Bad Virgin

by Kelli Callahan

  It’s happening again!

  “I’m going to cum again!” My body just started turning to jelly in his hands, but he continued stimulating me and I couldn’t do anything but take it.

  The second orgasm built on top of the first and it was like I was experiencing them at the same time, chained together. My body was spent, I was a shuddering mess with my pussy spasming and my clitoris going numb. I tried to pull away, but he didn’t let me go. He kept rubbing and plunging into the entrance of my pussy while he licked my clitoris. I felt my body reacting even as I tried to fight it off, because I wasn’t sure I could physically withstand the surge of pleasure that another would bring. Before I had time to process the thoughts in my head, my body went off like a rocket, giving him the orgasm he wanted even if I couldn’t hardly stand the feel of the stimulation. It was so powerful and strong on top of the others that had left me wrecked that I was sure I would black out.

  “I can’t take any more!” I let out a scream as the sensations erupted.

  I felt like he was showing me mercy by stopping. I trembled and quivered as he pulled his finger away from my pussy and his tongue slowed against my clitoris. I tried to stand up, but I felt my body weak and disoriented. He crawled onto the desk and immediately wrapped his arms around me. I felt weak in his arms and my body was shuddering from the pleasure it had felt. He started kissing my ears and my neck. Those hot, warm kisses that had turned me on so quickly hardly registered on conscious thought as I lay there in the afterglow of my multiple orgasms. I started to get chilled and I moved closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body. The hard surface of the desk was not a bed, but I was so exhausted that I didn’t care. I didn’t want to be anywhere else but in his arms.

  “Did you like that?” He whispered the question into my ear and kissed my earlobe.

  “The first two were great, but the third one was almost torture.” I felt my breath finally returning to normal, no longer coming out in pants.

  “But you liked it.” He ran his fingers down my side.

  “I did.” I admitted with a slight nod of my head. “I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.”

  “We’re not even done yet.” He rolled me onto my back and kissed the side of my neck. “I’ve had a taste and now I want more.”

  His hands were all over my body and there was a hunger in his touch. I didn’t have the energy to resist, even if I had wanted him to stop. There was an emotional connection to my virginity, the sacred symbol of my untouched purity, but after what he did to me, I hardly felt pure. The tingle started to return when he started to undress while his lips explored my body. His shirt came off first, showing a ripped physique that was muscular with multiple tattoos. It was every bit as delicious as I imagined when I saw it pressed against the fabric of his shirt. His chest was wide and his abdomen was shredded with a perfect six pack—it might have even been an eight pack. He started to unfasten his belt and I stared, feeling the tingle get more intense when his pants hit the floor and I saw the enormous bulge in his underwear. He ran his fingers along the length and then pushed them down. His cock was semi-erect already and it quickly started to engorge with his lust. He pulled at my shirt until it was over my head and started working on my skirt. Once it was removed, he squeezed my breasts through my bra before removing it and letting it fall to the floor as well.

  “I never thought I would lose my virginity to my Principal.” I smiled as he continued to trace my body with his hands.

  “Technically you’re about to lose it to an ex-con—I’m a dangerous man, you know.” He smiled as well as his words carrying a hint of humor. “You’re the first woman I’ve been with in over three years.”

  He climbed between my legs and descended towards my lips. I lifted up to meet him as we collided in a kiss. His tongue started to ravage my mouth like it had previously and I could taste what I was sure was my own orgasm on his tongue, but the fire of his kiss was too hot for me to care. His kiss was rough, moving my lips apart as he pillaged my mouth with an intensity and a fury. I could feel his cock getting harder against my stomach as our lips continued to twist against each other. I was weak from my orgasms, but the kiss started to bring more life back to my tired body. Our lips formed a seal as he continued to kiss me. His hands moved across my body, sending a sizzle across my naked flesh. I wanted him inside me so bad, even if I had never felt it before. My body was roaring with desire as his lips pulled away from mine.

