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[professor-pornography]

[sluttyslutsfan-blog]

[theassninja]

[e-bae]

(via TumbleOn)

[joun-love-you]

[stonedextraterrestrial]

[hatterbby]

beg me

cw: cockwarming, begging, praise, slow, groping, breeding

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A soft sound leaves my throat as his arms wrap around tighter around my waist, pulling me in closer as we both try to focus on the textbook in front of me. "What all do you have to do again?" he murmurs against my shoulder, voice breaking a little at the end.

"I have to read and annotate from here," I shift and flip a few pages as I speak, "to here."

A soft groan sounds from behind me as he seems to lean back against the chair with mild frustration. Gentle thrills rush through me as I shift again, biting my lip as I read the passage, making small notes as I go. His hands around me tighten a bit more, pulling me in as he mutters something under his breath.

"You're being very distracting," I tease despite how shaky my voice comes out, "you promised to help me study."

"Me? A distraction?" he scoffs with mock offense as he leans me into the desk, his lips brushing along my throat with feather-soft kisses, "I'm supposed to be an incentive to finish faster."

My heart flutters in my chest as I try to shift away shyly, swallowing nervously at the way my whole body clenches around him. He hisses, hands sliding to grip my hips and hold me steady. "Do your homework," he scolds breathlessly before his head falls back again, muttering about the way I'm sucking him in.

My cheeks burn from his words, and I focus on the page before me. Every shift, cough, any slight movement has my core clenching tighter around him as I feel his length throbbing inside me. His hands slide across my thighs, pushing my hoodie up, almost as if he has to touch me more as we sit there. Fingers rush across my tummy, squeezing my sides, pushing the hoodie up until my breasts are exposed.

"Sir..." my voice comes out as a whine, pen paused along the page. As soon as the word leaves my mouth, his hands pause which causes me to rock my hips back in frustration, pushing him in deep.

"Shit!" he inhales sharply, his arms a prison around me as he holds me still, "Babygirl, absolutely not."

"You started it," my voice fires back, pouting a bit in frustration. After a few more moments of tense silence, a frustrated sound leaves my throat and I go back to writing.

Each note, each page has me devolving further into madness, my whole body clenching in need as my slick coats him and makes a mess between my thighs. Gentle fingers brush my hair back from the nape of my neck, placing soft kisses along my shoulder, "How goes it?" he whispers, hands sliding along my curves soothingly, teasingly.

"It goes," my voice comes out like a plea, "I'm done..."

"Yeah?" comes his hot reply, hot breath rushing against my ear which has me shivering, pressing into him again. A low groan leaves his throat, and I find myself grinding my hips a bit which pulls a soft moan from me. His hands slide to my thighs, gripping tightly as his head rests against the back of mine.

"Stop..." he gives a weak order, voice teetering on a groan as his grip tightens more, possessively. My hips grind once more, pushing him extra deep in my gummy walls before I obey, a breathless smirk playing on my lips.

"You cheeky brat," he growls, rolling his hips which has me cry out in surprise at the force. Shaking my head a bit in denial, I reach back behind me to hold him still before he does it again, slamming into me harshly.

"No, you can't," I whimper, my whole body trembling from how his cock rubs deep inside.

"Oh no? I'm sorry, just let me..." his tone darkens as he shifts me, suddenly standing with my knees folded to my chest, "You finished your homework. What's stopping me?"

The new angle plunges him in so deep that I grip at his arms for leverage, head falling back as a needy whimper leaves my throat and stars dance across my vision. With shaky arms, I try to lift myself up, ease some of the pressure as his cock throbs against my cervix.

"I... you..." stuttering over my words, I groan in frustration, so sensitive I could cry, "I wanted you to beg me, I wanted to make you a mess this time."

His grip on my thighs tightens, squeezing as he looks down at me, a strange look crossing his face. He leans in, kissing along my jaw and down my neck as he pulls me back down onto him.

"Babygirl," he whispers huskily, "you make me a mess every time, you drive me almost insane just by being near me. It has taken everything in me not to bend you over and fuck you until you're leaking my cum from every hole. The way you smell, the way your nose crinkles when you concentrate, the way your pussy sucks me in so well..."

At his words, my cheeks burn and I find myself squirming in the impossible hold he has on me, trying to escape his intense scrutiny. A soft smirk plays on his lips as he eases his hold, letting my feet touch the ground before I'm folded again, this time pinned between him and the table.

"Babygirl," he purrs right against the shell of my ear which has my pussy throbbing, "please, let me fuck you, let me break you. Let's both be messes, please. I wanna reward you for being such a good girl, let me, please..."

As he speaks, my whole body shivers with need, my hips arching back to let him press in deeper. "Since... you begged..." my voice is a mess of trembling whines, "yes, please. I need you.."

"That's my girl," he groans, rocking his hips into my ass which slides his cock in deep. My pussy clenches eagerly, already drenched from the teasing, pulling him in as he thrusts slowly, deeply. His hands wrap around me, pulling me into him as he plunges in, steadily increasing the pace. Loud moans fill the silence as his cock pushes lewd sounds from my pussy, my wetness rolling down my thighs with every thrust.

"So fucking wet," he praises in an almost pained voice as he pumps in harder, faster. The pleasure rushes through me so intensely I reach out for him, gripping tightly at the arms wrapped around me.

"...too much," comes my begging cry which he swallows as he pulls me back, kissing me with bruising force as he thrusts in so hard the desk quakes with the force. Our bodies clash together, desperate and harsh, messy. He slides his hand down suddenly, pinching my clit with such force that a scream is devoured in the kiss.

More slick gushes around his cock as he presses against my cervix. My pussy spasms as I violently cum, incoherently whining as my whole body clenches with the force. He mutters sweet, incessant praise against my lip as I feel his cock pulse deeply, pumping me full of hot, sticky seed.

He holds me to him, cupping my face in his hands as he places gentle kisses along my nose, eyes, and lips, "You did so good, babygirl. My pretty girl, so good, always mine. I'm so proud of you."

[malaz-13]

[lar0seden0ir]

Walking in the forest is always an excellent idea.

