My name is Cindy and I’ve just turned eighteen last week. To begin with, my family is filthy rich. My father was usually away for extended periods; my mother preferred to circulate with her upper class, prissy acquaintances than to spend time with her children. Don, my elder brother, and I were therefore closer to our nanny than our own parents. When we were in our early teens the nanny was sacked and we were left to our own resources.
Don turned into a normal teen yet I took a different path. At an early age I discovered religion and the peace and harmony it gave me. This is the only favor I asked my parents for—-I did not want to go to just any old school —I wanted a private school, one that was run by nuns. This was the form of my schooling for five years. I just graduated and am thinking of becoming a missionary, perhaps in Africa or South America.
I am therefore not the average teenager who dresses in the latest fashions; nor do I hang around burger joints with the guys. I prefer the library or attending bible studies, the museum and the art classes, which I’ve recently found an interest in. I dress myself in conservative clothes, wear lots of baggy sweaters and long peasant-style skirts that camouflage my body. I’m short, about five-foot-one and considered to be a little on the skinny side. I have a 34-20-32 figure and a full-rounded, C cup bust. On my slender frame they look bigger than they are, but unfortunately there is nothing I can do about that except to hide them as much as possible. I know that I’m fairly pretty but I have no interest in boys. I am not a late bloomer as some people claim—-I’m just not too keen about exploring the animal lurking within me. I have had urges—-I’m blushing right now—-but I’ve learnt to suppress them. Sister Judith, my friend and mentor, has helped me greatly in this department. She has been with me since I joined the nunnery and has been a tower of strength these last two years.
My parents are away again. Dad’s on another one of his lengthy business trips and Mom has gone to spend the weekend with a friend of hers out in Burlington. I’m not alone, though. My brother Don, who’s twenty-two, just returned from boot camp. He’s a real big guy, well over six feet and his ego matches his size. He’s egotistic, arrogant and to pardon my language—-really full of it. Okay—-so he’s the neighborhood football champ and the most popular guy in town—-big deal! He is not only arrogant and snobbish but I think that he has developed a mean streak, too. Not a day goes by where he doesn’t make fun of me one way or another. He either laughs at my style of wardrobe or pokes fun at me when he catches me reading the bible. He claims that I’m a hippie and that I probably smoke pot behind our parent’s back. That is utterly mean of him. I don’t do drugs and I’m definitely not a hippie! And what is worse than his evil tongue is the strange way he’s been leering at me lately. His eyes are always on my chest. I’ve never worn anything tight-fitting so he doesn’t really know about my large breasts. I try to hide them by wearing loose shirts or heavy sweaters, but I think he suspects that they are a lot bigger than I make them out to be. His eyes are constantly on me as if he’s trying to figure out my true bust size. It gives me the creeps and I am forced to tug my knees up under my chin.
At seven o’clock I left the house to attend a poetry reading and I waved Don goodbye as I made my way out the front door. He was lounging in the den, watching television, and he mumbled something that I couldn’t make out. I closed the door and left.
When I came home around ten o’clock the house was dark. It was a chilly November night and I had put on white, thick cotton, high-necked blouse that had ruffles down the front and a long, ankle-length pleated dark blue skirt. For extra warmth I had put on a frilly slip-like petticoat, one that was longer than the skirt so that the ruffled, lacy hem hung out from below it. Since it was rather cold I was also wearing a big, black woolen sweater and leather gloves. I knew that I looked like an old maid or a woman of the late eighteenth century but I didn’t care. The clothes were actually quite comfortable, a lot more than tight jeans and a school jersey would ever be. Okay—so I didn’t look cool but at least I wasn’t shivering to death! I slipped off my gloves as I crept up the dark stairs to my room. I clicked on the light and tossed the gloves on the dresser and pulled the black sweater over my head. Suddenly someone grabbed me from behind. A man’s big, hairy arms were clutched around my waist. I cried out with shock as I was drawn against him. I was lifted off my feet and half-carried, half-dragged along the hall. I kicked out with my feet and screamed bloody murder but the man had the strength of a gorilla. The hallway was dark and I couldn’t see who it was although I suddenly had a terrible suspicion. When the man kicked open the door to Don’s room I knew that my first instinct had been right. It was Don and no other. Any other man who had ill intent on his mind would have simply thrown me over my own bed. Dragging me towards another room just didn’t make any sense.
