Erotic Stories: Revenge – Part 2D- The plot thickens
“I’m sorry…” she said, her voice ragged, “I’m so, so sorry. Do what you want to me. P…please. Please. I’m…I’m sorry.”
Her voice was so soft, so meek. So utterly submissive. As she began to cry, I knew this wasn’t an act, as I expected of her before. She wasn’t just saying what I wanted, doing what I wanted because of my cock. She really was sorry for how she’d treated me in the past because now she wanted to belong to me.
This was it. She was beaten, broken, lying before me a willing slave. All that was left now was to fuck her. And now I was ready.
I grabbed my cock by the base and pushed it against her pussy yet again. I started slowly at first, pushing with my hips until I felt her drenched pussy lips give slightly. She whimpered and began to pinch and twist her nipples. But I couldn’t push any farther. The head of my cock wouldn’t fit inside.
This felt like more than just a size issue, there was something physically preventing me from entering. I looked down at her body, disbelieving. My cock was pushing against her hymen. Her ex was so small that he hadn’t broken it.
I grinned. All I could think about now was how much this would hurt her.
“You feel that, cunt? I’m about to take your virginity.”
Every humiliating memory of every old insult, every dirty look, and every God damn day I’d had to spend hiding in my own house fuelled me on. I let the full force of my anger take me over, finally releasing it after years of suppression. I gritted my teeth and forced myself into her tight cunt, pushing hard against the vice-like pressure. She was screaming now. It sounded like she was in a lot of pain. But this was what she’d wanted, what she’d begged for.
I thought of those forum entries, about the women who’d been in so much pain after being with a well hung man that they’d never gone near them again. They talked about how it hurt to be stretched, how it ached for days afterwards. That’s what I wanted for Jessica. I was going to fuck this girl raw.
I started to push harder, forcing her pussy open. Her moaning increased, and she started that little guttural growl in her throat. It was difficult to enter her, she was so tight and I was so big.
I continued my slow, hard penetration. She was so hot, and so wet. I was barely in and it already felt fantastic. When I got about half my length into her, her pussy started to pulse and quiver around my cock. I started to pull back out, slowly. When my cock head reached her opening again, I thrust in hard, back up to half length. At first it was slow, my muscles tensing with the effort of every thrust, but each time I got faster and faster, until I was pounding her hard with a rapid rhythm. It felt amazing, the intense heat, the tight walls of her pussy gripping and trembling around my cock. I brought my hands to her shoulders for a better grip, digging my fingers in hard, and started pounding even harder.
Tears were freely flowing down her face and she hadn’t stopped moaning and squealing, her voice jumping and shaking as I fucked her. With each thrust I forced a little more into her, until I was almost completely inside each time. My body was slick with sweat and my breath was ragged with effort. It felt so good, I didn’t know how long I’d be able to last.
I kept up the pace, and soon I was surprised to feel my balls meeting the heat of her pussy lips. I looked down to see I was bottoming out; my entire cock was entering her completely with each stroke. I moaned with pleasure and increased my pace again. My hips were burning and her bed was shaking and creaking with my effort. I felt her wrap her legs around my waist, tightening around me each time I bottomed, as if wanting to hold me there.
I looked down at her. Her tits were bouncing wildly. She was biting her lower lip hard, and her eyes were closed. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. I wanted her eyes open.
She looked into my eyes, her face flushed and stained with tears. I felt the pleasure getting too intense. I plunged into her one last time. Her legs tightened around my back and she threw her arms around my neck. We screamed together as I shot my load into her, pulse after pulse of hot sperm filling her tight pussy. Intense pleasure fired down my cock, it felt like my whole body had gone numb except for this lightning bolt of sensation.
As my orgasm ended, the strength left my hips and I collapsed on top of her. My cock began to wilt slightly, becoming softer. With a huge effort, I rolled off of her, my slimy cock pulling out of her pussy and bringing with it a flow of semen, and some blood.
I looked at her. She was breathing as heavily as I was. Her eyes were closed, and her lower lip was bleeding, a thin, red trail running down her chin. The sensations had been so intense that she’d broken the skin by biting too hard. Tears were still rolling gently down her face, and she let out a weak sob every now and again.
We lay in silence for a long time. I just watched her.
After a while she slowly opened her eyes, meeting mine. She wiped the tears from her face. Groaning slightly in pain, she rolled to her side and moved her body closer to me. She crawled over until she was above me and set her head gently down against my shoulder. She reached up and slid her arms around my neck, hugging me.
