Leon kept that teasing rub up so long. The tingling upon his bulging, sculpted crown almost unbearable but for the fact he was enjoying coiling this dainty little virgin up so tightly. It caused the foreskin to roll back, revealing the rigid mushroom-like bloom of his tip.
It really was quite a lewd sight, his girth so large it didn’t look like her narrow slit would fit it. Though he knew it would, with some pressure and time.
Ceasing his toying he began, at last, to press himself to her tight little canal. That thick beast of a cock began to stretch the barrier as he lodged himself there. “It’s okay,” he murmured reassuringly, “you’ll only feel it for a moment,” but what a moment it was. That heft of his stretched her pinkened lips so wide to accommodate his girth, and before he even got the crown inside it ended her virginity for good, leaving her deflowered at last as he sank himself in a few inches, groaning with pleasure.
She gasped and white pain shot through her. There was a deep, uncomfortable ache that was foreign to her, but her body accepted him in. She was so wet against his cock, it made it easier than it could have been. He’d done something to her, turned the little college girl on with his cock and his tenderness and his suckling at her nipples, and he was able to reap the rewards.
“Ow,” she whimpered, trying to shift away but finding it impossible. He’d locked her in, and after a few throbs, the pain had lessened enough that she stilled, though her breathing was so much quicker now.
The fact that he paused and curled his hand about the back of her neck to lean in and kiss her sweetly helped. “Shh, it’s okay,” he reassured her between moist smacks of their lips, tenderly caring for her through that remarkable moment of her first penetration. Their raw bodies entangled.
He was so very big, it made the first time so much more difficult, but his gentleness and concern eased her through. That hard, muscled body made his protectiveness seem all the more real as his bare chest bore down upon her, brushed against her damp, stiff nipples. “Relax,” he instructed, “part your legs wide for me and leave everything to me, I’ll take care of you.”
She was so obedient and quick to spread her legs wider for him, the inner muscles strained as she held herself open for him. She was so eager to please, even though her face was red with the exertion. It was so wrong. She shouldn’t be doing this, spreading her legs for that big, hard man and his impressive cock. It shouldn’t matter that it was the end of the world. It was wrong, but even through the pain, she could feel something burning in her.
He’d stoked her fires so well, and she was so eager to please, her lip trembled as she tried to figure out what to make of all the new feelings.
Leon didn’t budge for so long; only his hands moved as he soaked her in. She was such a sight, her blouse open, exposing those generous breasts of hers, her pleated skirt up at her waist, those knee socks and black shoes of hers all the clothes she had on, doing little to detract from the lewdness of her position.
He stroked her breasts, kissed her lips, licked and suckled her neck. His own pants had slipped down, exposing his rock-hard ass as he tended to her so diligently. All the while his cock spasmed, swelling with such desire until he couldn’t take it anymore and he began to rock himself into her a little deeper, husking in his dark voice, “You’re my sweetheart now. All mine.”
The possessive nature of his words didn’t bother her. Not here, left to her own devices and decisions for the first time in her life, pinned beneath a strong man that had so recently been a stranger and a cause for alarm. Already she’d felt such a beautiful budding respect for the man, and it had a lot to do with his doting nature and authoritative demeanor. She wanted someone like this in her life; she just hadn’t known it until now.
“Tell me what to do,” she whispered, her body set alight on his dick as he rocked his full shaft deeper into her body.
Her enthusiastic obedience made Leon smile, and he kissed her for it, those puffy lips so succulent as he gradually increased the tempo of his rocking, adjusting her narrow quim to the moving girth of his swollen cock. She could feel the tip of it come to her cervix, filling her completely, yet looking between their two bodies—one so ivory soft, the other rippling, hard muscle—much of his length still remained unable to sink inside.
“It’s your first time,” he husked on his groaning voice, that tight cling of her cunt so satisfying. His finger stroked over her face and through her blonde curls, “Just relax and let me show you. Let me use you right, and you’ll enjoy it,” he kissed her lips again softly as he rose his hard ass in the air before plunging down again. “Enjoy my dick in you,” he commanded.
