. The rough patch of skin now felt more like a thin ring of pussy muscle that had just been stretched beyond recognition. It pulsed now in tandem with her poor clit, the tiny nub of flesh now stretched across the thick base of his shaft, turned practically inside out.

How could she still be aroused? What was wrong with her?

 

[bjhass]

His spear impaled her again and again, each thrust more coarse than the last. Vibrating pulses pumped through his shaft causing each vein to swell and stretch to the maximum extent as his flesh probed hers, discovering her limits and then pushing past them. His testicles shifted into overdrive, working to produce as much semen as possible as her fluids dripped over his balls and fell onto the dirty old mattress in rhythm with her tears. Tsunami sized waves of pleasure crashed over his nerve endings and sent tidal sensations throughout his body. But even more exciting for him was the mental stimulation. He knew full well the consequences he risked for violating this girl. But he had lived the cautious life long enough. Fuck the consequences.

Adrenaline pumped into his muscles, adding strength to the already violent force of his movements. Like a piston his cock pummeled the interior of her body. He felt her tremble and quake with the combination of pained sobs and unwilling arousal, which only added to the sense of total domination he felt over her. His arousal seemed to grow and feed off her inability to act, and as his aggression grew her humanity seemed to diminish in a vicious cycle.

Finally, after several minutes of brutal fucking, John paused. With his still-throbbing penis buried half way into her raw vagina he let the sudden stillness hang like a silent shroud over the room. Then, as her sobs grew to fill the silence, he spoke.

"Don't forget," his voice was soft and mocking, like a whip made of yarn, that hurt so much more because of they lie it told, "that you asked for this."

He crushed the stillness with another swift thrust.