[gh0sts-and-demons]

you thought you were dreaming at first.

you were in bed, half asleep, when something brushed over your skin. it was warm, soft, and you imagined it was just your blanket shifting. belatedly, you realized you hadn't moved, so how could your blanket?

and, if it was your blanket, how was it squeezing your tits when you were laying face down?

your heart pounded in your chest and your eyes shot open. the dark of your room had never been more terrifying. someone was in here with you, groping you. molesting you. without thinking, you rolled over, hoping to identify whoever had broken in.

idiot. if it had been an intruder, and you had seen their face, they would have killed you.

but there was no one there. you swung your legs over the edge of your bed and rushed to the light switch, half-sprinting through your apartment, straining your ears for any sound. nothing. no one.

panting, sweating, terrified, and utterly alone, you stood in your home. unsafe. unsure.

no. it was just a dream. a nightmare. had to have been.

you were almost convinced when the ghost hands returned, sliding up your thighs. you looked down to see nothing but the indentations of invisible fingers digging into your flesh, the fabric of your panties stretching as something squeezed your ass and massaged between your legs.

you tried to step away, to escape the invisible assault. you backed into the wall, only for the paint to stretch as more hands reached through it, pinning you. you tried to scream, and a hand covered your mouth.

"shh, shh." the voice was inches from your face. "don't act like you haven't been craving this. craving us."

pressure between your legs again, soft but unyielding, prying them open and exposing the damp spot on your panties. the ghost rubbed it gently, chuckling in your ear.

"we've seen the things you look at at night. the things that make you scream with pleasure when you slide your hand into these cute little panties." he—it was definitely a masculine voice—pulled at the waistband of your underwear and snapped it against your hip, making you yelp, the sound muffled by the hand still smothering you.

he continued rubbing your mound over the fabric of your panties, and you hated yourself for how wet you were getting. how your hips ground against him of their own accord, desperate for the pleasure he teased.

"so eager," he whispered. "so willing." he pulled your panties down, and you stepped out of them, spreading yourself for him, and cursing yourself for being such a needy slut. "so wet for us after just a bit of groping."

as if on command, the hands from the wall began exploring you, pinching, squeezing, and massaging every inch of you. two hands cupped your breasts, rolling your taut nipples between their fingers, while another wrapped around your throat. more hands grabbed your ass, spreading you wide, while others roamed your thighs, stomach, and sides. your desperation doubled at their ministrations, and you were soaking wet. you could feel it starting to drip down your thighs.

"we have been so interested, watching you," he told her. "it has been a long time since anyone came here who could be... communicated with." as he spoke, he slid his cock between your wet pussy lips, teasing your clit viciously. "but i think you're exactly what we need."

the head of his cock pressed against your entrance, finding only the slightest resistance as it slid inside. your pussy swallowed his cock eagerly, and you moaned into the hand covering your mouth as he filled you. you'd always thought ghosts would be cold, but he was almost hot, making you shiver. he thrust himself inside you to the hilt, and his satisfied groan in your ear made your eyes flutter shut.

this is what you wanted. to be used, to be fucked, to be filled up, to be a good little hole for any cock aching for release. you wanted to be nothing more than the perfect, wet little pussy for anyone—and anything—to fuck. the feeling of a dream coming true washed over you, and you relaxed into the hands as they continued to grope you, met the ghost's thrusts as he fucked you ravenously.

your orgasm was slow, soft, more like a wave on the sand than an explosion. you named the sensation: pure belonging.

"that's right," the ghost grunted as he slammed his cock into you over and over. "you belong with us. to us."

"yes," you moaned, not realizing the hand over your mouth was gone. "yes, yes, i'm yours! oh god!" you came again just as the first wave of pleasure had passed, bucking your hips against thin air. your pussy gaped by nothing, dripping wetness down your thighs. your throat buckled under the invisible hand around it when it squeezed, cutting off your breath, heightening the pleasure and making your eyes roll back in your head.

"fuck, that's it," he moaned, thrusting into you erratically as his own pleasure overtook him. his grunts matched perfectly with the sensation of hot cum spurting into you, painting your insides. burst after burst of warmth, and then—

you fell to the floor, of no further use to him. the hands retreated into the plaster of the wall, the sensation of being in a crowded room dissipated. hot cum leaked out of you as you pushed yourself up into a sitting position, your pussy throbbing from the abuse.

used. full of cum. brainless from your own orgasms. satisfied. alone.

you took a shower and returned to bed, your hand slipping between your legs one more time. just before your back arched and you gasped with pleasure, you heard a ghostly chuckle from the corner of your room.

"don't worry," he said. "i'm not the only one who wants a turn with you."

(ko-fi)

[ln-my-s0ul]

[hot-sophie]

[gh0sts-and-demons]

the nannycam was a mistake.

last week, he'd stopped by the store that had replaced radioshack and bought a teddy bear with a camera for an eye, gave it to his daughter for her birthday. she'd rolled her eyes and reminded him that she wasn't a little girl anymore, but she'd put it on her bookshelf anyway, pointed towards her bed. he couldn't have positioned it better himself. he’d catch the bastard defiling his daughter on camera, and boot him from their lives for good. that man was way too old for his little girl, and if he had to blackmail the fucker into disappearing, well. anything for his daughter's safety.

the next saturday, her boyfriend came by, and they went to her room.

"keep the door open," he reminded them.

"okay, dad," his daughter replied, voice overly sweet.

he went to his room, turning on the computer the nannycam was set to stream to, and activating the recording program that would ensure he had real proof, beyond being able to say "i saw you doing it."

the second it came on, he knew he'd made a mistake, because the mere fact that he was spying on his daughter made his cock twitch. he sat back, appalled, then brushed it off. there was no way that was because of his daughter. it was probably just because the only time he spent on the computer at home was to watch porn. that was it: he'd conditioned himself to associate turning the computer on with jacking off. nothing to do with his little girl.

at first, they just talked, lounging on her bed. then they put on a movie, laughing every now and then, but as time went on, they snuggled closer. their hands began to wander, his daughter writhed, and his breath caught in his throat. the way she arched her back, her hips angling so that her boyfriend's hands went where she wanted them... he looked away.

what was he doing? jesus christ, he was spying on his little girl. his baby, his innocent daughter, whose legs were parting eagerly, eyes wide and silently begging. his cock began to swell, throbbing in his pants, every beat of his heart sending blood to flush the muscle. he couldn't look away. couldn't take his eyes off her tiny body, the way her eyes darkened as her boyfriend pushed her tank top over her tits, taking one dark nipple into his mouth. her eyes fluttered closed and she sank her fingers into his hair as he licked and sucked her tits, squeezing one breast while nibbling the other. she pushed his head down, down, until he was kissing the waistband of her pants, which he pulled off as she lifted her hips.

"please, daddy," she said. the boyfriend smiled and lowered himself, his face hidden by her thigh. she turned her head, her eyes squeezed shut. when she opened them, she looked directly at the hidden camera.

oh fuck. she knew. she'd known the whole time! why else would she have set the teddy bear up in exactly the right spot?

