He thrust his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside her. It was then that they both realized he had barely penetrated her, and she gasped as he finished tearing through her hymen and deep into her pussy. She moaned softly as the head of his dick pushed against her cervix.
“Ohh, yes,” she purred. “Faster!”
Using Lila’s hips as leverage, Jack began to pump his cock in and out of her cunt, drilling her madly. Her small, round breasts bounced and jiggled wildly as she rode him. With each thrust, she made a slight, gentle groan of pleasure. Despite her slippery wetness, her tight pussy gripped his dick like a vice, and it drove him wild.
Lila began to grind her hips against him, sliding her clit over his pubic mound, stimulating it as his cock slipped in and out of her. She could feel pressure building in side her, a warm sensation spreading through her cunt. Her thighs began to tremble, and her breath was ragged and uneven.
“Oh, Daddy,” she purred. “I think… I’m going to…”
As her body began to shudder on top of him, Jack went over the edge. Orgasm began to wrack her little body, causing her pussy to tighten around his shaft as he trust it in and out of her bleeding pussy. His cock began to throb and pulse, and he spurted his load deep inside her, groaning loudly with each thrust of his cock.
She collapsed weakly on top of him, panting deeply as she struggled to catch her breath. He could feel wetness dripping down his thighs – a mixture of her moistness and the blood of her defloration.
Jack reached down and cupped her firm, round bottom in his hands and squeezed her body close to him. Her lithe frame fit against his perfectly.
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered, kissing his chest.
“I love you, too,” Jack answered.
“Promise me you’ll never leave me,” she demanded.
“Never darling,” he told her, and he meant it with all his heart.
My Sweet Virgin
By Jade K. Scott
Copyright 2013 by Jade K. Scott
Chapter One
When I turned eighteen, I was climbing the walls to lose my virginity. All of my friends had already done it, and I really wanted to know what it was like. I’d been fooling around for a while, but I’d never had the courage to go all the way. When I turned eighteen, it made me realize how far behind I was, and I knew it was time.
My parents were going out of town for the weekend, and it was the perfect time. I had been dating this guy, Adam, for a few weeks. He was a running back on the football team, and he was pretty hot. I knew I could do worse. I invited him over, and I told him I’d been taking the pill for two months in preparation. He was extremely excited at the prospect of taking my virginity.
My parents left early on Friday afternoon, so I had the house to my house for the whole weekend. Adam showed up around ten o’clock, and we headed straight to my bedroom.
Wes didn’t waste a lot of time. He got down to business right away. He and I lied down on my bed, and his hand went up my skirt right away. We were making out, and his hand was inside my panties. He was fingering me, trying to get me wet and ready.
“What the fuck is going on here?” I heard a male voice boom.
My head whipped toward the sound, and my stepfather, Wes, was standing in my doorway looking absolutely livid.
“Dad!” I gasped, sitting up and smoothing out my skirt.
“Oh, shit,” Adam muttered.
“Oh, shit is right, boy! What are you doing to my daughter?” Wes shouted, grabbing Adam’s shirt and yanking him off my bed.
“I’m sorry! Sh-she told me you w-were out of town for the w-weekend!” Adam stammered, his voice shaking with terror.
Wes’s eyes were narrowed, and the veins in his temples were pulsing visibly. His face turned purple, and his eyes bulged ominously.
“Get… the fuck… out… of my house,” Wes snarled, shoving Adam into the hallway.
Moments later, I heard the front door slam, and not long after that, I heard Adam’s car door slam. His tired screeched as he shot away like a bullet.
“What were you thinking?” Wes shouted at me. “What if you got pregnant?”
“I’ve been on the pill for two months, Dad,” I told him. “And I’m eighteen. You can’t force me to be a virgin forever.”
“You… you’re a virgin?” he asked, looking as though the wind had just been knocked out of him.
“Yes, Dad,” I groaned, rolling my eyes. “But not for long. I’m sick of it!”
“Oh, princess,” he said, quickly softening. “Don’t be in such a hurry to grow up.”
He sat down on my bed and touched my knee.
“I’m going to lose my virginity, and you can’t stop me!” I said defiantly, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Come on, Nikki,” he said. “You’re not really ready for this. You can’t be!”
“I’m more than ready for this!” I shouted. “I’ve been ready for ages!”
“Then wait until you’re with someone you love, at least,” he pleaded.
“Like who? You?” I challenged him.
“Nikki, you know that’s not what I meant,” Wes said.
“Oh, really? How do you know how I feel?” I asked him pointedly.
Suddenly, Wes looked extremely confused.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know,” I spat at him. “It’s painfully obvious that I’ve had a crush on you for years.”
“Nikki, don’t be ridiculous. I’m your father,” he said.
“Stepfather,” I reminded him. “And you’re hot as hell. Why wouldn’t I have the hots for you?”
Wes cleared his throat and scooted a few inches away from me.
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he said.
“I know exactly what I’m saying!” I shouted. “And if you were any kind of man, you’d fuck me right now!”
“Nikki!” he chastised. “Stop this! You’re acting crazy!”