  “You’re so fucking hot.” He ran a thumb across my right nipple, which started to get hard with his touch. “I can’t believe you’ve never been with a man before.”

  “I like teasing them.” I grinned and winked at him.

  “You’re done teasing me.” He pulled my hand towards his cock.

  He moved his hands back to my breasts, rolling both of my nipples in his fingers after he had slid my hand to his cock. I stroked to stroke his length, causing him to gasp with pleasure. My fingers easily slid down the shaft, squeezing and massaging his enormous dick. He leaned down and started to kiss my nipples, causing the pleasure it sent through my body to intensify. I rubbed his cock faster, wanting to feel it inside of me more than I had wanted anything else in my life. He twisted my hips so that his cock was pressing against my clitoris. He rotated his hips slightly, causing the head of his dick to move around my clitoris. The bundle of nerves I thought were far past any form of pleasure started to send surges of warmth through my body. I looked into his eyes and saw true desire in his intensity—a rumbling fire that wanted me as badly as I wanted him. He pressed his body to mine and started kissing my neck again.

  “You’re mine now, Bethany.” His words lingered against my ear as I felt his breath.

  “Yes,” I whispered as his lips drifted back down to my neck. I could feel warm, wet spots where his lips and his tongue passed. The heat of his breath was driving me wild.

  He kissed me again, briefly, and then he leaned back on the desk. He lifted my legs, positioning himself between my thighs. I felt his cock against my pussy again and then he started to push himself inside of me. My eyes about bulged out of my head when I felt my pussy being stretched for his enormous girth. The wetness provided lubrication, but it didn’t do anything for the pain and pressure of his hard cock going inside of me. I clenched my jaw and looked down to see that the entire head wasn’t even inside yet. He held his cock with his hand, resting one leg on his shoulder and pushed it in again. I let out a groan as he repeated it over and over, trying to get the gigantic glans into my tightness. He leaned forward slightly, putting more weight behind it and I felt it go past the opening as the head finally disappeared. He held it there for a moment and my pussy practically spasmed from being penetrated for the first time.

  “Keep going.” I begged. “Don’t stop.”

  “Easy for you to say.” He let out a grunt. “You’re tight as fuck.”

  “I thought that was what guys liked.” I let out a moan as he pushed a little deeper.

  “I’m not complaining.” He smiled and pulled his cock out slightly, pushing it in a little harder.

  I watched as he continued to work his cock into me, getting a little bit deeper each time he pushed. When he hit my hymen, I felt it resist and my pussy squeezed his cock when the pressure intensified. He pulled his cock back out to the edge of my labia and pushed again, stretching me even more as my hymen started to tear. There was a sharp sting and then I felt it being ripped apart as he slid further in. He withdrew to the entrance and pushed harder, passing the point where my hymen was and stretching the stinging flesh for his cock to go deeper. I thought it would hurt a lot worse than it did, but he started to pick up a rhythm once he had several inches inside and the movement inside felt good, even if there was a lingering trace of pain. As he continued to go deeper, the pain returned slowly when a new area was stretched and penetrated. When half of his cock was inside, I felt like there was no way I could take another inch, but he still kept going.

  “You�
��re so tight I may cum before I even get all of the way in.” He pulled back and pushed himself in again.

  “I want all of you.” I put my hands on his shoulders and ran them down his muscular, tattooed arms. “Don’t hold back, I can take it.”

  I hope.

  He picked up the pace and I saw more and more of his cock disappearing. The pain and the pressure was worse than it was in the beginning but I was desperate to have every inch of his cock inside me. He kept making a little progress each thrust and when it was almost all of the way in, I grabbed his hips and slid forward, burying him the rest of the way. He let out a loud gasp of pleasure as his abdomen pressed against my pelvis. He held it there for several seconds and then started to move again, each thrust accentuated by the flexing of his abdominal muscles. It got faster and faster as I adjusted and then I started to feel something new—intense pleasure. I had heard about the mystical g-spot, but I had never felt the pleasure it could bring. He stretched my pussy out so much there was a constant motion against it every time his cock moved. I felt the pressure I originally felt when he stroked my clitoris with his finger start to build up again. It was making my whole body tingle with pleasure.

