Reluctantly Deflowered by Pastor Graham (4 page)

It was a revelation, the combination of
pounding sex and asphyxiation turned out to be a powerful
aphrodisiac for me. He fucked me harder still, the desk butting up
against his book shelf as the force of our coupling strained it to
its limits. I heard him grunt, and he let up just enough for me to
breath. My moans filled the room, and his cock throbbed against the
walls of my tight, little cunt. He slammed into me, deeper than
ever before, and his cock erupted. I came with even more force than
before.

I could only mewl and whimper, my legs
shaking and quivering as his hot seed spurt inside of me, coating
my womb. I lost myself in the constant waves of pleasure, riding
them for a long moment until my convulsions subsided and my body
flopped out, limp and ragged, on the desk.

“There,” Pastor Graham said. “Your demons are
exorcised.” He pulled out of me and collected his pants, underwear,
and shoes. “I think Danny will be well pleased, so long as you
remember what I've shown you.”

I pushed myself off of the desk, still too
shell-shocked to register exactly what had happened. “Thank you,
Pastor,” I said. I realized that I no longer felt nervous, nor did
I feel unclean. It had worked. I quickly dressed, hunting down the
various articles of clothing that had been strewn throughout the
room during our encounter.

“If you require more counseling,” he said, a
wry grin on his face. “You know where to find me.”

“I do,” I said, pulling my skirt up to my
waist. I buttoned up my blouse and tucked it in. “But won't Danny
know?”

“No,” Pastor Graham said. “He's not any more
experienced than you are. Well, were, rather.”

“Good.”

“You'll make him a good wife, Maggie. And, I
think, you'll also be happy.”

“I think so, too.”

And I left. It was near noon when I opened
the door to the church. Amazing how time can fly away from you. The
sun blazed in the sky, and the tar of the church parking lot
shimmered in the heat. I took a deep breath and stepped off, whole
and untroubled for the first time I could remember. Pastor Graham
had shown me the way, and things were looking much, much
brighter.

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“Now it needs to be professionally cleaned,
but the stain won't set,” he said.

“Good,” I said. “What do I wear in the
meantime?”

“I'm quite fond of what you're wearing
now.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Mr. Diamani,” I
said.

“Marc.”

“Marc, I'm not sure, I mean, I'm,” I said. I
couldn't articulate what I was feeling. I so wanted this man, but I
felt inadequate. What if I disappointed him? I couldn't live with
that.

He moved closer and I could smell a faint
musk. His cologne. His hand brushed my bare flank and I gasped. It
was like an electric shock. I was frightened, too frightened to
continue.

“No, please,” I said. My loins fought a
fierce battle with my reason and my reason lost. My protests lacked
bite.

He grabbed my hair, rough, but not too rough,
and pulled me toward him. Our mouths met, and, while I resisted at
first, I parted my lips and allowed him inside. It was fantastic.
I'd kissed men before, but it was never this real, this hot. One of
his hands slid down my thigh and I felt myself growing wet. What
was I thinking? I couldn't do this.

I pushed him away. “Marc, I can't,” I said.
“I don't know,”

His hand moved inward, and I tried to back
away. He grabbed my upper arm and held me in place as he brushed my
slick mound through my lacy panties. I felt like I was floating.
His touch ignited something inside of me, but I wasn't a slut. I
couldn't do this.

“Please,” I said. He paid me no mind and part
of me was glad that he didn't.

He snuck past my waistband, his bare fingers
parting the folds of my virgin pussy. I whimpered, caught between
my lust and my fear. I didn't know what I was doing, but dear God
did I want to. He rubbed my clit and white spots exploded behind my
eyes. I squirmed and twisted, half to get away, and half because I
couldn't help myself.

Breeding the Teenage Virgin Babysitter

"Mr. March, I
really think I should go," she said.

"No, you
shouldn't," Mr. March's fingers dug into the fleshy part of her
shoulders. "I have a much better proposition for you."

