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by Ada Scott


  “I’m gonna fuck you the way a sexy little bitch like you deserves.”

  Grasping his hard cock, his muscles flexing and so clearly defined, he aimed his hard length down at my slit and I gasped when I felt the tip of it touch my virgin folds. I braced my hands on the couch again, trying to stop myself from hyperventilating.

  This was it, a man had his cock between my legs, I could feel him against my entrance. He was impossibly big, impossibly hard and masculine. It was terrifying and addictive. I needed more.

  “Uhn!” I cried out as Kris put some pressure on.

  He’d made me so wet that my labia was immediately pushed aside, sliding over the head of his cock as my lips had so recently. However, unlike my mouth, my pussy soon reached its limits, stretched out to a tight ring of fire around his girth.

  “Ow! Owowow! Ow, Daddy… it’s so big!”

  “Good girl, you’re so fucking hot, Amy.”

  I bit my lower lip as he pushed forward even harder. He placed his hand on my mound and gently rubbed my clit with his thumb.

  My mind was blown. It was too much sensation coming from one area of my body. Pleasure and pain blurred and merged together into some new kind of fire between my legs.

  The harder he pushed, the faster he rubbed my clit, masking the pain of his size forcing its way into my tight opening. To my surprise, despite the anxiety, I felt the orgasm Kris had stopped me from giving myself building again already.

  Suddenly, I felt the head of his cock slip inside me to press against my hymen and I yelped in response, with no hope to halt the hyperventilation now. I needed more air than I could possibly breathe in.

  Kris’ thumb moved so fast it was practically humming on my clit and, with a jerk of his hips, he pushed forward to tear through the thin evidence of my virginity. It was one more intense sensation added to the melting pot and it started a chain reaction of ecstasy fluttering through my body.

  He’d told me that the next orgasm I had would be with my pussy gripping his cock, but he was only barely correct. My virginal tunnel gripped and released him with each wave of bliss as he slowly forced more and more of his thickness into my untouched depths.

  Every part of me that he claimed by virtue of discovery, by being the first man to touch me there, set off another cascade of pleasure that flowed from my pussy to my clit and echoed out to the tips of my fingers and toes. Kris only paused his strumming of my clit a couple of times to push my most sensitive spot against the advancing shaft of his cock, using it to pleasure me further.

  I shut my eyes and it felt like my spirit was soaring in the clouds somewhere, vaguely tethered to my body by some cord of energy. It was beautiful up there, and I even got butterflies in my stomach when I started to float back down.

  When I opened my eyes, I was back in Kris’ penthouse and he had his full length buried in my newly deflowered pussy. I felt his balls resting on my ass and the tip of his cock faintly brushing my cervix. It was like we were custom-made for each other, he fit that snugly inside me.

  My spirit threatened to take flight again as he started moving inside me, sawing his thick cock in and out. He leaned forward and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life and smiling from ear to ear with my eyes half closed.

  I’d done it. No matter what happened from here on, I’d saved the farm. My virginity belonged to Kris forever, and I’d never met anybody I wanted to have it more. A good man, hot as hell, who reciprocated and fulfilled my dirty fantasy. A girl could do a lot worse for her first.

  I love you!

  My heart stopped at the sudden outburst from the crazy voice in my head. He was everything I’d just thought… but I wasn’t allowed to love him. I must have been confusing grateful with love. Still, it was a sweet temptation to let my mind wander down that path. To think I was losing my virginity to the man I loved.

  Kris quickly increased the power and pace of his thrusts, pounding me into the couch. Every time his balls slapped on my ass I was unimaginably filled with cock, stretched to my limit, burning with torturous pleasure.

  I couldn’t help but whimper and moan in time with his jack-hammering cock, the impact forced these little noises out of me and I was helpless to stop it. His rock-hard muscles flexed and relaxed with the unrelenting power of hydraulic machinery, powering his thick length into my depths over and over again.