It was almost as if his words were enough, from the way she clung to him so desperately. It was obscene in some ways, the young woman so naive and trusting, still so unaware of the world and coming out of her family’s shell so blatantly. Yet it felt so good. Not just the sensation of that firm phallus pressing into her, not just the cling of her honeyed walls and that throbbing of the exposed clit above it.
Mentally, it felt good. It felt amazing to push all those years of indoctrination away. There was comfort in knowing her family couldn’t judge her now, and she felt horrible for thinking so, but she was free of them. Free of disappointing them, free of worrying what they thought of her, free of trying to get a 5.0 GPA just to make sure they didn’t scold her.
Instead, the world boiled down to him, and her, their bodies intermingling and combining into one, and it felt amazing.
His pace gradually grew with the loss of her inhibitions, and though he was careful she could feel that thick length plunge into her, filling her completely—so snugly—with each thrust inside. Leon kissed her and grasped one of her breasts, his voice gravelly with his rising pleasure as he spoke to her with such desire, “You feel so good. So damn tight.” The filthy words were so delectable on his tongue as he fucked her with increasing intensity.
“You’ve got the tightest, prettiest little pussy I’ve ever had,” he said to her. The bucking stud grasped a hip to hold her still as he pumped into her faster.
She wasn’t sure how to feel about the crass language, but something in her body responded to it, and she could feel her blood flow head south, leaving her mind to more carnal matters. It was exquisite, and even that pain, that slight pinching sensation that never quite went away was no longer important. He liked her, in his own rude way, and she wanted him to.
Her hands pulled up against her thighs and her legs widened for him. Her creamy flesh was so delightful, and the plaid skirt jumped along her hips with each thrust, protecting her from the obscene sight of that thick cock piercing her womanhood. He could see it, though. The almost too thick member, slick with her juices as it moved into her tight nether lips.
Leon wanted it to last forever. She felt so good, and the specialness of taking the virginity of this beautiful, delicate white flower at the end of the world was irresistible. But weeks of harsh survival had left him wanting, and he felt his cock swell within her, the intense burning of satisfaction travelling through him.
He could not hold it back, didn’t care to once the sensations overwhelmed him. If he cared to think of it at all—which he didn’t with how badly he needed her—he’d have brushed off concerns with things being likely to end. So as he groaned so passionately, with such deep pleasure, he pushed his length into her fully and let himself go.
The flood of his release was such a heavy, unrestrained thing. His cock swelled painfully against her poor canal as he emptied his loins into her fertile valley, flooding her depths with his virile seed and feeling not an iota of guilt for it. He groaned against her, “Take it.” The words came unbidden as if he was inhabited by some spirit, “You know you want it.”
She was raised a proper society girl taught only abstinence, and had only the vaguest notions of what was happening. She just knew that it felt good, and that sudden, erratic thrusting was something she wanted to feel again and again. It was like he was punctuating her delight wit
h his body, and she had no way of understanding the potential implications of what he’d just unleashed within her.
Instead it was just a sense of bonding, of finality and hope for the future, all rolled into one.
Leon had gotten so wrapped up in it, he had trouble believing how crass and forward he’d been with her. But looking down at her pale, rouged figure beneath him he couldn’t help but feel tender towards her still.
Kissing her lips again he gathered her up in his thick arms, holding her firmly as he stroked her hair and nuzzled her freckled little face. “I won't leave you to look out for yourself, I swear,” he said, sensing her fears from before as he felt her weak body, so soft and vulnerable. He meant every word, something in her called out to him, and vice versa. He had to protect her, come what may.
She couldn’t look out for herself, and the way her pliable body turned to him, the youthful flesh pressing against his hard form, she finally let herself feel that comfort and desire. It was something different from the lust and rebellion, the pinched pain and the slick mess between her thighs. It was just a need to be held by him, to remain comforted by the strong man that promised to look out for her.