The room was lit and I could see that it was indeed my big brute of a brother. Don hurled me into the room so that I collided heavily with the edge of his dresser. Breath was expelled from my lungs and I cried out with pain. I rose shakily to my feet and stared at him with shock. “Don! Are you nuts or something? What’s gotten into you?” He was wearing a big, loose-fitting bathrobe tied around the waist. I could make out the white contours of his shorts whenever the flaps opened a little when he moved his legs. “Shut up!” he snarled at me. ‘Take off your clothes!” My face went white. God, he wanted to rape me! I shook my head and stared at him pleadingly. “Please, Don. You can’t do this. It’s not right.”
An idea formed in my head and it gave me new strength. I took a small step forward and shook my fist at him. “Wait ’til I tell mom and dad about this. They’re going to whoop your ass!” “Bah!” he snorted. “I don’t care. I’m leaving this dump anyway. Before I go I’m gonna show you what it’s like to be with a man. I’m sick and tired of hearing you babble on about the bible and sinners and blah, blah blah! I’ve been watching you real close. I think you have a real nice body under all that dopey shit but you go to lengths to hide it. Prove me wrong, sis. I want to see you naked! Take off those damn clothes or I’ll rip you out of them!”
I had problems breathing. I was having another asthma attack and my frail body was shaking. God, this wasn’t happening. I folded my hands pleadingly and begged him to let me go. “Please! I’m your sister. This is incest! Please—–it isn’t right!” “Take off your clothes!” he hollered at me. I took a frightened step back. Then he took a step towards me. “Take ’em off, you little bitch!” I shrank back against the dresser and nervously brushed back a strand of blond hair that had fallen into my eyes. He slapped my face suddenly and I slammed back against the dresser with shock. My cheek was stinging from the pain and it brought tears to my right eye. “No!” I spat at him. “Stand aside and let me pass!”
I snarled at him angrily. He reached out real quickly and gave such a backhanded slap that my face blew to side. I have never been like that struck before and the pain was unbearable. I cried out and rubbed my sore cheek. He came at me then and sank his two beefy hands around my throat. I struggled and tried to kick out at him but the long skirt prevented me from getting a good swing. My foot just lifted a little before it got stuck in the frilly hem. I gasped and panted as I tried to fend him off. But Don is a foot and a half taller than me and very strong. He was shaking me about like a rag doll. Before I knew it he had slipped his hands under the high collar of my blouse. I shrieked: “Noooooooooooooooo!” as he ripped his arms apart, tearing my blouse open to the navel.
Numerous buttons sailed across his room. That’s how strong he was—-the heavy cotton blouse tore as easily as if it had been made of paper. He clamped one hand around my small throat and I immediately went limp. I gazed at him with wide eyes as his other hand traveled across my tummy, massaging it. Then his hand slipped into the waistband of my skirt and he commenced yanking the rest of my blouse out of it, tucking it behind my back. His eyes were on my breasts. His mouth was open in shock. “Man! Look at those tits!” he breathed as he stared at my full breasts.
“I was right! Why have you been hiding these glorious pups?” I was wearing a white, lightly laced bra and my tits had almost heaved out of the cups as the blouse had been torn. “Let me go,” I pleaded and clawed at the arm pinning my neck against the wall. He gave me an evil grin and released my throat. “Will you be a good girl and remove the rest of your clothes on your own?” ‘Never!” I spat at him. He gave me another slap, much, much harder than before and it brought tears to my eyes. My face was on fire. His hands were as big as frying pans. You can imagine the red marks they left on my cheeks! My head swam and I could hardly see. Everything was a blur.