  Hanging on with one arm around his neck, I peeked out at the side of his head from the corner of my eye as if I might be doing something naughty, then let my other hand roam down his back towards his ass. Feeling that powerful muscle squeeze and release was hypnotic, I could have groped him forever, if I was given that much time.

  Kris seemed to take my roaming hand as an invitation to fuck me even harder, and I quickly brought my arm back to his neck just to hold on for dear life. My pussy was a blur of sensation as he pistonned his entire length into me.

  My toes curled gleefully when he kissed my neck, his hard cock thrusting with uninterrupted rhythm. His power rocked my entire body, even my perky little breasts were shaking with the force of his fucking.

  “So good, Daddy.”

  I couldn’t make any more sense than that. Even with such a short sentence, the impact of his body against mine made my voice shake comically.

  The fire between my legs was starting to thrum with the kind of energy I was starting to get used to whenever Kris touched me there. I couldn’t believe my luck. Twice in one session, was that normal?

  Kris pushed our upper bodies off the couch and then pulled my arms away from his neck. I flopped back down, panting, and felt the way the different posture made his cock rub the front wall of my vagina.

  He shuffled backwards, dragging me with him, until he stepped off the edge of the couch and pulled me so my ass was on the armrest. Manhandling my legs, he spun me around without taking his cock out of my pussy so I was bent over the armrest, presenting my pussy to him to fuck as hard as he wanted.

  Smack!

  My ass cheek stung as he brought his hand down firmly upon it and my head whipped around fast enough that I could feel my pigtails flying. He squeezed the spot he’d just hit, my skin sensitive to the touch, and resumed the frenzied pace he’d interrupted so he could change positions.

  The armrest kept me right where Kris wanted me, without the bounce the cushions had provided. If he was fucking me the way a sexy little bitch deserved… I must have been a very sexy little bitch.

  Smack!

  I gasped as he spanked the exact same spot again, and reached forward to grab my teddy bear, pulling it back to me. Turning my head to look at Kris over my shoulder once more, I used the teddy bear partly as a pillow and partly just as something to hug.

  Kris was a vision of masculine perfection. I could hardly believe that he was inside me, making me feel so good.

  The impending climax that had started to fade during the change of positions began to rise again. I moaned louder with each thrust, squeezing my teddy bear with my arm and Kris’ cock with my pussy as I started to lose control.

  “I’m cumming for you, Daddy!”

  The last syllable stretched out a little as a wave of ecstasy robbed me of my ability to speak and my eyes rolled back in my head. Pure thrumming bliss concentrated on my clit and pulsed out to my stomach, where it spread out to the tips of my fingers and toes, while my pussy tingled with his every thrust.

  I felt Kris’ cock swell and then a hot spurt of cum right on my cervix, and I felt my jaw drop at the mid-orgasm realization of what was happening. His creamy load of semen was being pumped inside of me, where it might have made a baby if I hadn’t gone on the pill in advance of this week.

  Kris’ pace slowed, but he put every ounce of strength he could into each thrust, bringing our bodies together with a loud slap each time. By the time he was almost stopped completely, I could feel his seed leaking down the inside of my legs, there was just too much for one teen girl to contain.

  He collapsed on top of me and nuzz
led his way between my teddy bear and me so he could kiss me on the lips. I craned my neck to kiss him back with all the enthusiasm I could muster in my exhaustion.

  “Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered.

  Kris

  The couch would never be the same again, and I was completely and utterly drained. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so peaceful and satisfied in my entire life.

  After fucking her brains out on the couch, we moved to the shower to clean up and ended up fucking again. Then again on her bed when we came out, before a second shower, and now we were cuddled up under a sheet on my bed, the first time she’d been in my room since arriving.

  The room was quiet like when you step outside after a concert. I didn’t have the ringing in my ears, it was simply that everything seemed so still compared with what had happened immediately beforehand.

