BMOC: The Innocent Ch. 02

That seemed to surprise Kelly. Some of her nervousness was still apparent in the way her voice quavered when she asked, “How is he still so hard? I thought boys needed a break after they… you know.” I couldn’t help but smile; the young thing in front of me had just given her first blowjob and drank down the cum, but she still wouldn’t talk about it.

Alyssa fielded the question for me. She gave me a nice hard suck as she pulled her head up, and once I had popped out of her mouth she said, “Boys usually do need a break. But David’s not a boy.” He lips wrapped around me again and she once again starting bobbing her head, looking up at me, her green eyes sparkling with some of Alyssa’s innate naughtiness.

Kelly started looking around for her clothes then, which had wound up scattered around the room. The first thing she found were her panties, and she picked them up and stood. That’s when I stepped in—it was great having Alyssa on my side, but Kelly needed to learn that she was accountable to me as well. And besides, I wasn’t going to let this innocent girl go without fucking her. Blowjobs were all well and good, but I wanted some nice, tight pussy, and there was some fresh new pussy available.

I tugged on Alyssa’s hair and she obediently let me guide her up and off my cock. Then I stood and took two steps, bringing me very near to Kelly. She cringed a bit and moved to cover herself, folding one hand across her chest and concealing her cunt with the other.

That, I thought, was unacceptable.

So I reached out and grabbed her by the throat. I didn’t squeeze; it wasn’t necessary, yet. I just held her in place and forced her to look up at me. “Put your hands behind your back,” I ordered, and Kelly was quick to obey. I moved closer still, close enough for my stiff cock to poke her in the belly, making her flinch, and delivered my next order. “Don’t move from this spot or speak until I give you permission.” Kelly opened her mouth to reply, but a glare from me caught her short and instead she just nodded. I was pleased with her performance and I said so as I let go of her neck and stepped back. “Good girl.”

Alyssa came up beside me and leaned against me, pressing herself to my side and looking Kelly up and down. “She’s so pretty,” Alyssa murmured. “Are you going to fuck her?” That made Kelly’s eyes go wide, as if she’d never considered the possibility despite everything that had happened.

I hemmed and hawed for a moment before answering. “I want to fuck her,” I said. “But not unless she begs.” I reached out one hand idly and gave one of her eraser-tip nipples a pinch. Kelly let out a whimper but didn’t move or say anything, so I moved my hand lower, between her legs, cupping her cunt possessively and grinding the heel of my hand against her mound. She started to rub against me, a needy look coming over her as she sought pleasure from my touch, but still she said nothing as I had ordered.

My hand stayed where it was, and Kelly’s hips started moving more quickly, until I withdrew it suddenly and left her gyrating, trying to grind against the air. Alyssa laughed briefly and said, “Look at her. She wants to get fucked.”

“She does. I don’t know if she knows it, though. So we’re going to show her what that means.” That made Alyssa’s face light up. I addressed Kelly one more time: “Here’s the deal, you little bi slut—I’m going to show you what a good fuck is like. I want you to watch Alyssa here and see how much she enjoys letting me defile her. When I tell you that you can speak, you’ll have a chance to beg for it. If you want to have the same experience she’s going to have, then the first words out of your mouth will be ‘Please, Sir, fuck my virgin cunt.’ I want you to say it now. Get used to how it sounds.”

Kelly’s lip was quivering. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for something—help, perhaps, or some reminder of why she shouldn’t submit to me. But she didn’t find anything, and after a moment of silence she said, quietly, “Please, Sir, f… fuck my virgin c…cunt.”

I smiled. “Again. Louder.”

“Please, Sir, fuck my virgin cunt.”

“One more time. Scream it.”

“PLEASE SIR FUCK MY VIRGIN CUNT!”

I was glad we were in a mostly-soundproofed room. “Very good. Now be quiet until I give you permission. Watch us and remember what you’re supposed to say—because I promise you’ll want it once you see what getting fucked is like.” I took one more step back and pulled Alyssa in front of me.

Without instruction from me, the raven-haired dancer bent over, her hands going to Kelly’s shoulders for support. Alyssa looked Kelly right in the eye and said, “Please, Sir, destroy my fucking pussy.”

I lined myself up and fucked my whole length into her in one stroke, making Alyssa scream out some profane gibberish. Hey, she said she wanted to get destroyed. I watched Kelly, whose eyes were on Alyssa as I started to use her like a living sex toy.

My hands were on Alyssa’s hips, holding her in place. I hammered home, driving myself deep inside her—I knew, from past experience, that when she was turned on there was no need to be gentle with Alyssa. She could take it. This time was no exception; my thrusts drove her up on her toes and made her brace herself against Kelly. Our bodies met, again and again, the slapping sound of flesh on flesh an animalistic cadence that filled the room.