"fuck, daddy, that feels so good," she whimpered, never looking away from the camera. her mouth hung open, her eyebrows pinched in pleasure. she groped her own tits, playing with her nipples. "do you wanna fuck me, daddy?"

his cock was already in his hand, stroking slowly. "god, yes," he whispered, though she couldn't hear him.

"do you wanna feel my tight little pussy around your cock?"

"fuck yes."

"can i please have your cock, daddy?"

he groaned and stroked himself faster, watching brainlessly as his daughter positioned herself so that she faced the camera as her boyfriend slid himself into her from behind.

"ohh, fuck," she whimpered as he stretched her out. "you're so big... fuck, it feels so good!" her tits bounced as he began fucking her in earnest, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. "fuck, fuck, fuck!" she rubbed her clit as he fucked her. "oh my god, daddy, i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum on your cock, dad," she said. her lithe body convulsed, and he could see the muscles in her abdomen clenching with each wave of pleasure that wracked her body. her voice was so soft, gasping as she came for him.

he didn't stop stroking himself, replaying her words in his mind as his own orgasm inched closer.

"now be a good girl and suck daddy's cock," her boyfriend crooned.

instantly, he lost all interest. reality came crashing down around him. he'd just been jacking off to his daughter. his own flesh and blood. a little girl who depended on him to protect her from... from people like him.

that son of a bitch.

he righted his pants, storming down the hallway until he swung open his daughter's door, revealing her adorable, innocent, perfect little face with her boyfriend's cock in her mouth.

"out," he ordered.

"oh my god, it's not—it's not what it looks like!" the man stammered, trying to stuff his cock back into his pants.

"get out before i throw you out," he said. his voice was cold, hard, like steel.

the man scrambled to his feet, tugging on his shoes and running away. his daughter hadn't moved, still on her hands and knees, staring up at her father.

"you scared him," she said, almost petulantly.

"he was—"

"he was fucking me, daddy," she cut him off. "just like you knew he would. just like you wanted him to."

"i did NOT want him to," he objected. "he's too old for you."

"I know, daddy," she said, inching closer to the foot of the bed.

he must have stepped forward without realizing it, because he could feel his little girl's breath on the crotch of his pants. "you shouldn't be doing things like that with him," he said.

"who should i be doing them with?" she asked, looking up at him. her doe eyes glittered in the fading evening sun.

"nobody!" he said, cupping her jaw with his hand. "you're too young for all of that. he was taking advantage.”

"but i wanted it, daddy. i needed it.” she ran one hand up his thigh, her thumb resting just above his bulge. “will you give me what i need?”

for the longest moment, he didn’t know how he’d react. part of him wanted to feel her warm, wet mouth on his cock, fill his palms with her perky tits, push her back onto the bed and fuck her in every position he could think of until he found all the ones that drove her crazy.

but he stepped back. “we can’t. i can’t,” he said, forcing his eyes away from her taut nipples. he glanced at the nannycam, but didn't reach for it. “get dressed for dinner.”

he went back to his bedroom to erase the footage, only to see the camera moving. what was she doing with the teddy bear? he frowned. the angles and constant motion made the footage a confusing blur, until eventually it settled into a subtle, rhythmic motion.

“oh fuck, daddy,” she moaned.

the camera was beneath her. his view was of her upper body, as though she were riding his face. comprehension dawned; she was humping the teddy bear.

he didn’t stop the recording. slowly, he lowered himself into his chair again, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. this had to be better than fucking her, right? better than actually touching his daughter? his hand gripped his shaft easily, pumping in time with her motions on the camera. her whimpers made him throb, her gasps made him moan. they were a perfect symphony of pleasure. when she came, legs squeezing the teddy bear desperately, he came with her, shuddering and groaning.

he cleaned himself up before the shame could set in, and went to the kitchen before deciding today was not a day to cook. he ordered a pizza, sank into the couch, and put on some mid-2000s cop procedural until the doorbell rang.

"i'll get it!" his daughter called. he pursed his lips but said nothing until he saw her reach for the doorknob. she was wearing a crop top and panties, and nothing else.

she was swinging the door open before he could yell, "young lady, put some damn clothes on!"

she cocked her hip and took the pizza from the shocked delivery man whose eyes slid over her tight young body before he could stop himself. she gave him a cute wave and closed the door with her foot.

"don't have an aneurysm, dad." she placed the pizza box on the coffee table and flopped onto the couch, patting the cushion next to her. "come sit."

"you cannot be opening the door dressed like that," he said, fury flooding his veins.

"like what?" she asked, all innocence.

"like a slut!" he shouted without thinking. "you saw how he looked at you. you know what he was imagining."

she sat up on the couch, resting on her arms so that they pushed her tits up and out. "but i'm just a teenager," she said. "i'm way too young for him."

he flexed his hands at his sides. "okay. you wanna be a slut?" he stepped forward, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her head back. "you wanna flash your tits for every grown man that walks past? you want everyone to look at you and imagine fucking you? fine." his free hand began undoing his pants, freeing his stiffening cock. "you wanna act like a slut, you'll get treated like one!"

her eyes were wide as she stared up at him. "daddy, what—"

he slapped her on the jaw, just hard enough to sting. "shut up," he commanded. "show me what that mouth is good for." he brought her head forward with one hand, lifted his cock with the other. her lips wrapped around him without hesitation, and the warm wetness of his daughter's mouth was heaven. she sucked him sloppily; her spit lubricated his shaft so that her lips could slide over it with ease.

jesus christ, his little girl could suck cock like a pro.

her head bobbed forward into his crotch of her own accord, so he freed her hair and reached for her tits instead, massaging them through the flimsy fabric of her crop top. when she moaned around his cock, he thrust forward, sliding his length into her throat. she gagged once, twice, then pulled back, giving him her best doe-eyed stare.

"good girl," he whispered.

"thank you, daddy," she said back.

he slapped her jaw again, and she smiled up at him.

he groaned and lifted her to her feet. she peeled her panties off, stepping out of them while he stripped, his pants and shirt landing in a pile next to the couch. he pushed her crop top over her head, making sure that his palms moved over her tits as he did so. he was rewarded with a small pant of genuine arousal—none of the over-the-top porn performance she'd been giving earlier. she had his attention; she didn't need to be dramatic anymore.

he sucked one nipple and reached between her legs to see how wet she was. when he found she was wetter than her mother had ever gotten, he manhandled her into position. she faced away from him, her arms on the back of the couch, her knees on the cushions.

"this is what sluts get," he whispered in her ear as he pressed against her entrance. she grabbed at her own ass, spreading herself for her father, who slid into her easily. he fucked her deep and slow, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. "little sluts don't get their tits played with. they don't get eaten out. all you want is to get fucked, yeah?"

she whimpered and nodded. he smirked; typical brat. she couldn't form a sentence once she was being fucked.

