by Powerone
It was time. He reached for his cock. His ass arched up high so he could stretch it out and rub it up and down her slit. She might say no, but her wetness said yes. He made sure that he paid special attention to her clit. The girls were never allowed to masturbate, so this would be a new experience that she’d relish. “Get ready, Catherine.”
She felt the massive head of his prick as it moved down to the opening of her pussy. It snuggled into the tight hole, overpowering it with its thickness. It would never fit. His body covered hers, hot flesh against her. She felt her hard nipples press into his chest, but it was his prick that got all her attention. She felt his lower body begin to move. At first, she could barely feel it, but then, his prick became more demanding. Her pussy began to open up. Her muscles tried to keep him out, but it was as though her clenching muscles only aided his lust. His prick was alive in her pussy as it nuzzled against her hymen. She could feel it stretch, more than his finger did. She knew he wouldn’t pull back. He’d take her in this one final act.
It was time, Theodore unable and unwilling to wait any longer. He leaned over, and he kissed her. He had to hold her head when she tried to move away. His lips were demanding as well as his tongue as it pushed into her unwilling mouth. He gave a sharp push with his hips, and that was all that it took. She held out for the briefest of seconds, but then, it was done. Two inches of cock sank into her, aided by her blood. But it was her scream that he captured with his kiss that excited him so much.
“OOOOWWWW!” Her scream was muffled by his unexpected kiss. Their lips were sealed at the moment his prick ripped through her hymen. The pain was acute, and she felt the wetness between her legs. This time, it wasn’t her arousal, but her virgin blood. Then, she felt his prick burrow into her. She was stretched wide as the thick head forced her open. She could feel inches of his prick lay claim to her once-virgin passage. He released her lips, but he hovered over her, staring at her face as his hips began to move urgently. “No, not so fast, let me grow accustom to it,” she begged, but his prick began to move inside her. She could feel it pull out, and her pussy opened up as the thick head withdrew. She thought she’d get some relief, but then, he pushed back in. This time, his prick drove deeper into her as if he tried to pin her to the bed with his prick.
It had been decades since he took a virgin, not sure why he hadn’t done this before. It was as if his cock was sucked into a hot, tight hole. Her muscles rippled over the head of his cock to bring him such pleasure. When he withdrew, it felt like her muscles didn’t want him to pull out. He was eager to bury his cock as deep as he could inside her pussy. He struggled to hold out as long as he could before he came. It was too good not to savor every minute of it. His hips began to move more urgently, grunting as he fought her resisting muscles when he drove in.
She was stretched by his prick, but the pain of losing her virginity was gone as if it never happened. She began to feel things she never expected. His prick was hard and big, and it stretched her, but it wasn’t pain that she felt. His prick took possession of her pussy like nothing she could imagine. It filled her with hard, pulsating flesh that moved like a giant snake inside her. She couldn’t believe his hips drove his prick in and out with such speed. His prick continued to touch her in places that had never been touched before. Her nipples ached in pain from his chest hairs rubbing on them, but even that was pleasure by the time it went between her legs. It was as if her whole body was consumed by the prick that ravaged inside her.
Mary could see the change in her. “Wrap your legs around his ass and lock your ankles, Catherine.” She was surprised that her legs began to rise up, and Theodore took advantage as he speeded up his thrusts. “All the way up.”
She couldn’t believe she did it, but when she started to raise them, she felt his prick dig deeper inside her with such authority. She couldn’t believe it could get better, but it did. Then, she remembered what the men wanted from her, reluctance. “No, don’t make me do that. Your prick is going in too deep. It’ll kill me,” she cried out as her legs went around his ass, and she locked her heels together. It was as if she could control the movement of his prick.
Theodore felt the pleasure in spite of the head of his cock banging hard against her cervix. He was all the way in. He made his cock jerk and shudder, but her tight pussy gripped him so tight that it could barely move. She’d locked her legs around him to hold him in, but that didn’t stop his hips from pumping her with his cock.
Mary came over and ran her hand down Theodore’s back and then his ass. It moved vigorously as he fucked her. “Theodore is giving you a thorough fucking for your first time. Squeeze your pussy muscles on his cock to please him.” She continued to caress him with her hand sliding over his ass and between his legs to squeeze his balls gently. She could feel his cock as it slid in and out, wet with her virgin blood.
Catherine tried to clench her pussy muscles. She gripped his prick tightly until he could barely move it, then she relaxed as his prick continued to move in and out. She couldn’t believe that she had such skills. She began to squeeze his prick rhythmically, yet she knew what he wanted. “Not so hard, take it out, please, noo, noooo,” she begged him as she milked his prick. She began to feel something that she never expected. When he pushed in deep and made his prick move inside her, she felt his body touch her pleasure button in just the right way.
She tried to move her head away from his as he nuzzled her neck and bit it while he fucked her. His weight was heavy on top of her, but all her attention was between her legs. She wanted more of his touch on her pleasure button.
