by Powerone
As much as he enjoyed her pussy lips encasing his cock, there was a better place for it. He had to pull his finger from her anus temporarily. His eyes watched as the tiny hole slowly shrank back down, but it was slightly swollen from his finger. He reached between their bodies as he grasped his cock. “It’s time for you to give me your virgin pussy, Frances.” It’d be the first of three virgin holes that he would claim for his own.
She felt the head of his prick move down her slit until it nestled against the tight opening of her virgin hole. She should protest what he was about to do, but she wanted it as much as he did. Then, she remembered what Pearl told her, reluctance. “NO, I’m a virgin,” she protested loudly for all to her, but she didn’t think it sounded convincing.
The head of his cock was gripped by her tight hole, but with their juices to aid him, he’d soon take her. He had to hold the shaft of his cock to keep it from bending as he pushed her down onto his rampaging cock. He felt her hymen as he continued to drive it in. He could feel it stretch, but he stopped pushing. She’d be the one that took her hymen.
She knew that her virginity would be gone in seconds as she braced for the pain.
His other hand slid back onto her ass and in her crack. He could feel her tense up for the inevitable. He pushed his thumb down on her anus. He felt her muscles contract, and then, he plunged his thumb in unmercifully. He didn’t stop until he was knuckle deep in her rectum. But it was her shrill cry and her uncontrollable movement that brought him his ultimate pleasure.
She felt a finger on her anus, but she concentrated on his prick that sought entrance to her quim. It caught her unprepared. “NNNNOOOO! OOOWWWWWW!” His finger plunged in her backside with such ferocity. It felt like a bat was shoved in, and she reacted to the cruel invasion by trying to escape it. Unfortunately, her body moved away from it, and she was met by his insistent prick in her quim. Her body jerked in pain then pushed back when her hymen was torn. He’d cruelly made her take her own virginity. Now, she was caught between two invaders. The one in her quim pushed in deeper, slick with her virgin blood. The one in her anus felt so big and thick, stretching her in places that shouldn’t be stretched from the outside. She felt it move deeper inside her, making her push away and take more of his prick in her once-virgin quim.
“I’ve got both holes for my own,” Joseph proudly declared to all. Her pussy was so hot and tight around his cock. He reluctantly pulled his finger out of her ass so he could give all his attention to his cock. There would be time for her ass later once he came in her once-virgin pussy for the first time.
She felt some relief when he deserted her backside, but his hands on her hips sought more pleasure from his prick. She could feel the massive flesh stretch her as he began to push it inside her. She felt him pull out, but it was only so he could get more power behind the next thrust and take her deeper. She hadn’t even seen his prick, but she could feel it. It stretched and rubbed her in places that were untouched. It continued to burrow into her like some animal.
Now that was pure pleasure. His cock continued to go in deeper as her insides stretched and her muscles surged around it with such joy. He had a hard time pulling out when she gripped him so tight, but then, he thrust in with all the power he could muster to drive inch after inch of cock inside her. He kept her cheeks parted so he could watch her tiny anus open and close in sympathy to what her pussy endured to take his cock. It took long minutes, but he was soon fully inside her pussy. He began to fuck her vigorously as he sought to cum. He didn’t desert her anus. He began to spank it with two fingers, not hard at first but with enough authority so that she knew he was her master. Each time he slapped her, her pussy muscles would tighten up. He didn’t know if she did it on purpose or it was reflective, but he didn’t care.
She felt him spank her in such an unlikely place. His fingers assaulted her anus. It stung the first time and he continued to hit her harder with each blow, but it lost its painful consequences as her quim clenched on his prick in response. Her body was in a state of flux, Frances unable to understand what was happening to her. His prick took her fully with each thrust as his hands guided her every movement to give him the pleasure he desired. She couldn’t believe that his prick could get bigger, but it felt that way. She’d wished she could’ve seen it before he took her. It was still a mystery to her.