"you just want some big cock to fill you up so you don't have to think anymore, right?"

"yes!" she moaned.

"you just want to be a brainless little slut who gets to spend all day cumming on random strangers' cocks, don't you?"

"oh god... dad," she stuttered. "don't—please don't stop. oh my god."

"you're such a desperate little slut you're gonna cum for your dad?"

"oh god!"

he didn't stop fucking her, maintaining his pace and depth even as her pussy squeezed his cock. her moans were almost breathless, like she wanted to cum more than she needed air. the way her voice hiccuped was so cute. he wanted to make her do that over and over again.

"such a pathetic slut," he chastised, his cock balls deep inside her. he held it there for a moment while he tried not to cum in his daughter. "you know what i want?"

"what, daddy?" she said, still regaining her breath.

"i want to see your face when you cum for me again. i want to look in your eyes when you realize your dad's cock makes you cum this hard."

she whimpered and looked over her shoulder at him, but he pulled away, his cock sliding out of her with a wet sucking noise. he lifted one of her legs and slid underneath her so that he was sitting on the couch, and she could straddle and ride him.

"fuck yourself on my cock, baby," he told her. "i want you to cum on your dad's cock without me even doing anything."

her mouth fell open, mesmerized by the suggestion. she didn't respond, only reached down to grab his cock, lining it up with her pussy before lowering herself onto it slowly. her eyes closed and she leaned her head back, releasing the smallest of sighs. she settled into her own, unique rhythm so easily, he wondered if she hadn't been fucking him while he was asleep until today.

he watched her ride him with her eyes closed for almost ten minutes before she started moaning, her pace increasing. he grabbed her face and pulled her closer. "look at me," he commanded.

she obeyed, her eyes wide and innocent even as she approached the edge of orgasm. "oh god," she moaned. her hips bucked wildly, her cunt spasming around his cock again. her eyes never left his, and her mouth hung open even as every exhale became a moan.

"now you know you're mine," he told her. without warning, he thrust up into her, making her jump and whine. "we're not done yet, sweetheart. you forgot the one thing sluts are good for."

she stared at him dumbly.

he smiled and shook his head, the picture of a disappointed father. "it's my turn to cum now."

she looked almost afraid. "but daddy—"

he grabbed her jaw and squeezed it lightly; a warning. "do sluts talk back?"

"no," she said quietly.

"do sluts make their daddies cum?"

she nodded.

he slapped her. "say it."

"yes, daddy," she said, her breath quickening again. "i want to make you cum."

"good girl," he said softly, petting her jaw before slapping it again. he picked her up and positioned her so that she lay flat on her back on the couch, then climbed between her legs. slowly, he slid his cock between her pussy lips, then slapped her clit with it. she let out a small gasp and her hips bucked upwards. when he was sure she was ready, he slid inside her again. this time, he went hard and fast, wanting nothing more than to dump his load into his daughter's tight cunt.

to his delight, she rubbed her clit as he fucked into her. her other hand played with her tits, squeezing them and pinching the nipples. she came again, her chest and face flushing with the force of her orgasm, her legs shaking on either side of him. he slowed a bit, feeling her walls closing around him, then fucked her through the overstimulation until she was begging incoherently.

"what, baby?" he taunted as he fucked her even faster. "what do you need?"

"please please please please," she whimpered. "oh god, fuck, please—"

he didn't stop, even when he felt warm liquid surrounding his cock inside her. he pulled the blanket they kept on the back of the couch and lifted her hips to slide it underneath her.

"what are you doing?" she asked, frowning.

he smiled at her and finally let his cock slide out of her, followed immediately by the squirt he'd felt earlier. "trying to stop my little slut from making a mess," he said.

she covered her face with her hands. "i've never done that before," she admitted, her voice muffled behind her hands.

he laughed then, and leaned forward to pull her hands away and bury his cock inside her again. "i'm not done with you yet," he reminded her. she nodded, and he squeezed her tits as he fucked her. "such a perfect body," he told her. "i should have known you were a slut. should have known you'd be desperate for my cock."

"i need your cock, daddy," she said, her voice taking on the edge it had had earlier. she was trying to help him cum. "i always make myself cum thinking of you, imagining you fucking me. your cock is the only thing i want. you feel so good inside me, dad."

he groaned. "keep going."

"i love your cock inside me," she said. "it feels so good, stretching me out. nobody makes me cum like you do, daddy. i was made to take your cock. my pussy was made for you, dad."

that did it. he groaned and thrust himself inside his little girl as he came to the sight of his daughter for the second time that day. when he pulled away, he watched his cum leak out of her.

he used the blanket to wipe the excess wetness away, then dumped it into the washing machine. when he came back, she was eating a slice of pizza completely naked.

he laughed. "definitely my daughter."

(ko-fi)

[casal-pt-deactivated20240416]

[ketszeletzsiroskenyer]

romantic anal

[purplesuitcowboy]

a quick little story for halloween. edits will be made later, i know that they’re there. use lube and don’t take this story super seriously because it’s just porn.

tw: incest

Zaria shimmied her hips back and forth as she tugged the body suit up her thighs and over her ass. She took a deep breath sucking in her stomach so she could pull up the zip. She grunted stretching her arms behind her as she tried to tug the zipper up between her shoulder blades. Fuck. She just couldn’t quite get it up. She released the zip and felt it slowly inch back down her spine, unzipping itself. She was never going to borrow clothes from Abigail again. She had known that it was going to be a little small but Abigail had sworn that it wouldn’t matter, that the fabric was stretchy enough to make up the difference. Looking at herself in the mirror, Zaria was not confident that this was the case. She popped her head out of her room and yelled down the hall to her father.

“Daddy! Can you come help me?”

She waited a moment, listening for the tale tell sign of his footsteps. Confident that he was on his way to help, she returned to her bedroom, wandering around it while she dealt with other aspects of her costume. The ears were easy. The headband that they sat on was a little flimsy but with some extra bobby pins, she felt confident that they were on firmly. Next, she pulled on her tights, clipping them to the bottom of the bodysuit so they wouldn’t fall during the evening.

“What’s up baby? What do you need me to do?”

She turned her head from her task to her father, who stood in the doorway of her room. She stood up straight and turned around so he could see the unzipped body suit.

“Can you zip me, please?”

He walked up behind her and reached down to grab her costume. She shuddered when his warm fingers brushed against her bare skin.

“Where are you going in this get up?” He asked her.