Theodore loved it when Mary caressed him as he fucked Catherine. Her fingers clenched his balls and squeezed them, and it drove his lust more. He felt her fingers reach down farther and run over his cock as it slid in and out. Catherine cried out in denial, but her pussy cried out for more. Her urgent clenching of her muscles on his cock meant he wouldn’t last much longer. The cum began to bubble up in his balls.
Catherine couldn’t believe that she had this monstrous prick inside her or that it grew bigger. She was unsure of when he’d cum or how it would feel, but her body was on edge. She hoped that she’d get pleasure from it as it began to build in her body.
It was Mary’s fingers that trailed down between his buttocks and ran over his anus before she found his balls that sent him over the edge. He couldn’t contain himself any longer. His muscles tightened up, but his hips moved urgently. Her tight muscles rang every drop of pleasure from his cock. “Take it, Catherine, take my cum inside your once-virgin pussy,” his voice rang out.
His cry surprised her but not as much as the way the head of his prick swelled up like a balloon. Then, it shot out inside her. She couldn’t believe she could feel it, but it was powerful as it jetted inside her. It flooded her insides, but she couldn’t believe that he kept pumping her with his prick. She expected him to shoot and that would be it. Then, she felt it again, but this time, she met it with her own clenching as though she could milk out another jet of his cum inside her. Instead of stopping or slowing down, he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, all while he continued to shoot inside her. It felt as though he dumped a gallon of his cum inside her before she felt him slow down. She kept her legs tight around his ass and squeezed his shrinking prick. “You shouldn’t have cum in me,” she cried out in protest as she milked the last of it. She smelled the foul scent of cum.
Catherine was glad he finally pulled out of her. It felt good to lose the weight on her, but she felt let down. The pleasure was building in her body, but then, he came and that was it. She expected to be finished, but his wife came over to her. She wiped up the leaking cum and blood from her pussy with a soft, warm cloth. It felt good to be rid of it.
Catherine watched as she did the same thing to him, but she spent more time on his prick. It had lost some of its luster, but her fingers on it urged the hardness back in. She caressed it for five minutes, and Catherine watched what she did to excite him with rapt i
nterest. She knew that she’d have to do the same thing in the future.
Then, she saw him move toward her. His prick rose up once again in front of him. She saw the look on his face as he stroked it. “No, not again, I’m too sore,” she cried out in protest, but she kept her legs spread while he climbed between him. She shivered when he rubbed the head of his prick up and down her slit once again. He pushed his prick inside her. She was sore, but his prick entered her wet pussy without much trouble. He began to fuck her once again as she gripped his prick. Will he make me cum this time?
He took her longer, but he never gave her the pleasure she was looking for. After he came, she was allowed to go back up to the room and take a hot bath and change her clothes before she was taken back to the orphanage but through the back. Her new room was nicer.
That night she came for the first time with the skill of her hand and the images of her losing her virginity while bound and watched by an audience. It didn’t take long, and it was more than she expected when she came. It overtook her body with such pleasure, and her pussy surged her juices as though she was a man. She only hoped that the next time the man would make her cum, but if not, she’d practice by herself.
CHAPTER 6
Frances
Frances was always ashamed of her weight. Even when she was small, she was bigger than any of the girls her age. Her mother tried to shame her out of it, but that didn’t do any good except to alienate her. Her father was always too busy with work.
It was difficult when she grew up. Her parents were wealthy and there was always great food in abundance. Even when her mother tried to limit her food intake, the servants were easy prey for her. She was good at preying on their emotions. Who could deny a poor girl, especially when she was the daughter of their employer?
She didn’t have a lot of friends growing up. No one wanted to play with the fat girl. She found refuge in her own fantasies. It wasn’t until she turned fifteen that her problem with weight turned around, but it wasn’t a pleasant outcome that did it. Her mother took sick during the winter, and she succumbed to cancer in a short time. Her body withered away as Frances watched, unable to do anything. Frances didn’t even know what cancer was.
Frances took it hard, blaming herself for killing her. She was fat, and it was her punishment that killed her mother. She vowed that her weight wouldn’t kill her father. She began to lose weight, but she didn’t get the respect and encouragement from her father that she expected. Frances didn’t know of the financial troubles that began to plague the country, and her father was consumed at saving his wealth.
By the time Frances had her sixtieth birthday, her body was slim, and you could see her girlish figure appear. Her breasts began to sprout. Her hips filled out, but it was her backside that caused Frances anguish. As her father tried to say diplomatically, she had full buttocks, but Frances saw them as fat. She saw other sixteen-year-old girls like her, and their buttocks were nowhere near the size of hers. Hers looked like the buttocks of a full-grown woman of twenty-five but housed in a sixteen-year-old body.
“You’ll grow into them,” her father told her.
That did little to dispel her fears. Her full buttocks also drew the lustful stares of men, not boys. As she walked by them, she knew they turned to watch her buttocks undulate without her turning around to see their faces. No matter what she did, nothing would help. She couldn’t even contain her walk. She’d heard muffled conversations as she walked by men.
“Her ass is hypnotic, swaying back and forth with such grace and beauty.”
“I’d love to get a hold of that ass. I could play with it for hours.” She didn’t know “what play with it for hours” entailed. What could entertain them for hours with my buttocks?