This was what she had needed and wanted but could never say, and he had turned something on in her that she’d never known existed. Her milky, supple skin and her large breasts pressed into him as her head rested against his powerful chest.
Leon gradually slipped from her, his manhood having lost some of its thickness as he’d held the young woman, leaving the pearly white cream to drool from her poor, reddened pussy lips. With care he laid out on the small bed, keeping her beside him. He looked tired, for though she had only woken up, her long habit of sleeping much of her confinement away had taken her out of synch with the outside world, and what she thought was morning was evening.
He reclined, looking ready to sleep as he held her pale body to his hairy, muscular chest.
She’d only been up a couple of hours, but her desire to stay close to him, to feel his protective arms around her was too strong, and she clung to him as they drifted off into relaxed, deep sleep, both of them feeling satiated and safe in their own way.
Knowing that it was all an illusion, and there was no more safety left.
4
For Cassidy, however, it was just a mid-morning nap, and it wasn’t long before she stirred, confused for only a moment about what that heavy weight was across her arm and stomach. She made a nonsensical sound of protest before it came back to her in a sleepy haze, her body stretched in its half undressed state.
Her fingertips nudged against his arm, her voice quiet even though it was just them in the bunker, “Hey, we fell asleep.”
Leon didn’t stir right away to her light prodding, but when he did finally it was with a start. He looked terrified for just a moment, and with what he had undoubtedly seen in the world above over the past weeks it was impossible to guess what might’ve haunted his dreams.
Though before he could do anything more than glance about with wide, alert eyes, he looked to her and deflated almost instantly. The weariness resumed quickly, his eyes shut as he stroked along her arm. “What’s wrong?” he asked in a dry, gravelly voice, though she could see a bit of a smile on the large man’s chiselled features.
She gasped as he sat up, but as he relaxed, so did she. “We fell asleep,” she murmured groggily, her head pounded from the prolonged nap. She primped her hair slightly, trying to get the bounce back before giving up.
Lifting a brow he peered to her sleepily, her youthful beauty soothing his frustration. “Yeah, of course we did,” he said in his own hoarse voice. “It’s night out, and I was travelling all day with about a hundred pounds on my back,” he explained to her, that broad hard chest of his rising and falling slowly.
“But you woke me up this morning,” she protested with wide eyes.
Shifting on the bed and trying to get comfortable again he squeezed her to him with his thick arm, “I came just before nightfall,” he explained gruffly, mashing the young beauty to his hard flesh.
She made a soft noise as he squeezed her, a little squeak as she felt that hot body next to hers, when it dawned on her what had happened.
She’d just slept with a man.
Her eyes widened, “I didn’t snore did I?”
Furrowing his brows he said, “What?” After rubbing his face he looked to her briefly, “How would I know? I was asleep,” he stated, frustration edging his voice now, as he hadn’t gotten nearly enough rest to make up for the long day behind him.
“Oh,” she murmured, feeling reprimanded. She lay her head back on his shoulder. “I can’t sleep. My head hurts.”
He was rather lewdly displayed himself, his muscled upper body fully bare, his pants down to his thighs exposing that still impressively sized cock, even though it was flaccid. For a moment he went still and silent before she prodded him again and he irritably grasped her hand, “I was thinking,” he explained gruffly.
With another moment’s thought he said in his gravelly tone, “Go use those bath facilities I saw.” He cleared his throat, “Tidy up. The water recycler works again now, but be sparing with it. Sponge yourself off,” he explained in great detail. “Do it quietly. Fix up your hair and such. Then when you’re done that you can stow away the food in my backpack and sit on the other bed.” With a lick of his lips he finished, “If you don’t have something to read just sit prim and proper like you were at church until I wake up.”
It was all so abrupt and he stroked her hair once before turning away from her towards the cement wall, intent on sleeping.
