The Unwilling Actress

by Bella Dietrich

  Celia was writhing and struggling uselessly against the iron fetters of his hands and the hard weight of his hot steel body. Her breath labored in shudders through her lungs as her body arched her breasts up to his gluttonous mouth. A hot heavy golden honey seemed to flow from deep within her to her breast and out the focused nipple into his draining mouth. He drew his mouth out to the very tip of her nipple, leaving a large wet portion of her breast exposed to the air. She could feel Web's tongue lick in little trails from the base up to the crowning tip of her mountainous breast. He licked and licked both breasts all the way around till both nipples stood up in quivering wet yearning. The sobs that wracked her were easing to strange sounds like a searching puppy eagerly seeking the home flesh of its mother.

  The terrible, beautiful warmth was stealing back through her anger-chilled limbs, and the fire centered somewhere in her depths under her navel was kindling and spreading. It brought a lassitude that relaxed her arms and legs and the muscles gradually eased to limpness against the sheets. A numbing blankness was creeping through her brain, and thought was shrinking out of her consciousness and only feeling was taking over her whole being.

  "Fucking god-damned bitch..." Web muttered against the hot white satin of her skin, kissing the valley between her breasts up her breastbone to her throat where a pulse beat wildly in the tendoned cage. He kissed over the whole surface of her soft shoulders and the hollows of her tender young throat, up her jaw and ears, plunging his tongue into the hot haven of her rosy little ears. He could feel her shiver and shake beneath him. She was heating up again just fine... and the thought sent a stabbing shiver down his spine that dove inward to pierce his bloated balls. Jesus. He didn't want to be a bastard, but no bitch was going to treat him the way she had.

  He kissed the salty tears from her temples and cheeks, over her little nose and across both fluttering ivory spoons of her eyelids. Web found her soft trembling mouth with his and bruised his lips down on hers. Her mouth responded and clung to him. Cautiously and waiting for one false move, he slid his hands up her arms and dug one arm under her to cup her buttock. Her hands and arms fluttered tentatively up to slide around his shoulders and up the back of his neck. That was better. He could feel the muscles tighten in her thighs as he lay between them, and the blood in his cock was beating urgently in a message he was sure she was receiving in the warm bowl of her belly.

  "Mmm-mmmmmm-mmm," Celia heard him groan in her mouth as his tongue lunged between her teeth and probed her own deeply. She could feel the hard muscles of his shoulders and arms bulge, and he tightened his hold on her and the weight of him pressing her into the crisp sheets was suddenly a dear weight she felt she could bear forever. Timidly her hands strayed down his hard naked body. She no longer felt pinned down but protected by his strong muscular body, wide shoulders narrowing to lean buttocks. Even as she held him, naked and close between her legs she wanted to be even closer.

  Web slid one hand down the silken length of her beautiful body that cushioned him so perfectly. He moved slightly to allow his hand to inch toward her mound. The soft crisp hairs were electric to his fingers, and he parted them gently to slide one finger down into the hot channel he'd already prepared. His finger met slippery, silken wet flesh, and he slid up and down the length of delicious slit, open and silkily liquid to receive him.

  "Ohhhhhh... We-e-e-e-ebbbb!" she groaned and writhed beneath him. She felt again the sliding delicacy of his finger in her private part.

  "Goddd... baby... stop kidding yourself! You're hotter than a pistol. I can't wait, baby... you're all ready... I'm going to put... my love stick right up in... your love nest...." He panted, catching his hard, impatient, throbbing prick and placing it in position right in the edge of her slippery vulva lips.

  Her eyes opened, and the glaze of passion was suddenly wiped with fear. "Oh... Web... please... don't... stop... stop now!" The tears poured afresh from her eyes and naked terror shone once more from her face. "I... never... have... please don't...." All the while she begged him not to, her pelvis arched up to him and her hands clutched his shoulders. If ever a woman needed fucking, this one did! Web flexed his knees and tightened his buttocks and dived into her waiting, quivering heaven open beneath him. Jesus! She was so tight it was like having his cock skinned by a vise... and he was only inside an inch or two. Christ! Maybe she was telling the truth. It seemed impossible that a girl this beautiful could possibly be a virgin at nineteen in this day and age. But she had come from a small provincial town.