I heard a clanging sound and suddenly he had slapped a metal handcuff on my right wrist. I cried out in horror as he spun me around and attached a similar one to the other. He frog-marched me towards his bed and threw me down in front of it on my knees, then bent my upper body across his bed. He reached over my body and pulled out a long rope that was tied to the headrest, a rope I hadn’t noticed earlier. He tied my wrists to the rope, then got off me and pushed my body up higher on the bed so that my rear end was up off the floor. I couldn’t budge an inch.
“Will you take off your clothes if I ask you again?” he snarled at me. “I’m giving you a choice. Be a good girl and I won’t have to slap you around anymore.” I shook my head. “I will never, never strip myself in front of you or anybody else. Never!” Then there came a swooshing sound and a horrible pain shot through my body. He had whipped my buttocks with his belt! There I knelt, my ass up in the air, unable to prevent myself from being beaten. And he wasn’t gentle with the belt, either. I cried out with shame and humiliation, not to mention the stinging pain as the belt came down again and again. He must have given me at least forty beatings—–after the tenth I simply lost count. At first I screamed and trashed about. The pain was so horrible. Luckily the skirt I was wearing was of a strong material which muffled the blows to some degree.
After the tenth or twelfth strike I couldn’t scream anymore—-my throat was dry. I bit my teeth and started to whimper. I filtered out the pain and tried to think of something other than the horrible position I found myself in. At one point I was sure that Don had managed to cut tears in the skirt—–certain areas of my behind felt sorer than others did. Those places, the ones that almost made me pass out with the agony of pain must’ve been the ones where the belt connected with my bare skin. Schlack! Schlack! Schlack! It just wouldn’t stop. In the end I almost did pass out. Thankfully the beatings stopped after awhile and he just let me lie there, sobbing and moaning. “Will you remove your clothes now?” I couldn’t answer him. My mouth was dry. All I managed was a muted gurgle. Schlock! I emitted a groan of pain as Don spanked my sore ass with his belt again. Schlock! Schlock! Don seemed bent on turning my ass into pudding! Suddenly I couldn’t take it anymore. “Yes! Yes!” I screamed at him as I tore at the handcuffs. “Yes, damn you. I’ll strip for you. Just don’t hurt me anymore. Please.”
I heard the crashing clutter of metal on would as Don dropped the belt to the floor. I prayed to God for thanks that Don hadn’t been that demented to use the buckle on me. It would have killed me for sure. I felt his body stretched out over mine as he released me from the handcuffs. I cried out as his thighs brushed my sore behind. He gave a chuckle and lifted me off from the bed; but I couldn’t stand upright. My knees wobbled and with a groan I stumbled to the floor. “Get up!” Don screamed at me. “Take off that ridiculous skirt. Come on, bitch. Move it!”
With a sob I lifted myself shakily to my feet and struggled to slip the torn blouse off my shoulders and down my back. I reached behind me to unbuckle my bra but he interjected quickly, ordering me not to. I shrugged and started to tug at the elastic waistband of my pleated skirt instead. I wiggled my slim hips to and fro, working the tight skirt down my legs until it gathered in a heap around my feet. I heard a laugh and gazed up to see my brother bent over, holding his stomach as waves of laughter overtook him. The bastard was laughing at my white, frilly petticoats! “Jesus!” he burst out. “Women still wear these things?” “No,” I answered him fuming with humiliation. “But I choose to. Otherwise people could see right through my skirt! I can’t have them ogling my legs!” “You’re a nut case, Cindy.” Don wiped the tears from his eyes and shook his head at me. “This is the 20th century, man. Whatever happened to tank tops and mini skirts?” “I don’t wear that kind of revealing trash! ” I yelled at him, suddenly more annoyed at his laughter than the actual predicament I found myself in. Anger took over. “Stop making fun of me, you sexist pig!” He reached out and gave me another heavy slap across my right cheek. “Shut up, you stupid cunt! Don’t tell me what I ought or ought not to do. I give the orders here, not you. Take that silly thing off!”