  Every word we spoke hung in the air with crystal clarity in that stillness. Her every movement against my body sent a warm shiver of memory down my spine, especially the way she trailed her fingers over my chest and abs, mesmerized by the bumps and grooves of my muscles and patterns of my tattoos.

  This alone was worth the two million plus dollars I’d lost on my wager, never mind the unparalleled sex that had preceded it. I wanted to hold Amy forever.

  Amy lifted herself up to kiss my cheek before flopping back down into her spot with her head resting on my shoulder and my arm around her.

  “That was… incredible,” she said, quietly.

  “That was, hands down, the best sex of my life,” I said.

  “I was… OK?”

  “Better than all the others combined. How in the hell did you manage to keep the guys away from you back home?”

  “I was, usually, in a relationship.”

  “Well… how did you keep your boyfriends away from you? If you’d called him Daddy I bet you’d have had him eating out of the palm of your hand.”

  Amy grimaced. “It… didn’t work like that with my boyfriend. When I was fifteen, I’d been with him for a while, but things were getting… you know, intimate. I said it and he thought it was the most disgusting idea he ever heard. He humiliated me at school. I had to change schools, delete all social media. It was… awful. I spent the last few years ashamed of who I was, what I liked. I’m so glad I found you.”

  “What kind of a weirdo wouldn’t want you to do that? It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

  “Well, I was. What was your most embarrassing moment?”

  “Um…”

  “Go on,” she said.

  “Uh… well… OK. I got one.”

  Amy snuggled in with a little smile on her face.

  “This happened a long time ago now. My grandmother, my dad’s mom, was getting older and she was in and out of hospital. My aunt was living with her, just so she always had somebody around to help out, but we were all kind of bracing ourselves for bad news. She was in her eighties so, you know, anything can happen at that age.”

  The smile had dropped from Amy’s face and her brow was knitted a little in concern.

  “So, anyway, at the time my old phone had just died. It stopped charging for some reason. It was just a cheap pay-as-you-go kind of thing, so I took the sim card out and stuck it in a new one for fifteen bucks.”

  “You didn’t just buy the phone company?” she asked.

  “No, this was back in the day.”

  “Oh, back in the day. Alright.”

  “Mmmhmm. The problem with this was that, although I kept the same number, I lost all my phone contacts. I didn’t worry too much about it, figured it’d be like a spring clean of contacts I didn’t need anymore and the people I did want I’d just pick them back up again as I went.”

  Amy grabbed my hand and pulled my arm tighter around her, putting my palm on her breast before going back to tracing my tattoos with her finger as she listened.

  “One night, I got a text message. It said “Just letting you know, Mom died last night” and it was from a number I didn’t have saved in my phone as yet.”

  “Your… aunt then? I’m sorry, by the way. Seems like something that maybe deserved a phone call. Were you close to your grandmother?”

  “Well, hold your horses there. I thought it was more phone call kind of news as well, but then I thought, however close I was to my grandmother, my aunt was closer. You know, cause of living together and straight up just because they were mother and daughter. I thought, who knows how much she’s got on her plate to deal with now, maybe this is a mass text to notify a bunch of people.”

  “That’s true, I suppose.”

  “So, I texted back saying I was sorry to hear it and asking if she needed any help with anything. I got a reply a while later saying thanks but everything is basically under control.”

  “OK.”

  “Then, I decided to wait for a while. I thought, odds were, my aunt was probably having a lot of phone calls with her siblings, which obviously included my dad.”

  “How many siblings?”

  “She has a sister and two brothers.”

  Amy nodded.

  “So, I think it was about an hour or two later, I hadn’t heard anything else, so I decided it was time to give my dad a call. He answered, and I’m all doing my best to have the most sympathetic tone possible, so I said something like hi, how are you doing?” I said, holding my hand out as if I needed it to keep my balance while walking on eggshells. “He said “Great!” and he was just so… upbeat, I was kind of taken by surprise. I thought to myself “Wow… this guy’s a real trooper.””