I used my thumb to wipe the blood from her chin, then gently rubbed it across her lips. She opened her mouth and licked my thumb as I pushed her lips around. I swept my hand up to her head and started to stroke her hair. I grabbed the blanket with my other hand and pulled it over us. She reacted to the warmth by snuggling close to me, nuzzling into my chest, and I put my arm around her waist.
I wasn’t really sure what to do. I felt completely drained of all emotion, all thought. All I knew was that holding her like this, for now, felt good.
I ran my fingers up through her hair, caressing her gently. I had no idea what to say to her. I didn’t know what I wanted any more.
She sighed happily against my chest, her warm breath tickling me.
“That was…” she started.
She sighed again, and closed her eyes.
“That was incredible.” she purred.
“Did it hurt?” I asked.
She looked up at me.
“Yeah…But it felt so good…”
She moved her hips forward, bringing our faces closer until her cheek rested against mine. Her hands moved up to caress my hair.
“When you…when you penetrated me…I had an orgasm.” she whispered softly in my ear. “It hurt so much…and I liked it…oh God,” she said, shivering slightly, “It felt so good…I’m so glad that…that you were my first. My real first, I mean”
She felt her smile, and she kissed me softly on the cheek.
“I just…I kept…cumming, over and over…when I took it all…when you were completely inside me…I thought I was going to die…”
She slowly kissed me a few times along my jaw, letting her lips rest for a few seconds each time.
“My pussy still hurts.” she said, wriggling her hips. “Aahh…”, she sighed in pain, “It hurts, but I like it. I’m all stretched out by your big cock.”
She sighed happily and pulled back.
“Thank you.” she said.
She held her face a few inches from mine. Her eyes were so big, such a clear, perfect green. Her smile seemed so sweet, so genuine. So innocent, somehow.
Without thinking, I kissed her. Gently at first, our lips moving tenderly together. I loved how she responded to my touch, pushing her body back slightly against my arms. I took her lower lip between my teeth and bit down, hard. She moaned softly, and I felt blood flowing into my mouth, metallic and warm. I’d re-opened the wound she’d made before. I released her lip and she slid her tongue into my mouth. She kissed me passionately, and I returned it.
Our first kiss. My first kiss.
She pulled back, breathing heavily, blood staining her lip.
“I love you.” she said.
For a second I was stunned. Then I felt a sudden flash of anger. She loved me? I gripped her hair and pulled it back, hard. She hissed and whimpered in pain, and I forcefully grabbed her jaw with my other hand. I loved the sounds she made, her soft mewls of pain and pleasure.
“How can you love me?” I asked slowly, “You don’t even know me.”
She gasped sharply in pain again as I tightened my grip.
“I do…I…I love…you,” she moaned.
I gripped tighter for a few seconds, until I saw tears touching the corners of her eyes. I released her, and she let her head drop onto my chest. Her breathing was heavy and I could feel her tears against my skin.
“Good.” I said. “Good girl.”
She sighed happily and wrapped her arms around me.
I didn’t know how I felt about her any more.
I thought about the things that usually made me the most angry, the worst memories of her mocking, of her public humiliation. Just like always a few hot waves of rage pulsed up in me, but I let them go, calming myself. The anger, the hatred, the repulsion I’d always felt for her was still there, though it felt lessened slightly.
I thought about her grinding her pussy against my cock, begging for an orgasm. I thought about her delight in pleasing me, her face lighting up as I complimented her. I thought about her stunning resolve to deep throat my cock, surprising me by succeeding so quickly. My dick started to stiffen a little at the memories. Not much, just a little twitch to remind me that she stilled turned me on.
I thought of the few times we’d spoken recently, about how pleasant it had been just to hold a casual conversation with her. I thought about how good it felt just to be stroking her soft hair, and holding her naked body against mine. I felt the warmth of emotion that I honestly thought I’d never feel for her, a sweet affection that made me want to just hold her close to me.
I couldn’t understand it. The emotions I felt, such strong, deep seated hatred, and the new, bright joy and admiration, all mixed up with the lust I felt for her. Such completely opposed, conflicting feelings, but I felt them all for the same person, at the same time.
Without saying anything, I slowly pushed her off me. I got off the bed, and she curled up under the covers. I noticed that my cock was still a little wet with our combined juices, and her blood.
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