  Celia felt hysteria begin to grip her though she had no name for the fragmented helpless feeling that made her want to scream and curse and sob and strike out. He was doing it! She could feel his great throbbing instrument forcing against her tender flesh. It was so huge! It would kill her! There'd be headlines. Her father would know that she'd finally sunk to the level of his predictions.

  Her body seemed not to heed the terror that was stalking through her just from the feel of his great pulsating organ that was inside her so tightly. Involuntarily and without her permission, her pelvis ground up to him and he eagerly forced the advantage, taking her movement as a signal.

  "God... baby... you're so tight... so good!" he grunted, burying his lips in her neck. "Ohhhhh... I can't wait...." She felt Web arch and lunge, and she was split! The pain was excruciating!

  "Ahhhhhhhhh!" she screamed a high piercing wail so loud that he was afraid someone would come to investigate. He covered her mouth with his to stifle her. Jesus! She was telling the truth! She was a virgin! My God! Her tight little cunt was almost painful, clenched around his prick so hard and close, and something had given when he'd lunged so hard. He'd felt it. The tears were pouring from her eyes again, and she was blubbering into his mouth pitifully from the pain.

  "Lie still," he commanded. "Be very still. I won't move. It's all right, baby. It'll stop hurting in a minute."

  "We-e-ebb," she sobbed. "Hu-u-ur-r-rts... so... terrible... please." She'd never felt such unbelievable pain. The knife of his huge penis had sliced her in two, and she knew she must be bleeding. It couldn't hurt so unbearably without bleeding. She wondered dimly if she'd have to go to a hospital to be sewn up.

  "It always hurts the first time... but it'll stop soon," he soothed, kissing her wet face and smoothing her tear-soaked hair away from her temples. "I promise you, baby. It'll stop. We'll lie very still till it stops hurting." He was still amazed that she'd been telling the truth. He'd heard that line from so many, dames who'd been at it since they were fifteen, hot and heavy. Despite his guilt, his long-denied penis jerked inside brutally, joyful at being where it needed to be at long last. A grimace of pain twisted her face and she wailed again.

  "No-o-o-o-o-o-o...." Celia heard the sound come out her own throat as she felt his mammoth organ jerk deep inside her belly. It hurt so terribly she didn't know how she was going to stand it. She felt Web withdraw a fraction of an inch, and she held her breath and then caught it... anticipating more agony.

  Very slowly Web pushed forward again and then eased out a bit more, feeling the hard rubbery walls of her vagina hold him in a biting grip. God! He'd never felt anything so fantastic. She had the smallest tightest little cunt he'd ever been in, and he longed to fuck into her frantically, for the pressure in his balls was almost excruciating. Suddenly he couldn't stand it. She'd pushed his buttons long enough! He lunged, hoping he wasn't tearing her too badly, but unable to stop. He had to have it now!

  The pain was excruciating as she felt his huge, filling, ripping penis fucking in and out of her small helpless body. She tried to will her mind to ignore it, to erase it, to get somehow above the torture, but she felt all of it, all of the ramming, raping bull organ that ravished her.

  To Celia's amazement the pain was gradually being mixed with a strange excitement. Somewhere in the hysterical, frantic workings of her numbed brain, she knew she was no longer a virgin, no longer pure, that her father's predictions had come true... she was a fallen
woman... a whore. Her throat closed even tighter, and she screamed brokenly, "I... don't want... to be... a... whore...."

  "You're not a whore, baby," he panted. Jesus! No whore could be as hot and tight and fucking good as this.

  Her body and her mind and her heart had never been so assaulted with such conflicts and questions and unfamiliar emotions. She was never going to be the same after this night. Her whole life was being changed right now, this moment. Out of the whirling chaos in her head, Patrick's lines in the play came back to her... "Virginity by being once lost may be ten times found...." She must cling to that. She repeated it over and over in her head as she felt Web's great, huge steel shaft begin to ease a little deeper inside her.