She didn’t know because she couldn’t see his face but his eyes were firmly locked on her fat ass. Just looking at her was making his cock hard. The body suit was cut high in the thigh showing off a fair amount of ass cheek. With the cut and material, he doubted that she could even wear underwear with such a get up. All he would have to do is move the gusset of her bodysuit and her little pussy would be right there for him to have.

“Jenny’s party,” she replied. “I wasn’t sure that I was going to go but Abigail let me borrow a costume so I figured why not.”

“What are you suppose to be?”

She scoffed, looking at him in disbelief. She stepped away giving him a spin so he could see her whole costume. His eyes scanned her frame but the only thing he really noticed was the way the bodysuit cupped her tits, molded to her soft stomach and puffy pussy lips. She looked like sex on legs. It was difficult reconciling his mental image of his sweet daughter with the sex pot who stood before him.

“I’m a playboy bunny, duh! I know you’re old but you have to know what a playboy bunny is.”

“Okay, okay,” he said with a laugh. “I think, I see it. I didn’t notice the ears at first. But where’s your tail?”

Her face reddened and she pointed to a lump wrapped in plastic on the bed. He went over to it and pulled it out out of the wrapping, revealing a cotton tail attached to a metal but plug. He groaned as he looked at it. Imaging the little cotton puff between Zaria’s ass cheeks, her tight hole stretched by the plug struggling to accompany its girth.

“Abigail told me that it hasn’t never been used,” Zaria told him shyly, misinterpreting his reaction.

“Do you want me to help you put it on,” he asked her, voice suddenly low and husky.

“Would that be okay?” She asked, her eyes flicking between the tail plug in his hand and her father’s face.

“Of course,” he told her. “Anything for my precious bunny. Come here.”

She walked towards him and he lightly grabbed her by the shoulder, moving her so that she was bent over his lap. He held the plug in front of her lips.

“Suck.”

Dutifully, she leaned forward and took the cool metal object into her mouth, coating it in a healthy amount of spit. She swirled her tongue around the tip and he could easily imagine how her hot tongue would be on his cock. While she lavished the plug with attention, her father tugged the gusset of her bodysuit to the side exposing her holes to his gaze. It was as he expected. His babygirl was completely bare underneath the costume and she had been shaved smooth to boot. He rubbed her pussy lips with his fingers, eliciting a soft moan from Zaria’s lips.

“You’ve got some real pretty holes, baby,” he told her, circling her asshole with his index finger.

“You like them, daddy?” She asked him, wiggling her ass for him.

“Daddy loves them. Here,” he said, grabbing her hand and placing it on his hardened cock. “See? You’ve gone and got Daddy’s cock all hard. You’re gonna help me take care of this, right.”

“Yes, daddy,” she said.

Lightly, she stroked him through his pants. His cock felt huge underneath her fingers. While she touched him, he played with her holes,teasing her ass and cunt. His fingers dipped into her wet cunt, spreading her juices over her clit and asshole. She moaned under him, rocking her hips against him trying to force his fingers deeper into her eager cunt. Gently, he took the plug from her mouth and brought it to her ass hole. He teased her back hole with the pointed edge of plug. Slowly, he pushed it into her ass, marveling as it stretched and stretched to accommodate the girth of the plug. He watched her toes curl as she took more and more of the plug. She gasped and whined. She felt so full. There was no way she could take anymore.

“Relax, baby,” he hold his daughter as he continued to work the plug into her hole. “Relax.”

She took a deep breath, shoulders dropping, as she tried to force herself to relax.

“That’s it,” he cooed at her. “That’s my good girl.”

Finally, he had pushed the widest part into her ass and the rest was quickly sucked into her hole until the only thing left was the cute little tail that poked out from between her ass cheeks. He tugged on the end of it, fucking her ass with the plug. Zaria moaned, rocking her ass back against the plug. It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. During this process, her cunt had gotten wetter and wetter. He could easily see the glossy sheen of her juices on the puffy lips of her pussy. Her cunt looked delicious to him, juicy and ripe for the taking.

“Mhmm, thank you daddy,” she told him.

“Get up,” he replied. “Let me get a good look at you.”

She hopped off of his lap and he pulled his cock out of his pants, running his hand lightly down the shaft. She stood before him and bent over, showing off her holes for her daddy while he stroked himself. She shook her ass and he watched her flesh jiggle. He couldn’t wait to have her on his cock. She ran her hand over her cunt, spreading her slick lips open with her fingers. She rubbed her fingers up and down, coating her fingers in her juices. She brought her slick fingers to her lips and sucked on her fingers. She brought her hand back down to her cunt, moaning softly as her fingers brushed against the sensitive bud of her clit.

Suddenly unable to stand it, he quickly stood up and positioned the bulbous head of his cock against her cunt. With his hands firmly on her hips, he slowly pushed his cock into her waiting cunt.

“Oh!” she exclaimed.

He filled her completely, forcing his thick cock into her tight channel. She moaned underneath him as she felt her cunt stretch to take her daddy’s cock. He was so much bigger then the dildos that she kept at the bottom of her underwear drawer.

He didn’t give her much time to adjust to his girth, just quickly began to thrust into her pussy. She was so tight, made even more so the presence of the plug in her ass. He loved it, love watching her little bunny ears bounce with each of his thrusts. Her costume, already ill fitting, was unable to stand the extra jostling and unzipped. Her tits spilled out of her top. Every bit of her jiggled and he adored it, loved watching her ass and tits move as he fucked her. He loved the feeling of her plush thighs and hips. He gripped her tightly, fingers making divots into her soft flesh. He just kept thrusting. He couldn’t get enough of her, the feeling of her cunt wrapped like a velvet vice around him or the beautiful sounds of her voice as she moaned and begged beneath him.

“More, daddy. More,” she wailed, as she rubbed her clit. “Fuck me harder.”

“So good, baby,” he told her, panting. “You take daddy’s cock so good.”

He let go of one of her hips and gripped the tail, fucking her with the plug while he roughly thrust into her. He felt her orgasm approaching, her cunt massaging his cock with each twitch. Suddenly, her back went ramrod straight and then her legs began to shake, as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

“That’s it, baby. Cum on daddy’s cock. That’s a good girl. Don’t stop. Keep rubbing your clit for daddy.”

“Ah, ah, ah!” she exclaimed, unable to speak as she endured wave after wave of pleasure.

“Shit!” her father grunted as he came. His pushed his cock in deep and released his milky load into her cunt.