In less than a minute I felt Alyssa’s viselike, velvety cunt convulsing around me. She let out a long moan and started pouring on the dirty talk. “Oh, god, Kelly… he’s fucking me so good! I’m going to cum all over his godly cock. He’s hitting everything on every stroke!” The younger girl flushed as Alyssa kept up the play-by-play. “Watch me… watch my face… look what he’s doing to me.” Kelly was transfixed. And as Alyssa’s cunt squeezed me like a fist she closed her eyes, her mouth falling open, her breath quickening, her white-knuckled fingers digging into Kelly’s shoulders. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… cumming!” she screamed, announcing it to the world.

I fucked her through her orgasm and moments later my efforts led to a second climax. Hot on the heels of that one came a third. Kelly was amazed, watching Alyssa’s face contort as the waves of ecstasy crashed and rolled over her. Alyssa wasn’t able to keep talking for long once she’d started cumming, so I picked up the slack. “You dirty little slut,” I said, talking to Kelly, “you like watching me fuck her like this? You want to be in her place? Standing in a classroom with a thick cock lodged in your cunt?” I saw her nod—unconsciously, I think—and I kept going, pounding Alyssa and spewing filth for Kelly. “Do you think you’re as good a slut as her? Think you’re worth fucking? Is your cunt as tight and wet and hot as hers?”

Alyssa managed to get enough control of herself by now to join in again. “I bet it’s not. You know I exercise mine for you so it’s always the tightest one.” It was true—Alyssa prided herself on it, in fact. “And she doesn’t know how to milk your prick with hers, like I do.” That’s when Alyssa pulled Kelly closed, mashing their breasts together, Kelly’s perky young C-cups pressing tight against Alyssa’s smaller breasts. Alyssa had her face by Kelly’s ear, and in a stage whisper she said, “Look at how he’s splitting me open. See how long and thick he is? You’ll never find another man like this.”

Her voice started to break as another climax crept up on her, but she held it together long enough to finish her thought. “When he tells you to talk, you better fucking beg. You better beg or you’ll never get fucked for real. You’ll never… you’ll never… FUCK!” Her climax ripped through her. I felt a gush of juices run down my length, to my balls, some even soaking my thighs. Alyssa dug her fingers into Kelly’s shoulders, her nails leaving crescent-shaped impressions in the younger girl’s skin. “You’re my God! You’re my God!” Alyssa shrieked in Kelly’s ear, making her wince.

And with that I pulled out and let go of Alyssa’s hips. She sunk down to her knees, slumping against Kelly, her face only inches from Kelly’s cunt. Alyssa was panting, and I gripped my iron-hard cock and angled it up, aiming it right at Kelly’s face. The veins stood out on its surface, and Alyssa’s juices literally dripped from the tip. “You know what I’m going to ask you, little slut,” I said to Kelly. “And you know what your answer is.”

For a heartbeat, Kelly said nothing, just looked down at the angry erect penis that confronted her. But then she answered my unspoken question, saying exactly what I expected. In a loud, clear voice, she said, “Please, Sir, fuck my virgin cunt.” There was something in her voice that hadn’t been there before.

It was sexy as hell.

Kelly was looking me in the eye as she spoke, but I could still see the meekness in her despite her efforts to bury it. It struck me that she was trying to mimic Alyssa, to duplicate her sexy confidence, and she was doing a passable job of it. With Alyssa, there was a bit of a feedback loop that hadn’t yet gotten started inside Kelly; Alyssa knew she was sexy, and that gave her confidence and let her put herself out there. And that, in turn, made her sexier. For Kelly, things were different, but I had high hopes.

Of course, she’d need to learn quite a bit more before she could manage to pull off the vamp/sexpot thing that Alyssa had going on. For now, though, her innocence had an appeal all its own. Alyssa and I had already done quite a bit to tarnish her, but we were far from done. I took Alyssa by her long dark hair and pulled her away from Kelly as I stepped closer. “Hold out your hands,” I ordered. Kelly obeyed, and I took her right hand—the one with the gold purity ring on her ring finger—in mine.

I pointed to the ring and said, “This ring symbolizes your promise to stay pure until marriage. If you really want me to fuck you, to open your virgin cunt up and make you cum like Alyssa just did, you’ll have to break that promise.” Kelly just nodded, her mask of confidence starting to slip as trepidation crept into her eyes. “Here’s what you need to do: take that ring off and give it to me. It’s going to be one of my trophies.”