I gave a cry and untied the waistband strings of the petticoat. Tears were streaming down my face and my tits shook to and fro as I struggled to pull the slippery, shiny material down my legs. The sight of my shaking tits must have excited him for he rushed forward, slapped my hands aside and started to yank and rip at the thin material in a frenzied fit. Shards of it flew off in all directions. I screamed and struggled as his hands tore at the petticoat. Within seconds he had torn it into pieces and I now stood before him wearing only my bra and panties. My body was shaking and I was having a real sobbing fit.
My brother produced a short, wooden barstool and bade me to sit on it. I hesitatingly made my way towards it and sat down. But he had something else in mind. He ordered me to lower my body backwards until my head reached the floor. I stared at him in disbelief. That was impossible, I told him. I would simply fall off. He made a face and pinned my back to the stool by holding my tummy down on it with his huge hands. “Go on. Arch yourself backwards!” I made a gurgling sound and tried to do as he ordered. My tits almost plopped out of my bra as I arched my upper torso back. “Don’t move.” Don let go of my stomach and bent down behind my head. Suddenly he snapped the handcuffs back on my wrists and clapped them onto the feet of the stool. I couldn’t dare budge without risking falling entirely off the stool. My legs shot high up into the air. I was virtually balanced with just the small of my back perched across the narrow top of the stool. My neck and shoulders ached! Don got up and proceeded to walk towards my legs. He stepped between them, brushed them aside and fell to his knees. I gave a cry as I felt his strong hands caress my thighs. I couldn’t believe that my own brother was torturing me like some sex slave! I was his sister, damn it! Didn’t that account for something?
“Man! What a petite, little ass you have,” he muttered as he caressed my tummy and toyed with the hem of my panty. “You have the smallest hips I’ve ever seen. I’m really gonna crack that skinny cunt of yours wide open!” Then his hands were on my crotch, massaging my most private parts through the material of the panty. The panty was one of those bikini types, pure white silk with sheer lace trim at the sides. I shrieked with horror as I felt his mouth on my crotch. He was kissing me there! And he wasn’t just kissing, either. He was pushing his whole face roughly against me, rubbing the silky material of the panty back and forth across my vagina. He sucked on it, kissed and slobbered over it. At first I was terribly humiliated, but after the first few minutes a strange sensation came over me that I have never experienced before. I can’t really describe it—–my whole body was tingling and it felt as if my pussy had received an electric shock. And then I felt my pussy lips suddenly moisten, and it wasn’t from his spittle! I was oozing pussy juice, my first ever! I clenched my teeth and tried to fight the mounting tension that overtook my young body. And then his tongue was pushing through the thin, wet panty.
He forced his worm-like tongue deep into me, rubbing the insides of my labia with the soft silk of the panty. My body was on fire. I arched my back and emitted a shriek of pleasure, a shriek that I couldn’t have suppressed if my life depended on it. I just couldn’t help it. My cry excited him and he was suddenly jabbing and munching on my entire vagina with renewed energy. His tongue was relentless. It poked, it jabbed and it flicked me everywhere. I started to groan; the pain in my arms and shoulders momentarily forgotten. It felt so nice!
And then he rose a bit, slipped a hand into the hem of my panty and simply tore the thin thing off me with one powerful yank. My hips bounced and I gave a surprised squeal. “Oh yeah, baby!” Don groaned as he fell back between my legs. “I love the taste of your virgin pussy!” He spread my moist lips with his fingers, bent forward and started to flick his tongue across my swollen clitoris. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Don kissed my whole vagina, ran his tongue around and circles and when he actually started to chew on my clitoris, raking his teeth over it, stars exploded in my head. I came then for the first time in my life.