  “It feels really good!” I let out a moan and my eyes practically rolled back in my head.

  “I bet it doesn’t feel as good as this.” He put a thumb on my clitoris and started rubbing it in a rapid motion while he drilled his cock into me.

  Wow! Oh my god!

  I couldn’t even speak. My eyes rolled back in my head for real. The pressure I felt got so intense that I thought I was going to erupt on the spot. His pace got so fast it was like thunder. The desk shook and slammed into the floor as the legs were lifted. I was afraid we were going to break it or crash into the floor. I finally regained enough of my composure to focus my eyes back on him and I saw his jaw clenched, a light precipitation forming on his brow. He flexed his abdominal muscles and thrust his cock deep every single time, steadily rubbing my clitoris as he did. His thrusts started to get more erratic and the pressure inside reached a boiling point. I felt my limbs go weak, my body quiver, and then my pussy started to spasm on his cock as my orgasm began. He let out a series of grunts and then he drove himself deep with a thrust that remained buried for a moment before I felt the first explosion of cum filling me with his seed. He started pumping again and I felt another orgasm building up as the cum continued to drench my pussy was his lust. I quickly hit the point of no return as he unloaded his cum and I orgasmed again. My whole body shook and I felt an intense weakness settle into every muscle on my body as his thrusts slowed down.

  How do I speak? I’ve forgotten how to move my tongue and form syllables. I took speech for granted and he just fucked it out of me.

  We lay there for what felt like forever, skin on skin, just lightly caressing each other. We dozed for a while, and then when we woke up, we immediately began to kiss again. If it hadn’t been so late—much later than I had ever been at school before—I would have probably pushed for round two. My abdomen was sore when I stared to dress, a lingering reminder that I was no longer a virgin. He walked me to the front door of the school and kissed me again before he finally said goodnight. I was thankful that my house was mostly silent when I got home and my mother wasn’t planning a sit down dinner, because it saved me the embarrassment of her watching me walk to the dinner table with a bit of a limp in my step. I wasn’t sure my pussy was ever going to recover from being pillaged by his massive cock.

  Chapter 11: Anton

  I had taken every bit of the sweet virgin and her scent was still on me when I returned to the classroom. The lust I had built up inside me for the entire weekend was finally quelled. I didn’t expect for her to be a virgin—if I had spent the weekend with that on my mind in addition to my desire, I would have never been able to sleep. Her pussy was more than a fuck—it was a prize. I already wanted to have it again, even though I was only a couple of hours removed from having her underneath me. The desk was an absolute mess and the stains of our passion was still present on the surface. I did my best to clean everything up and put it back in place before I picked up my paddle and started back down the hallway to my office. My body was exhausted from our encounter and all I wanted to do was go home and drink, but I couldn’t do that until I got rid of the evidence. When I got closer to my office, I heard footsteps behind me. They were too heavy to belong to Bethany. I paused and turned around to see Mr. Matthews behind me. The look on his face was clear—he knew exactly what I had done with Bethany.

  “Mr. Matthews.” I let out a sigh and tried to choose my words carefully. “I didn’t realize anyone was still here.”

  “Yeah, I was doing some paperwork—I didn’t get much done, though.” His eyes were wide and filled with confusion.

  “Is there something you want to say to me?” It was clearly etched on his face and I was getting impatient as I watched him squirm in place.

  “You fucked Bethany Lewis...” He finally said what was resting on his lips. “You had sex with a student.”

  “I’m not going to deny it.” I shrugged my shoulders and tilted my head. “I fucked her, so what? She’s an adult who can make her own choices.”

  “It’s ethically—it’s ethically fucked.” His jaw hung open. “How could you do that. You’re supposed to be our leader.”