  Web increased the slow plunder into her, trying to distract his wildly eager cock until she came fully to life and could enjoy it. As he kissed her, his hand stroked her white silken skin... her breast and rib cage and curved hip and thigh. As he pulled his huge impatient prick out almost to the end, he slipped his hand between their naked bodies and found the quivering little button of her clitoris. Gently he massaged it and it rose to swift attention, erect and quaking, and she moaned and arched beneath him.

  He wanted to go down on her and suck her frightened little cunt to wild orgasms, but he knew that could frighten her even more than fucking right now. As he massaged the tiny organ with his finger, he could fuck into her easier, for she was flowing fresh rivulets of fluid from deep within her.

  "Oh-h-h-h..." she moaned softly as she felt the incredible sensation of his finger on her there. A fluid warmth was vibrating somehow down there, and she wanted to be closer and closer to him. She could feel his mammoth penis sliding into her, and she wanted it there now. She wanted him deeply inside her... a part of her... joined and closer... and closer. Her thighs opened wider of their own accord and her hips lifted up to meet his thrusts and it was beautiful to hold him deep in the well of her body.

  His hand slipped around to hold her naked, firmly round buttocks and lift her even closer to him as he plunged into the heaven of her close-fitting vagina. The muscular walls were clasping and holding him now in eagerness, and he could begin to unleash the full force of the raging carnality of his bulging, thrusting, huge, blood-gorged cock that had been so long denied.

  Celia whimpered in his arms and kissed him hungrily, her tiny tongue darting timidly at first into his mouth. Slowly she was beginning to writhe and undulate beneath him, her breasts and belly and thighs and hips arching in turn to cleave even closer to his deepening thrusts into her moist velvet cavern that choked hard on his great blunt rod. His mouth was ravenously trying to suck the sweet nectar from her ripe lips while their tongues made love in lewd fucking, back and forth in time to his hardening lunges deep into the secret recesses of her awakening body.

  Web forced his hands beneath her shoulders and ran them under her to feel the smooth curves of her back and hips. He felt the raised ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she writhed slowly to him in a slow teasing rhythm. Her innocence was being overcome by the age-old instincts that flowed hotly in her blood without her knowledge. He wedged his hands under her smooth buttocks, sucked in his breath and threw his hips forward, feeling her receptive, moistly tight virginal hole accepting and absorbing his rigid prick all the way to the hilt.

  "Ah-h-h-h-hhhhhh!" she screamed, but the passion had somehow edged over the pain. There was a strange pride in knowing she had taken all of him into her body... deeply into her very depths to hold him and cherish him. She was his woman. She must be a full woman and bear the pain for his sake. "Oh, God!" Celia cried out at the almost enrapturing sensation of his thick long rock-hard shaft sliding deep deep deep into the seething constriction of her vagina.

  Web could feel his cock buried deep in her fully dilated, moist, clasping cunt and his balls caressing the smooth furrow between her lush white ass cheeks. The knowledge that he was the first... the only man who'd ever been inside her sweet-flowing, encasing pussy sent incredible spasms of enchanting bliss coursing through him. She was his! His very own! No one had ever plowed this field before him and he raked harder into the moist virginal earth of her beautiful, passionate body. There was nothing but the sensation of his heavy cock entombed deep inside the velvety walls of her tight young hole... nothing except the unbelievable pleasure of this wonderful, lovely girl who now wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  "Ohhhh... baby..." he groaned, and Celia still whimpered at the pain-pleasure of the unexpected agony of the rubbery head of his thick cock battering the depths of her soft yielding body. Her torment now seemed to incite his passion even more, and she could feel him drive even harder into her, grinding his pelvis harshly against her tender sensitive loins, flexing the head at the apex of each thrust and raising more moans from deep in her throat. She was entirely impaled on his rampaging cock that was probing the intricate core of her secret depths. She strained up to him, knowing somehow that the pain could only be eased now by heading straight into it and not trying to avoid it... and she was right. A rapturous feeling was beginning to slowly rise in waves of a bliss she could never have imagined.