My heart was pounding and my brain was as if numb, but the sensations wouldn’t stop. I arched my back way off the stool and emitted a very long, panting squeal. “Ooo—Ooooo—Ooooooooo—Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo” But Don wasn’t stopping. He sucked and slobbered on my swollen pussy, pulled and nibbled on my sore labia and relentlessly flicked his tongue across my clitoris until I came for the second time. And it was more intense than the first one. I couldn’t breathe—-I couldn’t see straight. My head was pounding as the orgasm overcame me. I could feel cum shooting down my vagina in crazy squirts. I just couldn’t stop the wonderful sensations that shook my whole body from head to toe. “A-aagh! A-aagh! A-aagh!”
Don finally pulled his head away. I couldn’t see him for my head was stretched far back. All I saw was the opposite wall and that from such a crazy, upside down angle that my head was starting to spin. The orgasm was over and now the pain in my shoulders returned. He undid the cuffs from the legs of the chair and helped me to a sitting position. My body wobbled and my breath was coming in heavy gasps. He reached out suddenly, clasped his fingers around the section of the bra between my tits and ripped it off me. I cried out as the bra straps tore and as the hooks of the back band tore into my flesh.
I clawed at his arms as he cupped my breasts in his hands. He gave them a rough, brutal squeeze and I cried out with pain. “Keep your hands off me!” he hissed at me and gave my tits another fearful squeeze. Because I’m skinny my 34C breasts aren’t all that round and firm but swing forward a little like long, fat torpedoes. The tips of my breasts come to a conical point and therefore my nipples are very evident. Their protruding nature makes them very sensitive. I cried out when he pinched one. “Oh—-look at those nips!” He thrust his face between my tits, squeezing them together and mashing them against his cheeks. His thumbs kneaded my nipples and I squealed with discomfort. And then his mouth was over my left breast. I cried out with shock as his mouth closed over it, compressing it hard between his lips. Then he attacked the other in the same fashion.
And he wasn’t gentle—by no means. He sucked hard on my tits, compressing and pulling on them so that they would pop out of his mouth with a loud popping sound. Then he suddenly started to nibble on my nipples. At first a wave of pleasure swept through me, but when he started to pull at them with his teeth the waves of pleasure were suddenly mixed with a stinging pain. Oh, he pulled and tweaked my nipples, chewing and yanking at them with his teeth. My nipples were aching. They were red and swollen and sticking out now like the eraser end of a pencil. He liked that and really pulled at them. I clawed his back and begged him to stop. But he wouldn’t. His attack on my tits just increased every time I begged him to stop so that in the end I just grit my teeth and let him do as he pleased.
And he did just that, sucking and feeding on my tits until the nipples were red and extremely swollen. He sucked on my tits for what seemed like a long time, slurping on them like a madman so that loud, slurpy sounds erupted from his mouth. His attack was relentless and within minutes the stinging pain I felt in my swollen nipples were suddenly replaced by a burning sensation deep inside me. I suddenly wanted him to suck my tits and I shoved myself against him and clutched his back. I could feel another onslaught of pussy cum slide down my vagina. I couldn’t believe that Don was giving me another orgasm! My nipples hurt like hell but I didn’t want him to stop. I threw my head back and let rip a long, gurgling wail as I came. “Ooooooooooooooooo!”
Don pushed himself away from me and grinned. “I just love your tits, Cindy. They’re absolutely amazing! I should have thought of doing this much sooner.” I brushed tears from my eyes and spat at him. He had made me come at least three times and I hated him for it. “Swine!” He laughed. “Oh, you loved every minute of it. I bet you’re thinking about my big cock, eh? I bet you want it inside you!” My face went white. “No! Not at all. Don’t you dare put your thing in me. This is as far as we go. It’s over, got it?” Don shook his head. “I’m not done with you yet, little sis. Trust me on this one—-once I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk!” I gave a cry of horror. “Don! Please!”