"Mr. March, you're
hurting me." Bailey struggled, but he was far too strong for her to
break free.

"Just hear me
out," Mr. March said. "I've seen how good you are with Bobby.
Better than his mother, really. It's been a long time since I've
been with a woman. Work, Bobby, time always gets away from me. I
need more."

"W-what are you
talking about?" Bailey had a hard time believing that this was
really happening. Mr. March was hot, no doubt, but she wasn't sure
this was how she wanted to lose her virginity. Her stomach was
twisted in knots, but she felt a stirring deep inside. The rough
handling was doing something for her, and she didn't exactly hate
it.

"I want to fuck
you, Bailey," Mr. March threw her down on the couch. "And then I'm
going to come inside of that sweet, virgin pussy."

"No," Bailey said,
trying to scramble up the back of the couch. Her hands kept sliding
down the fabric. Mr. March advanced on her, deftly undoing his tie
and tossing it to the side.

"Oh, yes," he said. His eyes were like a wolf's, fixed on its
prey. He grabbed her thighs, digging in so hard that Bailey
whimpered in pain, and arousal. Her fantasies had never felt this
alive, this real, and, although she was frightened out of her mind,
she craved more of his attention.

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Breeding the Teenage Virgin Cheerleader

“I should,” he said, circling the desk and
walking behind Cindy. The lock on the door clicked and Cindy
wondered what the coach was planning. “But I'm not going to. No,
Cindy, I've got a better idea for settling you down.”

He placed his hands on Cindy's shoulders and
she shivered. His fingers were still cold from the chill night air.
Something else awakened in her, as well. She'd always thought the
coach was a good looking guy. He stayed in shape when other men his
age let themselves go to seed. There was something about the
authority in his voice, and the hard look he sometimes got when a
football player defied him that turned her on. Those feelings
jumbled with fear and she squirmed in her chair, looking for an
exit.

Cindy had played out a similar fantasy, many,
many times while she sat in class and watched Coach Resnick, who
also taught Trig, at the chalkboard. The unmistakeable lust in his
voice gave her pause, though.

“C-coach? What are you doing?” she said,
fighting to keep her voice calm.

“What do you think I'm doing, Cindy?” he
said, picking her up from the chair easily. He spun her around and
sat her down on the desk. “You think I haven't noticed the looks
you give me in class, the notes you and your little buddy Ashley
pass back and forth while I'm trying to teach?”

“S-So? You can't do this,” she said. But
Cindy wasn't so sure that she didn't want him to. She'd fooled
around with Tommy plenty of times, but he'd always been awkward,
hesitant and clumsy. She never let him go all the way, because,
frankly, he never really turned her on. This, though, this was
turning her on big time.

“You never let Tommy fuck you, did you?”
Coach said as he pushed her down on the desk. His hand found its
way to her thigh and he hiked up her muddy skirt. “I'm exploring
virgin territory.”

“
Coach, no,” Cindy said. She tried to free
herself, but his hand pressed firmly against her sternum, holding
her to the desk. The harder she struggled, the hornier she got.
Still, Cindy felt obligated to put up a good
fight.

Breeding Another
Teenage Virgin Cheerleader

She had expected a bunch of
reports on her various indiscretions this year, and she found them.
She also found a number of pictures. Cheerleading practice
pictures, mostly, but there were a few that must have been taken in
the halls and at lunch.
What the fuck
?

She jumped as the door slammed closed.

“
See,” Principal Taylor
said. “This is why you're always in trouble.” He locked the door
and advanced, pulling off his tie and tossing it on the floor.
“Nosy, impertinent, and now you're snooping through my files. I
should give you weekend detention for the rest of the
year.”

“
Awww,” Allie said, acutely
aware that she was in a precarious position. “C'mon Principal
Taylor,” she said, stalling. Her worse nature got the better of her
however. “I'm sure the school board would love to know how you're
stalking your students.”

“
That's not true,” he said.
His face was flush with anger.