He stilled, breathing hard as he came down from his orgasm. Zaria panted beneath him. He pulled his softening cock out of her cunt. He watched as his cum slowly dribbled out of her hole, darkening the fabric of her costume. With his index finger, he gathered up his cum and pushed it back into her cunt. He had left a creamy mess between her legs, pussy covered in his cum and her own cream. Looking at her was making him hard all over again. He don’t know when she had grabbed it but Zaria was looking at her phone and texting furiously.

“Everything okay, baby?”

“Jenny’s parents came back early so the parties canceled,” she told him, eyes still glued to her phone.

“Oh! I’m sorry about that,” he said, voice apologetic. In the midst of fucking her, he had forgotten all about the party - he’d forgotten about basically everything that wasn’t the feeling of her cunt, tight, hot and perfect around him.

“It’s okay,” she said, voice unusually chipper given the situation. “It just means i get to spend more time playing with you, daddy.”

She stood up, tossed her phone onto her bed, and clambered onto her dad’s lap. Surprised and confused, he reached for her, kneading the flesh of her ass cheeks with his hands. She grabbed his cock and positioned it at her entrance. Slowly she sunk down on it, taking inch after inch of his cock into her cunt. When she had taken him completely, they groaned, voices blending together into one sound. Slowly, she started to work herself up and down on his dick. He was deeply pleased by the new view and he dipped his head forward, taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

“I love your cock, daddy,” she told him as she bounced on his cock. “It feels so good stretching out my little pussy.”

“Baby, you can ride daddy’s cock as much as you want.”

[rrrrlock]

been fantasizing about some being a ghost’s playtoy for a bit

they start off with just teasing me every so often, almost enough to make me feel like it’s all in my head- they do little things like rub my cunt a few times through my clothes or grope my ass while i’m alone. they gradually begin to do this more and more, until there’s no way i can be making it up. it’s not like it’s bothering me though, so I don’t do anything to try and stop it.

after over a week of toying with me, they decide to escalate things further. sometimes after teasing me, i’ll feel my cunt spread open for something cold and hard, but only long enough to pump a load of pale, sticky cum inside. it’s hard not to moan or beg them to fuck me properly, especially when others are around, but i somehow manage. 

eventually, my silent prayers are answered, and they start fucking me properly. the first time was when i was at a library and thankfully no one was around to hear me pant and moan, but once they started fully fucking me, they only did it more and more often. they didn’t bother taking my clothes off, since they could just fuck me through them anyway, so the only indication of me being fucked was the mix of their cum and my juices that dripped down my thighs during after.

one day, they decide to make a show out of things. when i feel cold fingers teasing my cunt open while in a crowd, i only bite my tongue to prevent from crying out. what i don’t expect is them pushing me to my knees and positioning me so my head is on the ground and my ass is in the air. i’m both surprised and aroused, and my feelings only grow as cold hands pull my shorts and underwear down, exposing my cunt to everyone around us. now that there’s no use hiding it, i don’t hold back any noises when they start fucking me hard and deep, which just attracts even more attention. soon dozens of people are watching me cry out and moan while my cunt stretches around nothing, and it isn’t long before i’m cumming for all of them to watch, likely to be the first of many. the cock stretching me out continues to fuck me through it, but i feel it’s thrusts growing more and more erratic. i know they’re about to cum and my cunt clenches around them, desperate to milk out every drop. soon enough, they bottom out in me and begin filling my womb with spurts of cold cum. the position i’m in prevents any of it from leaking out, but they make sure to pull out before they’re done cumming and shoot the remaining bit of their load where the crowd can see it. 

but just because the ghost is done doesn’t mean it’s over. one of the members of the crowd steps forward, pants undone, and easily thrusts their entire length into my wet and stretched hole. it only takes a few thrusts before they’re adding their own load of cum to my womb. they don’t take the time to mark my hole like the ghost though, but only because another cock pushes into me as soon as they pull out. the first cock settles for cumming on my ass instead, which encourages other strangers to cum on me too. it’s clear that i won’t be leaving until i’ve pleased all of their cocks, either with my cunt or with my body.

by the time i make it home, i’ve been thoroughly marked inside and out by load after load of cum. my torso bulges from all the loads pumped inside, and there’s no way that i’ll be able to get the stains out of my clothes. but despite being used for hours, i’m too restless to sleep. i’m too busy wondering where i should go to tomorrow.

i can’t wait for my ghost to make me their public cumdump again.

[vampiric-cowboy]

being bred by someone that’s larger then you and when the finish inside you they just lay on top of you and pin you down . oh goodness gracious

[sex-storytime]

Game On

We were on his bed. I was topless, nestled between his legs while he played a video game. We spent a lot of time like this, me watching him play--though he seemed extra distracted today.

"Ooh, you're gonna miss the--oop, yup, you missed it." I laughed as his character fell off a cliff.

Jeff groaned. "I blame your boobs." He grinned, giving one of them a gentle squeeze.

I guess that was fair. He had the controller in one hand and a tit in the other. We'd both agreed on no sex, but touching was harmless. We did a lot of touching.

"My boobs didn't do anything," I teased.

"Oh yeah? They look like they're begging for attention. How can a gentleman refuse?" He set aside the controller and palmed both my fleshy orbs, molding them, massaging them.

I leaned against him, turned my head to rest on his chest, arching my boobs for him. He bent to kiss me, his lips soft and tongue playful. I sighed. This was so nice.

I spun into him, straddled his lap, and returned to his mouth, our tongues and lips and teeth colliding. He pushed me gently to the side, onto my back, following me as we stretched out, our lips still smashed together.

Eventually, the game long forgotten, he nudged me onto my stomach. He had a major thing for my butt, and I just liked the feeling of his hands all over me. I arched my back, and he kneaded my butt, rubbed down my thighs with his thumbs between my legs, slid up to my hips and my waist, then back to my ass.

After a while, he hooked his fingers under my pants and pulled. I hesitated before lifting my hips. This was a bit more than we usually did, but we've slept--sleeping only--in the same bed, and I trusted him. He tossed my pants away and laid on top of me, his bulge settling on my ass.

We'd fooled around all the time; it would be fine. And it was nice to kiss and touch and feel how aroused he was. He rubbed his dick into my backside like he was fucking my butt cheeks, his hands running over my shoulders and arms. I flexed my ass and rocked with him, humming contentedly.

We laid like that for a few minutes, him gently humping and touching me while I enjoyed his attention. I was beginning to doze off when he shifted, raising his hips and wiggling before he settled back on me with a sigh. That was his bare cock resting on my ass. I tensed.

"Sorry, is this ok?" he mumbled. "It was really uncomfortable."

I shrugged. "Mmhm." I guess it was fine. He wasn't going to do anything, of course, and that thick, hard length of him felt nice and warm lodged between my cheeks. I wondered if he could tell how wet I was; I was probably soaking my panties.