“Shut up!” He untied his bathrobe and peeled it off his strong shoulders. Man, he was built like an ox! I gazed down at the bulge in his shorts and I cringed at the thought of him throwing me across the bed. This just wasn’t happening. I watched him pull down his shorts. And he did it slowly, too. I got to see the top of his penis and the hairy mound of his crotch. Then his testicles came to view, lurking in the shadows behind his penis. I have never seen a naked man before but his balls seemed huge—-they were the size of oranges! I gasped with terror as he continued to pull the shorts down his legs.
How long was that damn penis of his, I though and bit my lips. It was only when he pulled the shorts down past his knees that his whole glory popped into view. Now I have no idea how long a penis ought to be but I was sure that Don’s was bigger than I ever thought a penis could be. It was impossible to be so huge! It must have been at least twelve inches long and at least three inches in diameter around the base. The pink, oval-shaped head was about four inches long, thick and swollen. The whole twelve-inch shaft was thickly veined and full of lumps and bumps. I clasped a hand to my mouth and almost fell off the stool. “Oh my God!”
Don grinned as he kicked his shorts aside. “Yeah, I’ve busted many a virgin pussy with this thing. Now it’s your turn!” My face turned as white as a bed sheet. “Busted? Please, Don. You’ll kill me with that thing. Please!” Don shook his head. “It’s a figure of speech, pet. You know—-take a girl’s virginity. You’ll walk out of here alive. Well, stumble is more like it. It’s sort of awkward to walk straight after you’ve had this monster inside of you.’ I jumped off the chair and made a dash for the door. But Don’s hands were on me in a flash. He sank his hands into my short, blond curls, spun me around and hurled me towards the bed. I fell against the bed, my body stinging from the pain. My head was on fire and I was sure that he had some of my hair in his hands!
“Get on it, you little vixen!”
“No! No! No! No!” I screamed and tried to get to my feet. Don was right there and he yanked me to my feet—-by my hair! I screamed again and tried to kick him but it was a fruitless attempt. He lifted me off my feet and simply threw me on the bed. He was on top of me in a flash and he pinned my body down. I cried out, spat and clawed but he was much too strong. He rolled me over so that I was lying on my side, reached over my head and proceeded to strap my wrists to the headboard with the handcuffs he had used earlier. Then he got of me, tore my left leg up and wrapped the end of the rope around my ankle, tying it fast. He then got off the bed, picked up the end of the rope and tied it to the brass headboard. He then started to reel in the slack rope until my left leg was high up in the air. I shrieked with terror and my free leg plopped up and down. I could hardly move!
Don fastened the rope such so that my leg remained high up. Then he got on the bed next to me and slipped up behind me. His huge penis poked my lifted thigh and I cringed with fear. He drew me close towards him, slipped one hand under my body and cupped my right breast. Then he grabbed his huge cock in his free hand and guided it slowly towards my swollen pussy. I cried out as I felt the massive head push against my lips. “Here we go, Sis,” Don groaned. “I’m gonna crack that tight virgin cunt of yours wide open!” I cringed with fear. “No, Don! Please . . .”
“Sssh! You’re gonna like it!”
“Please, Don,” I begged him. ‘I’m not on the pill! This is the time of month for me, damn it! Do you know what that means?”
Don let loose a load, roaring laugh. “You’re fertile? Excellent! I’m gonna give you something to remember me by. My huge balls have so much jism that I never miss. You won’t be the first bitch to bear my child!”
“No, Don! Please!” He pushed a little, lifting his hips and the massive head slowly slipped into my pussy. I thought that he was going to split me open! Only an inch or so of his bulbous head was in me but it was enough to make me cry out with pain. He pushed a little harder and I thought that I was going to faint. My poor pussy lips were being stretched to the limit as his huge head wormed its way deeper into me. I tore at the handcuffs and shrieked in agony. “Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” Don wrapped his free had around my lifted thigh and gave a strong, forceful push. The whole four-inch head slipped into me. My pussy lips slapped shut around it with a loud sucking sound. The pain was unbearable. My head was swimming and I felt as if I was drowning.