He quit slapping her anus, concentrating on driving her up and down on his cock. He was ready to cum as he speeded up his thrusts. “Squeeze my cock with your pussy so I can fill you with my cum.”
She didn’t know what to expect, but it was about to happen to her. Her once-virgin quim was taken by his prick with such power. Now, she’d feel a man cum, not sure what that would feel like or if she could even feel it. It shocked her when he cried out so loudly, but it was followed by a jet of his cum that bathed her quim. She could smell it as he continued to ride her, surprised when she felt another jet shoot inside her. How many times will he do this? She could feel his wetness flood her as he continued to spew inside her. Will he never finish?
It was as if her pussy wrung every drop of cum from his balls with her clenching muscles. For a virgin, she was a natural. He shot inside her as if he hadn’t cum in weeks or months. He didn’t want it to end, but she finally drained him dry. Even then, he was reluctant to pull out, but it was her pussy that forced him to leave. He saw his white cum leak out behind it. She was well fucked.
She was disappointed when he pulled out. It felt like gallons of his cum was inside her, but it was her disappointment that she didn’t get any pleasure. Will he be the only one that gets pleasure from this? She waited on his lap, not sure if he was done with her or what would happen.
CHAPTER 8
Her Birthday Cakes
Clara got up to help Joseph. “Over here, Frances. There is more birthday celebration for you.”
Frances was led over to the table.
“Take off the rest of your clothes, Frances,” Joseph ordered her.
She looked over, and everyone looked at her. She was naked from the waist down, and his cum still dripped down her thighs. She was expected to strip naked in front of them, and she knew there would be more than that. The table was long and could hold a body, her body. She began to unbutton the silk blouse. Her fingers trembled as she opened each button as if it was the first button she opened. It began to open up. The camisole left a lot of her cleavage exposed as she pulled the blouse off. She held her breath as she pulled the camisole off, putting her hands over her naked breasts in shame. It was a futile gesture as she was naked below the waist and they’d seen her lose her virginity to the man. She put her arms to the sides and stood there, naked in her splendor.
Her full breasts stood up haughtily, but it was her nipples that stood out like hard pebbles surrounded by large, dark areolas. Frances stood up tall and straight with her back arched. Joseph didn’t know if she did this naturally or she was thrusting out her breasts proudly for all to see. They’ll make nice targets. “Sit on the table.”
She didn’t protest as she sat on the edge of the table, her thighs clenched tightly together, as if that would do any good.
“Lie back and relax.” Clara tried to soothe her as she gently pushed her onto her back. “Slide back farther so your feet can be all the way on the table.”
She squeaked along the cold wooden table as she got into the center of it. She saw the two of them tower over her as they stood near her. She grew nervous.
“Arms stretched over your head,” Clara ordered her as Joseph waited with the leather straps and cuffs. Before Frances knew what was happening, he pinned both of her wrists in one hand and he began to secure her wrists in the leather cuffs.
She looked behind her when her hands were grasped and saw leather straps in his hands. Instinct told her to fight, but she didn’t. She had to obey, that was her life now. She’d already lost her virginity; it would be foolish to fight them now and end up in the street already. She’d have to endure. If Catherine co
uld do it, she’d do it, too. It didn’t take long before her arms were stretched tightly over her head. But then, she felt hands on her legs, one of them on each side of her. In their hands were more leather straps, and she knew where they’d go, but she didn’t expect that they’d spread her legs, although she should’ve. When they finished, her legs were spread to the edges of the table. Her quim opened up once again, and the way she faced, all the other people had an excellent view to see her intimately. At least her backside wasn’t easily accessible.
They weren’t finished with her yet. Joseph had a large leather belt that went around her middle and pinned her to the table. He didn’t want her to squirm much.
She felt like a bug that was pinned to an examination table. She couldn’t move an inch. Then, she saw him open up a box. He took out a dozen candles, but these weren’t small birthday candles. They were long, black tapers. She smelled the match as he lit it, and then, he touched it to one of the candles. It began to flicker brightly, and she saw him tilt it slightly until the wax began to melt. It ran down the side of the taper until it dropped onto the table. “NNNOOO!” She couldn’t understand how naïve she was until she realized what he was about to do. He’d drip the wax but not on the table. It would be on her body, and she feared the position she was bound in where it would be dripped.