  “So you’ve never considered it? It’s strange how everyone else in this school talks about how she sits on the front row in your class and spreads her legs for you—yet you’ve never once mentioned it to me.” I took a step closer to him. “It’s also very strange that she seems to be passing your remedial English class when she can’t seem to get a passing grade in any of her other classes.”

  “I won’t deny being a weak man.” He touched his wedding band and started moving it around his finger. “I’ve been married to the same woman for twenty years. I love her, but—these girls in this school...”

  “They’re no different than girls you meet outside of this school. How do you go to the mall without letting your eyes wander? Bethany Lewis is a beautiful young woman. She uses her body to get what she wants. She wanted a passing grade and you gave it to her for a little peek under her skirt. She wanted to give me a lot more than a peek.” I shrugged again. “I wanted her too, so I fucked her. I’ll probably fuck her again tomorrow.”

  “What happened to you?” He continued moving his wedding band around his finger. “You were never like this. You were a victim just like the rest of us.”

  “Let me give you some advice, Mr. Matthews.” I put my hands on my hips and shook my head. “Grow some fucking balls.”

  I turned away from Mr. Matthews and walked into my office. The paddle hit my desk and I slumped down into my chair. I reached into the bottom drawer and pulled out my bottle of whiskey, downing more than I normally did in a single gulp. I heard Mr. Matthews leave and the front door slammed hard when he was gone. Mr. Matthews didn’t know that I wasn’t Sloane Thorne, but he knew something that was just as dangerous. I couldn’t even tell my brother what I had done with Bethany. If I confessed that, he would end our arrangement on the spot. I let the whiskey settle in my veins for a little bit before I headed home for the night. Sloane was already passed out in his bed when I got there, so I fixed some food in the kitchen and lay down on the couch. There was a lot of uncertainty surrounding me. I didn’t regret what I did with Bethany, but I had also set a ticking time bomb off that could potentially ruin everything I was doing to try and turn the school around. Exhaustion should have made me rest easier when sleep finally came, but I tossed and turned all night long.

  “YOU’RE UP EARLY.” I twisted my tie around my neck and pushed the long end through the knot as my brother entered the room.

  “My liver hates me.” He held his side and groaned. “I need to cut back.”

  “Yeah, you can’t go from one drink a week to full blown alcoholic overnight. You have to start gradually working your way up to that level.” I chuckled and sh
ook my head. “What are you still drinking for, anyway? It isn’t like you have anything to stress about.”

  “I’m stressing every day! I’m worried you’re going to do something stupid and when the cops come for you, I’ll end up in the cell next to you for allowing you to do this in the first place!” He immediately walked to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey.

  “So, you’re stressed if you’re at school to the point that you want to quit, but if I’m there doing your job for you, you’re stressed because I might fuck something up? It sounds to me like you just need to get laid, bro.” I finished adjusting my tie and picked up my jacket. “That stress ain’t good for you.”

  “I know.” He sighed and twisted the top off the bottle but hesitated before he took a drink. “Maybe I need to talk to someone.”

  “A head doctor?” I shrugged. “If that’ll help.”

  “I really appreciate what you’re doing. I know I’m freaking out right now, but deep down I know you’re still my brother. I want to believe you’re not the same guy that fucked my wife—I really do.” He sighed and put the cap back on the whiskey.

  “Right...” I put on my jacket and walked out the door.

  My brother knew how to lay the guilt on me without even thinking about it. I had done something he would consider stupid, even if it was one of the best nights of my life. I was an immature asshole when I fucked his wife and I knew that. I wished there was some way to take it back, but it was far too complicated. She could have fucked the whole world as long as she never spread her legs for me and he would have hurt, but he wouldn’t have felt the sting of my betrayal on top of it. I was taking him back down that path of betrayal again with a knife named Bethany Lewis in my hand. One wrong step and it would go deep into his back. I didn’t want to do that to him. I didn’t want to be that person again. I was going to have to talk to Mr. Matthews and do whatever it took to keep him silent. Prison taught me a few things about dealing with rats and Mr. Matthews was too much of a bitch to ever stand up to me if I showed him the darkness inside me.