Then Don started rocking his hips back and forth, slowly slamming the massive head in and out of me. I could feel how my pussy sphincter was being stretched wider and wider. “Oh yeah, baby! It’s so nice and tight!” Don groaned as he started to heave his huge penis deeper into me with every push. I tore at the cuffs and screamed. Suddenly he couldn’t push any further—-he had reached that virgin barrier. I started to sob between my cries and begged him to stop. But Don was to far gone to think of stopping now. I could sense from his tense body that he was going to put it in all the way, all twelve inches of it.
He suddenly clutched me tightly and heaved his buttocks forward. I emitted a shrill shriek as he burst through my hymen with one, brutal push. I could feel something wet slosh past his massive shaft and knew that it was blood. He gave me a few, slow thrusts—-then pulled out. I breathed a sigh of relief as my pussy lips slowly closed. The pain I had experienced from his large penis and the pain from my ruptured skin was still dancing in my head and I though that if he continued that I would surely lose conscious. But my evil brother wasn’t finished with me yet—-far from it.
I heard him chuckle and before I knew it he had thrust that big beast inside me again. He slipped in about five inches of it with one push and surprisingly it had gone in without a hitch. I let loose a fearful scream as that big thick split me apart. He started to ride me then, pushing not more than half of his long penis in and out of me with soft, gentle strokes. It was still painful, but not as much as before. In fact I started to like the feel of his thick penis rubbing the soft insides of my vagina. It was definitely something I’ve never experienced before. It was pain, but a pain that I was willing to endure! I started to pant and groan, suddenly overcome by a wonderful sensation. Don started to push harder and harder which sent tingles down my spine. I arched my back and groaned. I was torn between various emotions. The swine was raping me and I wanted him to stop yet it felt so damn good that I wished he would never stop. It was so confusing. I started to cry with the shame of it all. And then suddenly he was ramming it in and out with hard, powerful thrusts. The pressure against my vagina as unbelievable and I could not help but to cry out with uncontrollable pleasure. I came then for the fourth time that night and I think it was the most violent one. I trashed about the bed, gasping and groaning while Don held me tightly in his big arms.
Soon the wave of pleasure subsided. Don’s huge penis was now starting to irritate me for he still had half of it in me. His constant little jabs were driving me insane. And then he really started to push forward. I threw back my head and cried out with shock as another inch was thrust deeper into me. And he was taking his time, too. He would draw back about an inch or so of his huge cock only to thrust it back, shoving it in deeper than it had been before. He rode me like this while I screamed my throat dry. Inch by inch, deeper and deeper. My pussy was on fire. The pain was excruciating but I couldn’t help feeling terribly turned-on at the same time.
My whole pussy was being stretched beyond any imaginary limit. The deep end of my virgin pussy was being forcibly stretched as the monstrous head wormed it way deeper into me, deeper than I thought any man could venture. At the same time my swollen labia were being stretched even wider as the thicker base of Don’s penis inched past it. I trashed about the bed, whipped my hips up and down and moaned. And Don liked it! He started to worm his immense cock in and out faster and faster, ripping my pussy wide open. Then with a grunt he came then and I could feel hot liquid gushing deep inside of me. “Yeah, baby. Yeah!” Don moaned like some wounded animal, a deep growling sound that came from deep within. He pulled out his penis and gallons of cum and blood squirted out of me to stain the bed sheets. I sighed with relief, thinking that the ordeal was over. How wrong I was!
He started again. I couldn’t believe that he was still rock hard! He slipped it in again, real slow this time. He did it so slow, so very slow, allowing my swollen pussy to get accustomed to the massive intruder. He didn’t ride me at all—-none of that agonizing thrusting in and out. He just kept inching that huge monster deeper into me! Deeper than he had gone before! The pain was out of this world and I couldn’t help but shriek with every push. Yet the most wondrous sensations were ripping through every nerve ending at the same time.