“Instead of making a wish and blowing out the candle, I’m going to make a wish and make my wish happen with the candle.”
She couldn’t do a thing as he moved close to her. She knew where he was aiming as he stood near to her head. He reached over with the candle and poised it over her right breast. He lowered it until it was about two feet above it, and then, he tilted the candle. She could only watch in apprehension as the flame flickered on the black wax. It slowly began to melt. It was as if it was slow motion as the wax melted and began to slide down the edge of the candle. It began to form up into a ball at the edge as more hot wax joined the rest. The ball of wax began to stretch, and then, it slowly began to break away. It suddenly broke free and dropped onto her flesh with a loud thud. It took a second, but it felt like eternity before the hot wax seared and encased its target, her nipple. It was still hard when it hit, as though she wanted this. “OOOOWWWW!” The searing heat went to the depths of her breast like a spear. Even as the wax cooled, her nipple was trapped in the warming embrace of the wax.
Joseph dropped more wax on her unprotected breast, but it didn’t have the impact as when he scorched her nipple. She cried out, but it wasn’t as desperate. He moved to the other side of her. There was still another nipple that was untouched. His fingers ran sensuously over the very tip of it until he coaxed it to hardness. “Your nipple begs for the touch of the hot wax, Frances.”
It was worse this time, because she knew what would happen and what it would feel like. She begged him, but he only smirked. He’d taken his prick out again, and his wife stroked it. He enjoyed her anguish. She feared what he’d subjected her to in the future if this made him excited. He tilted the candle, and she watched as her fate unfolded in front of her. It didn’t take long before her cry rang out in the room as a thick lump of hot wax surrounded her nipple. It took a long time before the intense pain turned to a dull ache. She was sure that her nipples were ruined. At least she had no more nipples to torment.
Joseph’s erection returned to its hardness, but there was more. He moved to her legs with Clara next to him with her fingers wrapped around his cock. Soon, he’d have Frances trained to be his sex slave and obedient to his every perverted wish.
“Should I spread her lips open for you, Joseph?”
“No, let me work on her outer lips first.” He’d take her from pain to pleasure before she knew what happened. He was sure that she was a bit sore from him taking her virginity, but that only made it better.
“Not there, please, noooooo!” Now she panicked. Her nipples were sensitive enough, but her quim was delicate and shouldn’t be treated like that. She begged and pleaded, but his wife only rubbed his prick faster as the candle was poised over her quim. Her only saving grace was that he held it up higher so it would cool faster as it fell, but she doubted that she’d know the difference when the wax found its target. He’d done this before, because his aim was excellent. The candle was burned halfway down, but there was a lot left to melt.
Joseph began to melt the wax. He’d start at the top of her slit, catching each side as he worked down her lips. Her bush was fine hairs, but they’d soon be thick with the black wax. The first drop fell quickly and found her full, puffy lips with ease and slapped loudly on the flesh.
She cried out, but it wasn’t as intense as she expected it to be. It stung all the way down, but she didn’t know if it was because of her pubic hairs or she was just getting used to being subjected to such abuse. He went from one side to the other, but it was when his wife opened up her lips that she feared now. Her inner lips were soft and delicate, hidden from the outside by her lips.
Joseph grew bored at getting no response from her. She whimpered, but she sounded like a lost puppy, not the anguish that made his cock hard. “Spread her open, and we’ll see what kind of response we get out of Frances.”
For the first time she felt a woman’s hands between her legs. It was shameful when she pinched her lips tightly and then spread them wide, but it was her husband that she feared and his candle. She saw the eager look in his eyes as the candle wax melted. He got his wish when the first blob of hot wax found her soft inner lips. “OOOOWWWW!”