  "Ohhhh... oh, darling... darling... take me... take all of me... just love me... "she begged in the throes of an ecstatic anesthesia that numbed her reason and judgment and blanked out the whole world except for the union of their wildly cleaving bodies.

  Web could never remember feeling anything to equal the building rapture that her eager young body was giving him and the impassioned begging she moaned up to him only increased his ardor. She was a giving woman. She gave and he wanted all she had. Christ! He could fuck her forever! Her soft young arms were clasping his back as hard as she could and her hands were digging into his flesh and he was sure she didn't even know what her own hands were doing. Soon they'd be digging the nails in furrows down his back!

  He felt her spread her lovely thighs to the fullest, giving him full access to the ravishment of her beautiful wanting pussy that he was giving the best initiation he was capable of. For the first time he began to understand the insistence down through the ages of men for virgins. It was the god-damnedest sensation he'd ever had! Knowing it was the first... and the only time this particular experience could ever happen to her... and that he was the one who could give it to her. Jesus! He was going out of his frigging mind!

  Celia offered up her whole self to Web's demanding hard body that was urging her onward and upward to a universe of feeling she had never before entered. The edge of a whirling vortex was beginning to suck her in as his pillaging penis drove into her sensuous depths and the passionate moans spilled from his lips against her throat where his lips buried and his mouth blew in gusts of hot lascivious anguish. Her whole body lurched and arched up to him, straining ever closer to some holy vision, some godhead of delight that awaited her. Miraculously the pain had gone as he'd predicted, and she could accept his huge throbbing pole completely inside her soft depths with abandoned rapture. She could feel him stroke in and out of her private secret entrance with building intensity and she drove him on... her nails beginning to rake his back. There was some nirvana they were striving for... some pleasure beyond the incredible waves that were washing her ever closer and closer... a goal to be reached... unknown but ecstatic.

  "Ohh... my darling..." she panted, "tell me... show me... teach me..." she begged, tremulous tears of an imagined inadequacy gathering in her eyes.

  Her head was flailing from side to side and her body lurched fitfully as she shook with the unbelievable enormity of what she was feeling and experiencing for the first time. Web could tell that it was going to be all right. Her time was close. He could hold out. By gritting his teeth and forcibly holding back the threatening flood of semen that was splitting his balls he could hold out. He had to! God! He mustn't spoil it now.

  "My... baby... my woman... just hold me... hang on to me!" He frantically grabbed her thighs till they clasped his waist as he fucked into her furiously.
She responded and rode his pole like a dancer, clenching him with fevered arms and hands and legs, wails of unintelligible passion now spilling from her lips, her face contorted in the deep throes of the agonizing ecstasy that was opening for her. His hot wet rod fucked in and out of her clasping pink pussy with a sucking sound that was audible, and he could smell the musky odors of their mutual desire as their fluids poured and mixed and lubricated their mating organs.

  Suddenly she tensed to a rigid string of muscle as she arched even higher, and Web knew it was beginning for her.

  "Cummmmm... cummm... cum on baby cum with me... CUMMMMM!" he screamed just as Celia felt the vortex suck her into a blinding, exploding, whirling, igniting burst of rapture that showered stars in her head and new worlds spun off with the speed of light, colliding and exploding in sheets of light flashes brighter than any sun.

  "AAAAA-EEEEEE-IIIIIII-AAAAAAAAA-EEEEEEEE!" she screamed, her body arched and pushing him with her completely up off the bed till they hung as though pierced through the loins and suspended in midair by an unseen sword. Goo-o-o-od-d-dd! It was too much. Web felt the intricate mechanism of his genitals begin to scream into the agonizing release of his own orgasm, triggered by her exploding body. Great pressurized streams of semen flew from his bursting balls to roar down the constricted channels of his rigid penis and into her blinding-hot belly and pool deep in her vitals. He could feel the pumping gusts spewing out the nozzle of his cock in spending spraying beautiful streams. Jesus!