She hesitated, her head cocked to the side as if absorbing his words before she slipped from the bed, her heavy shoes pressed silently against the hard floor. She tiptoed towards the bathroom and shut the door behind her. It took her awhile to gather everything methodically, but as soon as she had found the soap and sponges and little bottles of hair products, she started running some water. She was sparing with it, though, just as he’d said. She stripped herself nude and the first place she washed was the sticky male come from between her legs.
There wasn’t really shame in her actions, not like how she expected to feel. In fact, it didn’t make her feel very different at all, at least not in the ways she was told it would. She wasn’t dirty, and she didn’t feel that God loved her any less, and as she meticulously cleaned herself and washed her hair, she reflected on the evening with an odd sort of calm.
He was going to protect her, to stay with her, and the world had ended for all intents and purposes. She caught her thoughts before they became blasphemous just as she finished rinsing out her hair. She scrunched it, feeling so much cleaner and more refreshed as she once more dressed, unable to fully cover herself since some clothes were left behind. She’d managed to grab her bra and her top, and her skirt and socks were still about, but she couldn’t find her panties anywhere.
Still, as she moved back into the dark room, she went to his bag, and with the same care and diligence, she began to unpack his food, feeling her stomach rumble. When finally she was done, she grabbed her rosary out of her backpack and began feeling out the beads reflexively, watching him sleep. Hours passed, and her head began to lean to the side, but each time she corrected her posture, sitting up straight with her knees together.
It was to that quiet obedience that he finally awoke, his hulking form stirring from its rest as he lifted an arm, then his head to look around. With a groaning stretch he rose up and slung his powerful legs over the side of the bed. “You look good,” he remarked, noticing her tidier appearance. His eyes then travelled to the storage shelves and noted the meticulous placement of the assortment of food items he’d scavenged from the grocery store amongst her own things. “Good job,” he murmured huskily.
The broad smile that parted her lips was rapturous. She’d studied for months to graduate top of her class, and she’d barely gotten a ‘good work’ from her family. The praise was received with such glowing ent
husiasm, she didn’t even move from her prim position, her eyes upon him so dotingly. Her hair had plenty of time to dry, and the red ringlets were so much tighter and more meticulous.
“How did you sleep?” she asked, her body brimming with excitement.
Her reaction didn’t go unnoticed, even as he stood up, tugging the pants up over his thighs, groin and ass. “Better than I have in weeks,” he said, walking by her, giving her head an affectionate stroke like one would a fond pet, on his way to the bathroom.
She heard him relieve himself, then the water start up from the recycler. “You know how to cook?” he asked from inside, checking himself out in the mirror and starting to tidy himself up. He cleaned the remnants of last night’s tryst from his loins, then went about removing the grime of his traveling.
“No,” she said truthfully. “I can make sandwiches,” she offered, hopeful that it would be enough. She gave him his privacy, but she hated having him out of her sights.
With an odd grunt that may have been of disappointment, he took a moment. “Alright then. Take that loaf of whole wheat I had. Some of the mayonnaise,” he laid it out for her in great detail. Even if she didn’t know how to make sandwiches she’d know then, even telling her exactly how he liked it spread. “Be generous with the mayonnaise, mustard and meat for mine,” he said, “go light for yours, you don’t need the extra fuel.”
She set to work with the same diligence as before, just feeling great to be made useful. She was helping him, as far as she was concerned, and she was determined to do it right. When finally she finished fretting with the sandwich and brought it to him, he could see she took him quite literally—his was twice the size of hers, easily. She didn’t start eating, not until he’d inspected both.
Turning from the mirror, she saw that he had shaved, and his broad face was smooth. All in all with just a short amount of time, he was already looking much more civilized and strikingly handsome. He took a look at the offered plate, the sandwich bulging with meat, and he took it with a smile. “Good work,” he said, putting his free hand around to the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss to her hair and forehead.
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