Her cry shattered the room, but Joseph didn’t wait before he moved the candle to the other side. He’d started in the middle so he could end up at each end with her clit receiving the final wax. His balls ached in the need to cum, in spite of cumming not too long ago. He was sure he could do it again with ease.
It was as bad as she though it would be, but at least he moved quickly up and down her slit. The worst part was when he dropped wax on her newly opened quim. It felt as though it flowed freely inside. But her mind changed when he went back up her slit and he sought out that special place that she’d never touched. The wax found her pleasure button before her fingers had tested her pleasure. As she cried out, she hoped he didn’t ruin her forever.
He knew that she’d be okay after he finished with the wax. He’d done this many times, and except for some tenderness, they all survived the ordeal and it made them more obedient. He picked up the eighteen-inch wooden ruler now. It was a sturdy ruler, but the length gave it some flexibility.
She didn’t have to ask the question of what he’d do with the ruler. He was at her knees, and he reached out between her legs. She tried to close them, but all it did was make her muscles clench. The straps held her legs submissively spread and left her vulnerable.
“Smmack! SMMMMACCKKK!” He started with her thighs, working over the white, soft flesh from knees to crotch with deliberate skill. He could see the way her body tightened up when he approached her crotch, but then, he moved to the other side to make the white skin just as pink.
“Smmack! SMMMMACCKKK!”
Frances braced herself, but she was surprised when he used the ruler on her quim the first time. It smashed onto her lips, but they were fleshy, and except for a tingle, the pain wasn’t there. The wax went flying as the ruler knocked it off with each blow.
“Smmack! SMMMMACCKKK!”
Even when he began to run up and down her outer lips on both sides, it didn’t hurt. Frances was confused at her reactions. She did cry out for him to stop, but it was for him, not her. She could feel her lips swell up under the assault of the hard ruler, but it wasn’t without a pleasurable tingle between her legs. Her outer lips only had small places where the black wax was stuck to her pubic hairs.
“She grows wet,” Joseph surprised by her reaction. “Hold her open, Clara, so I can find nice, delicate flesh for the ruler.”
Clara was more than willing. She gripped one of her lips tightly between her index finger and thumb. She felt the oily wetness as she be
gan to pull her lip open. The insides were covered with black wax, but just a touch of her fingers knocked it off. She was too wet beneath it for it to stick anymore.
“SMMMMACCKKK! SMMMMACCKKK!”
“AAAHHH!” That got Frances attention. She was tender from the wax, and the wooden ruler was flexible as it sprang and hit her inner lips with such conviction. It burned, but it quickly went away as her body braced for the next blow. It was forthcoming quickly.
“SMMMMACCKKK! SMMMMACCKKK!”
Her cry was muffled as the rule took its toll on her inner lips. She grew wetter, and she didn’t understand why, but she was unfulfilled when she lost her virginity and wanted to experience what a woman feels when she received pleasure. If this was the only way she could do it that is what she’d do. She hoped that her pleasure button wouldn’t be immune from the ruler. She could only hope that it wouldn’t be pure pain she felt.
“SMMMMACCKKK! SMMMMACCKKK!”
Clara held each side open while Joseph worked her over. The ruler hit her flesh with a resounding wet thump instead of a smack. She grew wetter. Clara could see the signs that Joseph wouldn’t miss his own pleasure. He stroked his cock as he hit her with the ruler. “Hit her clit, make her cum for you.”
Frances felt her lips pulled back at the top of her slit. I can almost feel my pleasure button swell up as if it seeks out the harsh touch of the ruler, or was it my imagination? Her ass rose up from the table to push her quim higher.
“TTTHHUDD! THHHUDD!”
“AAAAHHHWWW!” Frances never felt anything like it before. It was pain and pleasure mixed together until she couldn’t tell the difference between them or cared. It felt like her pleasure button swelled up and filled with blood. She saw the ruler swing down once again, and her body shuddered as it took its toll on her most intimate body. She cried out again as her pleasure button felt as though it would explode.