“If you don’t do it, I’ll fuck the first guy I meet,” I challenged him. “I’ll go to some seedy bar and pick up a biker.”
“You could get a disease!” Wes argued. “Be reasonable!”
“Are you going to fuck me?” I asked point blank.
“No!” he said quickly.
“Fine, then stay out of my way,” I snapped, attempting to storm out of the room.
Wes grabbed my arm.
“You are not leaving this house, young lady,” he said sternly.
“You can’t stop me, Dad. I’m eighteen, remember?”
“I can stop you, and I will stop you!” he shouted.
“The only way you can stop me is if you fuck me right now!” I screamed back at him.
“Fine!” he yelled, and we both froze.
Our eyes were wide, and our mouths both hung open. I blinked at him, and he cleared his throat uncomfortably.
“Really?” I asked cautiously.
Wes sighed dejectedly, and his shoulders slouched.
“Yes,” he muttered. “If it means saving you from losing your virginity to some random low life, I’ll do it.”
I couldn’t help but smile. Wes was unbelievably sexy, but I never in a million years thought he’d be attracted enough to me to fuck me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his. I stood on my tiptoes and pushed my lips against his. At first, he resisted, but then he opened his lips and pushed his tongue into my mouth. His breath tasted like mint and beer. It was heavenly.
Our kiss moved from sweet and gentle to rough and passionate very quickly. Soon, his lips were pressing against mine so hard they hurt. I lifted one leg and wrapped it around him, and I felt his erection pushing against my inner thigh.
“Oh, God, I want you,” I whispered.
“I’m going to fuck you good,” he groaned in my ear, and I shivered excitedly.
He pushed me against the wall and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him, and his hard
ness stabbed against my panties. I was so incredibly wet that my juices were soaking through the thin fabric of my panties and dampening the front of his jeans. His tongue probed inside my mouth, and I could hardly breathe. My heart thumped wildly in my chest.
He tugged at my shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of my skirt and lifting it over my head. Then he deftly unfastened my bra and tore it away, exposing my breasts. His eyes rolled over them hungrily, and he bent his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking sharply.
I tangled my fingers in his hair and closed my eyes, savoring the feel of my nipple being licked and sucked. His hips began to thrust against me, pushing his hardness firmly against my soaked panties.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
He wrapped his arms around me and carried me to my bed. He laid me down and collapsed on top of me, enveloping my lips in another rough kiss. His left hand stroked my hair, and his right slipped down the waistband of my panties and started to finger me.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he breathed, running his tongue along my bottom lip.
“I want you so bad,” I whined into his ear. “Fuck me!”
“Patience, little one,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “You can’t rush these things, especially your first time.”
I bit my lip and dug my fingernails into his back. I wanted him so badly my cunt was quivering with excitement, and it hurt. It was throbbing – aching. I wanted him to hurry.
I felt his finger probe inside me, pushing gently, testing. He could barely squeeze one finger inside me, and he moaned excitedly.
“So tight,” he muttered.
He got a little of my wetness on his finger and brought it up to my clit, sliding it up and down slowly and gently. He was driving me crazy. All I wanted was to feel his hard cock penetrate me, to tear my maidenhood to shreds and fuck me hard.
His lips closed over mine, rendering me powerless to complain. My head swam with the dizziness of excitement. I could feel my pulse pounding in my temples, and my whole body was tingling with anticipation.
“Fuck me,” I begged him. “Please fuck me!”
“Not yet,” he said, pushing his lips onto mine again.
By then, I was squirming and writing, desperate to feel him inside me. His fingers were teasing me terribly, but he wouldn’t allow them to bring me to orgasm. I could feel my wetness soaking into my panties and dripping down my butt.
His mouth found my nipple and began to suck it. I felt a jolt rush through my chest, down my torso, and then it flooded my nether region with a warm, tingling sensation that pulsed madly.
“Please…” I whispered. “I need you!”
He ignored me, dipping his finger back inside me and using it to trace tiny circles around the hood of my clit. His tongue swirled around my nipple, then he took it between his teeth and nibbled lightly. My hips were now trusting against his hand, and I was purring a high-pitched moan into his ear.
“Daddy…” I begged. “Please fuck me now!”
He looked up at me with a wildness in his eyes. His hair was disheveled and hanging in front of his vision, but behind it, I could see how crazed he was. If I’d decided I didn’t want him to do it, I don’t think I could have stopped him. A bead of sweat slid down his forehead and dripped off his nose, and he bared his teeth and thrust his hips forward, stabbing his hardness into my leg. I was frozen with fear and lust.
The wild passion I saw in his eyes was both titillating and terrifying. I’d never seen a man so overcome with lust, and I must admit that while it was scary, it was also incredibly hot to know that my body was doing it to him.
I felt his hand tearing my panties away from my body, and in one swift move, he deftly maneuvered between my legs. He grabbed his shaft and positioned the fat, swollen head against me. I could feel it there, pressing firmly against the opening.
He looked up into my eyes, and I must have looked frightened. In his crazed state of passion, it only seemed to fuel his fire. He gritted his teeth and pushed against me. I could feel the head slip between my inner labia and it tried to push further inside, but it met resistance.