But the worst was, “I’d love to get her over my lap and spank it while she rubs on my cock.” That was degrading and obscene, especially from a man with good breeding and character. How could spanking a girl bring him any pleasure?
She finally got over her mother’s death and her blame after she lost the excess weight. It was her redemption, and she knew her mother was pleased when she looked down from heaven. But then, misfortune befell her again, this time her father. A disgruntled investor in one of his businesses shot him. She never heard about Black Tuesday or Black Thursday. All she knew was that her father was dead, but to make it worse, he’d lost all of their money. She was left penniless at the ripe age of sixteen.
Not like Catherine, Frances was spirted away to New Beginnings Orphanage immediately without seeing firsthand the deplorable conditions in a state or city orphanage. It wasn’t because of anything that Theodore had done, but Theodore did what Joseph desired.
Joseph had been looking for a suitable candidate for his desires ever since he joined the project. He had a private detective keep track of all the deaths of wealthy men or women, and he was presented with any relevant ones that had daughters of the desirable age.
His cock reared up like an angry serpent when he saw the pictures that the detective brought over. Here, before him, in the pictures was a beautiful sixteen-year-old girl. She had auburn hair that hung down to her waist, but it wasn’t the hair that attracted his attention or arousal. Just beneath the end of her hair was the most luscious and plump buttocks he ever saw, yet it was on a sixteen-year-old girl. Her ass was curvy and voluptuous. It took a long time before he could draw his eyes from the one picture to see the rest of her.
She was beautiful, with a small, turned-up nose, pink lips and flawless skin. She had a frown on her face, but that was expected under the circumstances. Her hips were full like a woman, yet her breasts were small, but she’d have two years to mature. She was intelligent but sheltered. She was also poor now with no relatives that the detective could find. If Theodore scooped her up quickly and quietly, none would be sought out.
He talked to Theodore, and within hours, it was done. She was safely secured in New Beginnings Orphanage, the second girl.
Clara saw Joseph staring at the pictures after he told her of his success. “She is just what you were looking for. She looks like she’ll train easily.” Joseph loved lush asses and could spend hours playing with them in the most unorthodox ways. Clara had found out as soon as they were married and let him indulge his fantasies and perversions on her. Over the years, he wanted fresh flesh to partake of, and Clara saw that it was her duty to please her husband in any manner he desired. It was Theodore that brought up the idea of New Beginnings Orphanage and what they could look forward to when the girls turned eighteen and consented. It would be a long two years for Joseph to wait, but it would be worth it.
The edge of the picture was already curled up from his constant handling of it, but he couldn’t put it down. His mind was in a constant flux of visions of Frances at eighteen bent over his naked lap, her skirt up and her knickers down as he began to spank her. Her every movement would bring such delight to his naked cock as she rode it back and forth in anguish.
That would only be the beginning. He could probe, penetrate and fondle her ass. He’d introduce her to the act of sodomy while everyone watched his skill at the perverted act.
“Would you like me to jerk your cock while you look at the pictures until you cum, Joseph?” She could see how excited he was. His cock looked as though it would burst from his pants.
He put the pictures in his drawer when she said that. “No, she’s a girl now. I’ll wait two years, until she’s a woman, and she’ll willingly give up her virgin ass for the pleasure of my cock. I won’t tarnish her now.”
“Yes, dear,” she responded. She’d take care of his desires tonight when they went to bed. He’d take her in the ass, and she’d squeeze him until he came. It would hold off his lust for a while, but she knew it would be a long two years for him to wait.
It was a quick and torturous transformation of Frances’s life. She went from rich to an orphan without understanding the ramifications of what happened. She missed her father desperately, but it was her former
life that she missed more.
What made the transformation easier was Catherine, the other girl at the orphanage. Frances never thought it was strange that there were only two of them, but she was glad that it was a nice place where girls of the proper breeding could continue to grow up in the manner they’d been accustomed to. It was a strange rule that they weren’t allowed to touch themselves, but Frances had never done that before, so it wasn’t anything that she missed. Catherine became her best friend, even after four other girls joined the orphanage. Frances never had a best friend before.
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Frances was heartbroken when Catherine turned eighteen and said she would leave the orphanage. But not before she gave Frances a cryptic message.
“We’ll see each other again if you make the right decision.”
Catherine refused to elaborate on it, and the day she left, it was the hardest day since Frances had arrived at the orphanage.
It was another month before it was Frances’s birthday, and she found herself going out into the world under the strict supervision of Pearl. It opened her eyes to what had happened in the last two years to the country. She never realized that the world contained such poverty and misery. She saw beautiful girls on the street, begging for money, dressed in rags. Frances began to grow afraid of what would become of her after next month. She knew she had to leave the orphanage, but she had nowhere to go and no money. Her father’s wealth was gone. This wasn’t the future she expected.
The one saving grace was that her father was correct about one thing. Her body had grown up to her buttocks. Her breasts filled out, not large but womanly. Her hips were full as well as her buttocks, although when she went out into the world with Pearl, the looks of men returned, but it was more admiration for her buttocks.