“
Yeah,” she said, holding
up a few of the pictures from her file. “Then what the fuck is
this?”

There was no warning, Principal Taylor moved
fast. He circled the desk and grabbed Allie up before she could
make a sound. The file, pictures and all, scattered to the four
winds. She was genuinely scared now, but there was something else
under the surface. She was incredibly turned on. Principal Taylor
was pretty hot, but, more importantly, he was a man who seemed to
want her very, very badly. It was a new experience for Allie.

“
Principal Taylor, what are
you doing?” she cried.

“
Something that should have
been done a long time ago,” he said as he bent her over the desk
and flipped her soggy skirt up, exposing her ass.

She shrieked when his hand hit her ass, the slapping sound
seemed to fill the office. Allie was in shock, it was painful, it
was humiliating, but, my God, was it hot. His hand came down again,
giving her another dose of sharp, but oddly delicious pain. Her
panties grew wetter with every stroke of his hand.

Reluctantly
Deflowered by My Doctor

I sneered at his back as he made a few more
notes on the clip board. He turned and caught me, and the look in
his eye held me in place. It was a hungry look. He took two steps
toward me and I cringed. He placed a strong hand on my shoulder and
I jumped and tried to run, but he held me in place. I was scared
out of my wits, but something deep inside of me was clawing at my
guts, howling to get out.

“A simple one,” he said. “No, I know just
what you need.” He forced me back onto the table, his hand pressing
between my breasts.

“What do you think you're doing?” I screamed.
I beat at his arm, fruitlessly trying to dislodge it. I clawed at
it, but he would not move. His free hand lifted the gown, ignoring
my kicking feet. He clucked when he saw that I wasn't entirely
naked.

“Still wearing your panties?” he said.

“
Stop. Please, stop,” I
said. I stopped beating at his arm, resigned to being under his
control. I could feel the primal part of me rising and the heat in
my loins was unbearable. I wasn't sure that I wanted him to
stop.

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“You have two choices, Mrs. Andrews,” he
said. I was aware of his presence behind me, looming like some dark
God that held my fate in his hands.

“Cami,” I said. The Mrs. Andrews thing was
starting to grate. I held back the sobs with heroic effort. “What
are my choices?”

“Take the F, walk out of here, and forget
about medical school. Or,” he said. I recoiled as he put his hands
on my shoulders. What did he think he was doing? “Take part in a
little … experiment for me.”

“What kind of experiment?”

“Oh, one that will take about nine months or
so.”

“Nine months? I'd have to wait a year to go
to med school.”

“Exactly, but I'll guarantee you an A in this
class as well as a recommendation.”

“But what could take that long,” I said. Then
it occurred to me. “Oh, no, nonononono.”

“Oh, I think you should reconsider,” his
said. His voice had softened, just a little, and it was doing weird
things to me. Still, I wasn't a whore. I wasn't even a slut. How
could he think I'd agree to this?

His hand slipped under my blouse and brushed
a bare breast. I struggled to get up, but he was too strong and he
held me in place as his fingers brushed my hardening nipple. I was
turned on in spite of myself, horrified at the prospect.

“I'm going to use you like a five dollar
hooker,” he whispered in my ear. I was crying, and his words should
have disgusted me, but I could feel my pussy moisten at the
prospect. “Then I'm going to impregnate you. Evolutionary biology
in action, that's your project.”

“Oh, God,” I said, unable to manage even a
cursory defense as he pulled my blouse up over my head and dropped
it to the ground.

“
No bra,” he said. He squeezed my tiny tits,
kneading and molesting them as my traitor body got more and more
aroused. I moaned. “I wonder what else you decided not to put on
today,” he said. His lips found my neck and I melted inside. Here
was this handsome, brilliant, powerful man bent on ravaging
me.

Reluctantly Deflowered by My Doctor 2

“Move on.” It was a simple statement, but
the way he said it, with such force and conviction, caused my heart
to flutter.