He grunted, pushing harder. I felt a sharp stinging sensation, and I sucked air in between my teeth. With one more hard thrust, my hymen ripped, and I gasped loudly and dug my fingernails into his back.
“Ow!” I shrieked, tears stinging my eyes, and the bridge of my nose tingling harshly. “Ow, ow, ow!”
He shoved once more, and his cock sank up to the hilt. It was buried inside my swollen, bleeding pussy, and I felt the head stuffed up against my cervix. The stinging pain continued as he thrust in and out, but it soon subsided. It was replaced by a kind of ecstasy I can only begin to describe.
He wrapped his arms around me, his weight bearing down on me and practically smothering me. His hips thrust repeatedly, shoving his cock in and out. The shaft rubbed against my clit, sending tiny jolts of electricity through me. His chin was on my shoulder, and I could hear him grunting savagely in my ear. The head continued to bump against my cervix. It was painful, but the pain was also intensely pleasurable. With every thrust, a slight grunt escaped my lips.
“Oh, God,” I whispered. “It feels so good.”
I felt his teeth sink into the flesh of my shoulder, and he growled with an animalistic savagery. He plunged in and out of me, faster and harder, his balls slapping rapidly against my ass.
“Harder,” I begged him. “Harder!”
From underneath me, he put his hands on my shoulders for leverage and he slammed his cock in me harder and faster. With each trust, I could feel the tight warmness of orgasm building inside me. My teeth began to chatter, and my inner thighs began to quiver.
“Ohhhh,” I purred as my legs began to tremble uncontrollably. “I’m going to cum, Daddy!”
As my pussy began to pulsate around his cock, I heard him begin to groan loudly. His shaft began to throb angrily inside me as he shot load after load of hot, sticky cum inside my belly. I could feel my orgasm tightening inside me, sending warm surges of intense pleasure shooting through my body. I screamed and bucked against him, thrusting my hips in an attempt to swallow every last inch of his cock inside me.
We shuddered together, panting and humping against one another. Finally, we both relaxed, and he rolled off me. I was so weak and spent I could barely move.
“That… was… incredible…” I panted.
“You were so fucking tight,” Wes said. “I’ve never had a virgin before.”
“I was your first virgin?” I asked.
“Yep. And it was amazing.”
I smiled and snuggled closer to him, resting my hand on his chest. He smelled manly, and his breath was still rapid and uneven.
“I’m so glad you were my first, Dad,” I told him honestly.
“I told you it was a bad idea to jump into it with some inexperienced boy,” he said.
“You were right,” I agreed. “I can’t imagine a better first time.”
We were still and quiet for a while, and then something occurred to me. I had to satisfy my curiosity.
“So, Dad... why did you come home early from your trip?” I asked.
“Work called. I have to be there in the morning. Someone quit,” he answered. “I told your Mom to just stay and have fun.”
“That was sweet of you,” I told him.
“Well, there’s no sense in her weekend getting ruined because I have to work,” he said.
“So that means you’re home all weekend, but she’s not?” I asked.
“Yep,” he agreed.
I smiled coyly. We had the whole weekend alone.
Chapter Two
We fell asleep together, our naked bodies melding together almost as one. When the morning sun began to warm my face, I remembered the fun we’d had the night before and I smiled, running my fingers down his bare chest. Then I gasped and shot up, looking at the clock.
“Oh, my God! Dad!” I shrieked, and his head shot up quickly. “What time did
you have to be at work?”
“Eight thirty,” he answered.
“It’s nine fifteen!” I said.
“Oh, shit,” he muttered, jumping to his feet and hurriedly yanking on his pants.
I heard the phone ringing down the hallway, and I ran to it.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Yes, I’m calling for Adam Dayton,” said a woman’s voice.
I mind reeled. I needed to think of an excuse quickly. I didn’t want him to lose his job because of me.
“He’s sick,” I said quickly. “I’m… taking him to the emergency room right now. Might be food poisoning.”
“Oh, dear!” she gasped. “Well, I hope he’s alright. I’ll see if I can find someone to cover for him. Please tell him I hope he gets well soon.”
“Okay, thanks,” I said, and I hung up.
Adam came rushing down the hallway with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He was searching frantically for something.
“Calm down, I got you out of work today,” I told him.
“What? How?” he mumbled, the toothbrush still sticking out.
“I told them you were sick and I was taking you to the emergency room,” I explained.
“Shit! How am I going to explain it when I don’t have a doctor’s excuse?” he demanded.
“You’ll have one,” I said quickly. “We’ll take you to the emergency room, get an excuse, and then we’ll have the whole weekend together.”
He took the toothbrush out of his mouth and opened his mouth to object, but then he looked thoughtful.
“That could work,” he admitted.
“Yeah, so get ready and we’ll go get this over with,” I told him.
He headed down the hallway to get ready, and I went to take a quick shower. I wanted to be clean and ready when we got back.
It didn’t take long in the emergency room. It turns out Saturday mornings are pretty slow in the E.R. We got back around lunchtime, but neither of us were hungry – at least, not for food. We were making out before the front door was even closed.
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