Eight inches, nine inches, ten inches of his massive penis ground its way deeper and deeper into me so that I thought that I would burst apart at the seams. And then the massive head nudged my cervix and a titillating sensation exploded throughout my body. I gasped and gasped as a fifth, even more powerful orgasm ripped through my body. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think or see. All I wanted to do was scream. And scream I did as my mind exploded and loads of pussy juices swept down my pussy. It acted as a lubricator, allowing Don to push even further. I cried out with agonizing pain as he stretched my cervix, flipping it back. And with one final heave he was in all the way, all twelve inches of it, the massive and bulbous head buried deep in my womb. He left it buried in there and clutched me tightly against him. His right hand started to squeeze my breast and he bent down and sank his teeth into my neck. That set me into orbit. My whole body shuddered as another orgasm, the most violent one yet made me trash around and grind my hips against him. “Oh my God! Oh my God! Yes! Yes! O-o-o-o-o-o-ooooooooooooooooooo!”
Don suddenly reached up and unfastened my leg. He pulled his massive penis slowly out of me and rolled me over onto my knees. He lifted me up off the bed by my tummy and spread my thighs wide. I was panting and gasping and I stared back over my shoulder as he positioned the bulbous head against my pussy again. And then he was in with one push. I thought I was going to die right then and now. The pain was out of this world. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as his huge balls slammed against me. He was in to the hilt! With one massive push and he had buried his entire length deep inside me, ripping through my tight cervix again so that his head lodged itself inside my womb. I threw my head back and screamed like I’ve never screamed before. But Don didn’t seem to care. He was heaving himself in and out like a madman while he simultaneously grunted: “Take it, you skinny bitch! Take it!”
In and out he slammed his huge monster. He would pull out until only the head was lodged inside me and then lunge forward. All the way in. His huge head would slam through me like a piston, the huge swollen head spreading my cervix wider and wider. Relentlessly he pumped himself in and out of me, again and again. I thought that he was going to rip me apart. My whole body ached. His huge balls slammed against me with every push and it drove me crazy! His cock was starting to swell, too, stretching my sore vagina even wider than before. I suddenly couldn’t help the burning sensation that was burning through me like a forest fire. It was a new feeling, one that was impossible to describe. I probably had several orgasms right there, one after the other, one more violent than the other. I was in a daze—-I wish it could go on forever. Every nerve ending was tingling as if it had received an electrical charge. I was beyond feeling, beyond caring, beyond anything at all. A total wave of ecstasy swept through my body. I stopped fighting and just let it happen. Don kept thrusting in and out with long, purposeful thrusts, slipping it almost all the way out only to ram it in to the hilt again. It was a sloppy affair—-tons of pussy juices were being forced out of me every time Don drew his dick back. My knees were squatting in a pool of cum—-the sheets were soaked. I didn’t care. I wished that Don would never stop—-never!
And then suddenly his cock swelled to immense proportions. I shrieked as I felt it tear through my raw pussy. And then Don gave a loud roar and buried his huge thing deep inside me. His body tensed and then I felt his hot cum shoot deep into my womb. Plop! Plop! Plop! Loads of the stuff kept shooting out of him. He had an endless supply—-it just wouldn’t stop. The sensation of his hot cum slamming against the delicate walls of my virgin womb just swept me off my feet. I experienced my last and final orgasm as he unloaded the last of his sperm deep inside me. I had died and gone to heaven. The sensation just wouldn’t stop. Even after Don drew out his partially limp penis from my swollen pussy I was still in the throes of a terrific orgasm. It rocked my entire body.
“Thanks, Cindy,” Don said quietly as he slipped on his shorts. “If I were you I wouldn’t continue to hide that wonderful body under all that frumpish clothes. You’re one hell of a good fuck and you should share your body with other men.” He bent down and kissed the top of my quivering head. I was just lying there, panting like a wounded animal. I was too far gone, completely devoid of any sensations other than what I was experiencing right now.