  Amy’s brow knitted in confusion again.

  “I think the next thing I told him was that he sounded like he was coping pretty well, you know, considering… and he said, ‘Considering what?’ and my heart just dropped. It dawned on me that he hadn’t heard yet, you know?”

  “Oh, no…”

  “Yeah… so… oh fuckin’ hell, I can still remember this bit just fine. I said I got a text from Patti earlier and she said Nana died.”

  “That’s what I called my nana too,” said Amy. “How did he take it?”

  “He was like ‘What!?’ and I said ‘Yeah… Patti didn’t call you?’ Well, apparently not, so he said he was going to call her and find out what was going on.”

  “Mmmph. Yeah, that’s pretty rough, but not sure if I’d call it embarrassing.”

  “Uh… it doesn’t end there.”

  “Oh… how does it end?”

  “See… my dad called me back after a few minutes. He’d been in touch with Patti… and my nana. She was just fine.”

  “Uh…”

  “It turned out that the text I’d received was sent to the wrong number! I found out by giving them a call and finding out that, in fact, this was not my aunt’s phone number. So… my most embarrassing moment was telling my dad that his mom was dead and being wrong about it.”

  Amy’s face went from disbelief to shocked and quickly settled on a big silly grin before she let out a kind of gigglesnort. “I’m sorry… that’s not funny.”

  The way her last word was distorted by laughter made me doubt the truth of the statement. “It’s OK. It was a long time ago now. I was… mortified back then, but time heals all wounds so they say.”

  “Wow.”

  “My dad never told my aunt or nana why he called that night. It’s been our little secret for, what, about fifteen years. You’re the first one I ever told about it.”

  “Aw.” Amy gave me a little squeeze.

  I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, then spent some time stroking her hair with my thumb. It felt so fucking weird to have fucked her and still want her around more than ever, but I couldn’t get enough.

  Was she the first woman I’d slept with that I hadn’t fucked at the first possible opportunity? I couldn’t remember another, if I had. Maybe what I was feeling was the simple result of spending any time with her before fucking, but damn it felt good.

  “How did you end up here?” I asked, thinkin
g out loud.

  Amy sighed. “I don’t know, my head’s still spinning.”

  “I mean, you’re a beautiful young woman, promising artist, smart and full of life, your family owns a farm… what led you to be on that website?”

  Amy sighed again. “The bank.”

  “Hmm?”

  “The bank owns all too much of the farm.”

  “Oh, mortgage payments?”

  “Yeah… um… you sure you want to hear this? Ada said it’s not… sexy to talk about my problems.”

  “You couldn’t be unattractive if you tried. I want to know you. So, go on, spit it out.”

  “If you insist. Where do I start… uh… well, the farm has been in my family, on my dad’s side, for generations, but when my parents had that accident… it kind of started knocking over a few really crappy dominos. All I know is what my mom told me, so I don’t know if I have this all in the right order, but because they were in that accident and my dad wasn’t around to manage the farm, we lost most of the crop that year, I don’t know why. The next year, a neighbor pitched in and did what he could to help us out, but there was a flood and we lost most of that crop too. With my mom’s medical bills piling up, she had no choice but to borrow against the farm. It got us through, but by this time it was a few years since the accident, nobody was really willing to work the farm for free because they had their own lives to run. So, what my mom did then was lease out the farm to somebody who was willing to work it, while keeping us in the house.”

  “That makes sense,” I said.

  “Yeah, but the lease income isn’t as much as it would have been if my dad was around, or if mom was able to run the farm.”

  “No, that makes sense too.”

  “It just wasn’t enough to keep up with everything that needed to be paid. The global financial crisis didn’t help anything, of course, when that stomped through our lives. We’ve been through refinancing, and payment plans, but back in February they just… stopped listening. We had to pay up or get out.”

  “They can be real assholes.”

  “Yeah. I went crying to my boyfriend and found him sleeping with another girl.”

 

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