He pressed his lips to the back of my neck and gently licked my spine. I shivered and relaxed. His fluttering kisses and warm breath danced over my skin, his hands caressing my sides. I moaned and arched into the tingling, almost ticklish sensations.

His hand squeezed my hip and wandered over my ass before dipping between my thighs. My legs opened and his fingers pressed against my drenched panties. "Ooh, yes, please..." Jeff could make me cum with his fingers, and I really needed it right now.

He continued peppering my back with soft kisses, his fingers slipping past my panties and gently stroking my wet folds. "You're so wet," he murmured.

"Mmm." I bit my lip and pushed into his fingers, my ass rubbing his bare cock. His fingers slowly taunted my entrance, circling and playing with my lips before he slid first one finger, then another inside me. His fingers curled as he gradually pumped them in and out of my slick flesh.

"Ah... more... faster..." I gasped. His fingers were replaced by his thumb so that he could reach my clit, swirling around it as he rubbed my inner walls.

I twisted and humped his fingers, encouraging him to apply pressure. He complied, stroking my clit while his thumb fucked me, absently rubbing his dick against my cheeks. My eyes squeezed closed, my pussy clamping on his thumb. "Ah, ah, yes..."

His pace quickened, circling and stroking and pressing, my juices squishing all over his hand. I whimpered and pressed hard against his fingers as the pleasure washed over me, my pussy pulsing around his thumb rammed as deep inside me as he could. When I stopped gripping at his digit, he stroked me gently a few more times and withdrew.

"Oh fuck, mmm," I moaned.

He groaned too, his cock rubbing between my cheeks, leaving a trail of precum on my backside. With a slight shift of his hips, his cock was between my legs, thrusting against my panty-covered pussy.

That thin barrier made me feel safe enough to roll my hips into him, rubbing up and down his shaft. He felt so hard and warm. I wondered what it would be like to feel him against my wetness, sliding back and forth on his thick cock.

He was probably thinking the same thing. His fingers slipped back under my panties and touched my clit, gently rubbing as he thrusted.

"Oh..." I moaned, humping his fingers and his cock. His cock felt better than his fingers. I bit my lip. "Jeff..."

He was breathing heavily into my hair. "Y-yeah?"

I hesitated. This was too much temptation; we should just stop. His fingers pressed on my clit and I shuddered. I was just going to feel him on me, that's all. I pushed my panties down, struggling for a few seconds until he caught on and grabbed them, practically yanked them off.

This was a very bad idea. I wrestled with that thought for about one second, then his cock settled between my legs, the length of his shaft pressing against my wet folds, his hands on my hips.

Oh fuck he felt good. So soft yet firm, so wide and warm. Ooh, my whole body tingled. Nothing else felt like this.

He groaned and rubbed his shaft on me, bathing his cock in my slick folds. "Oh fuck that feels good," he breathed.

"Mmhm," I agreed. I should probably tell him to stop before this got any further, but maybe just a few more seconds.

Then the tip of his cock pressed at my entrance. I froze. He felt so big. My body vibrated with the need to feel him inside me, to swallow his cock into my depths, and feel him stroke my insides like he had been stroking my opening.

He had gone just as still. I heard him swallow right before he pushed.

His cock gently parted my lips and, with barely any resistance, began to slide into me.

My mind finally caught up with the situation. "Jeff, no! Stop!" I yelped even as my inner walls clenched around him. I tried to pull away, but his hands held my hips firmly in place.

He grunted but stopped with his cock just past my entrance. It felt amazing, so warm and big and hard. My body wanted more.

"S-sorry," he mumbled but didn't move.

I didn't want him to. Or rather, I wanted him to move in both directions at once, part of my mind screaming for him to get out and the other begging for him to plunge all the way in. Instead, I lay there, frozen in indecision.

He pushed again.

"No! Jeff! Please stop!" Just the tip was one thing, but if he buried himself inside me, I wouldn't be a virgin anymore.

He groaned and pulled back out, just resting the tip at my entrance again. "Sorry! You feel so good, so warm and tight. Sorry..."

I relaxed, my heart beating too fast. But it was ok, this was fine. He wasn't even inside me, just touching me.

After a few seconds, he swirled the bulbous tip around my slick folds, glided between my lips to my clit and back again. I moaned. He had felt so amazing inside me. Maybe... maybe just the tip was fine. It wasn't really fucking.

When his rounded head settled at my opening, I pushed, just a little. That bulbous head slowly stretched my outer folds until the tip was lodged just inside my wet walls. It felt amazing. The first cock inside me. A little thrill of pleasure rushed through me. It was just the tip, it barely counted, but still so good. I shuddered.

I mumbled, "J-just the tip, ok? No more. Ok? That's it. It feels good..."

He'd gone very still, as though he was surprised I'd say anything like that. I should be surprised too. I think somewhere, some tiny part of me was panicking, but I couldn't hear it.

He swallowed again and nodded jerkily. "O-ok. You feel good too."

His voice was strained. The slight danger that he might get carried away sent a jolt of warmth to my pussy, and I clamped down on him. My thighs quivered trying not to push again, to capture just one more inch.

No sex. Just the tip. No sex. Oh my God, but my body wanted all of it.

He groaned and nudged at my wet flesh, slipping an inch of his hard shaft into me.

"Ah! No!" I squealed but didn't move. He was panting into my hair, his body tense. He didn't move either.

"Jeff, just the tip!" I panted and bit my lip. I couldn't make myself pull away, my pussy clenching around him.

"Oh. Um. Nnh." He stopped but didn't move.

We held ourselves there, lust rolling over both of us, waiting for something to give. He didn't wait long, shifting as he oh-so-slowly withdrew his cock back to my entrance, then gently forced my lips to swallow that round tip again, savouring every moment.

"Jeff..." God, it felt good but I couldn't let him fuck me.

He groaned and stopped again. I could hear his deep breaths, feel how tightly his fingers were digging into my hips as he tried to hold back.

"Y-you should stop now," I mumbled. My pussy was squeezing him. Oh wow, it felt nice and big, stretching me so beautifully. I wanted more, I wanted to be filled up.

I'm not sure if he heard me. He was probably busy fighting his urge to ram his cock all the way in and give me a good, hard fucking.

I shivered at how wonderful that sounded.

My pussy kept pulsing on his shaft, trying to hold him in no matter how much I should be pushing him out. He could probably feel me throbbing around him.

He pulled out again and I sighed as he held still with just the bulbous tip kissing my pussy lips. He stayed there and panted for a minute.

I couldn't help myself. His round knob felt so good sitting there between my parted folds, so tempting. I wiggled a little, felt that large head pop in again. Just the tip. Oooh. I squeezed it, imagining it sliding in further and further. Oh...

He tensed. I was too busy concentrating on how good his cock felt inside me to realize that his hands on my hips had shifted, that the bed had moved as he repositioned, and now he was ready to piston into me. He held still as long as he could.

"I'm just... gonna... put it in once. Just once," he panted.

My lust-filled brain took a second to register what he said. "What? No! Don't-- Ah!'

He yanked on my hips and thrust hard, burying himself to the hilt.

"Ow!" I cried out while my pussy contracted around him. "No, Jeff! Stop! Please! No! That's too much! Noooo!" I squirmed and tried to get away, but he was holding me down, his firm hands gripping my hips. I felt so full and painfully stretched, like he'd shoved his cock all the way into my stomach. He'd gone too fast, stabbed into me too quickly.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, oh my God, you're so tight and warm. Oh shit this feels so good." He groaned and held himself deep inside me.

I whimpered, but it was starting to feel better. My inner walls were adjusting around his shaft, my body making room for its first hard cock. It was starting to feel good, but he shouldn't be doing this. "Jeff, no, please stop. Please, ah..."

"Nngh, shit." He grunted and didn't move. "Just... give me a second. Oh fuck. Your pussy feels so good. Just let me... for a second. Unh." He pressed in a little more. Ohmygod, mmm.

But... "No... No, Jeff. You can't. Please just take it out," I begged, tears coming to my eyes. I wasn't a virgin anymore, he'd shoved his whole cock into me, not just the tip, not just an inch. All of it.

But it was an accident, he hadn't meant to. If he just stopped now, we wouldn't really be having sex. It would be fine. Mostly.

He groaned and slowly pulled out, leaving just the tip inside me again. I pushed at his hands and twisted my hips, trying to get him to let go of me. My squirming must have excited him.

He surged all the way into my hungry pussy again.

"No! Oh!" He was pushing my body into the bed, my tits smashed into the sheets.

"Fuck! I- I'm just gonna- just a little... unh, unh, unh." He couldn't hold back anymore. He was thrusting into me, short little pumps, grinding the base of his cock against my opening. "Oh fuck, you're so tight and hot, I can't- oh fuck, I can't stop, you feel too good." He shuddered, frantically taking his pleasure in my freshly broken-in pussy.

And it felt amazing. I moaned even while I tried to get away, kicking and shoving weakly at the bed. At some point, my struggles became no more than thrusting back at him, my back arching, my ass grinding into his pelvis as his cock impaled my warm tunnel.

He panted. "Shit, oh fuck, you're so wet, oh, oh, oh, uhnnnn."

I moaned at the exquisite new feeling of a cock ravaging my hole, but it was over too soon.

His whole body spasmed.

There was something... oh shit. He wasn't using a condom because he wasn't supposed to be fucking me, and of course, I wasn't on birth control, which meant... I panicked. "Pull out, Jeff! Pull out!"

"Ah! I can't! Fuck! I'm coming! Oh fuck oh fuck yes!!" He rammed his cock deep into my pussy and twitched as he spilled his seed against my cervix, his thrusts erratic and hard.

"No! No- Ohh..." I whimpered. I could feel his hot cum spraying my insides, giving my pussy its first load of virile sperm. My newly christened inner walls clenched around him, my body delighting at the feeling of being filled, claimed. Our mixed juices began to seep out as he continued to pump, his movements less frantic but no less mindless.

I sobbed quietly while he finished, my shoulders shaking, my body shivering. I think he finally registered my soft cries when he stopped moving inside me.

"Oh shit Kate, are you ok? Did I hurt you?" His grip loosened on my hips; I'd probably have bruises later, but that was the least of my worries.

I shook my head wildly, my breath coming in tight gasps. "You came inside me, Jeff! What if I get pregnant? Oh my God. No no no." I sobbed, tears streaming from my face as I curled away from him, his cock falling out of me and a stream of our mixed fluids flowing onto the bed.

He touched my shoulder and I turned into his arms, pulling him on top of me. I was so used to his comforting embrace, his weight made me feel a little better. He pressed my head into his shoulder. "I'm sorry... Shh, it's ok. It'll be ok."

I let him hold me as I cried, my whole body shaking. I wasn't a virgin anymore. I'd gone from being a virgin to being so thoroughly taken that I could still feel cum dripping from my wet, throbbing, needy pussy.

While he held me, I was unconsciously shifting my hips and my legs, lightly grinding against him. My pussy wasn't satisfied, it was still hoping for more. Somewhere in the back of my mind, it felt good to slide my slick folds against him.

I didn't even realise what I was doing, what I was grinding against until the tip of his cock slipped into me again. He was still hard. Then I noticed that Jeff had gone very still, except for his shallow, quick breaths over my head.

I froze. He pushed.

I'd calmed down enough by then that lust was once again becoming the overriding feeling in my mind. But not completely.

"Jeff--"

He pushed again. My toes curled at the glide of his cock inside me. He grunted. "Nnngh. Sorry... you- you're so warm..."

I moaned and my butt lifted to meet his thrust. He surged and bottomed out, his pelvis hitting my clit, his cock filling me. Pleasure rolled through my body. God, he felt good. The warmth of his chest, the strength of his arms encasing my shoulders, the beautiful heat where our bodies joined--I wanted more, just a little more pressure--

But... but, this was wrong. I shouldn't be having sex, I wasn't ready for a baby. Oh God.

"No... stop... Jeff..." I whimpered and put my hands on his waist but didn't try to get away. He hadn't been able to stop himself from fucking me before, and I... I didn't want him to now.

He began to drag his cock out of my pussy and I wasn't sure what I felt. I should be glad. My warm inner walls squeezed and didn't want to let go.

"Oh fuck," he mumbled. Then slammed his cock back inside me.

"Oh!" I forgot the first letter of that shout. I meant to say no. I think.

"Nnh... Unh... oh, you're so tight." He started thrusting long and slow, panting into my hair.

"Wait... Jeff... ah..." But I was meeting his rolling hips, taking more of his cock with every delicious pump, his shaft driving increasing pleasure through my body.

"It's ok... we've already... unh, fuck... I already came in you... just let me... nngh..."

That was true. I wasn't a virgin anymore and my pussy was full of his cum. It wouldn't make a difference now, and he felt so good. This was basically the same fuck still, and I hadn't come yet, so maybe...

I moaned. "O-ok... ah, ah, um... but... you have to pull out... ok? Don't... cum in me again... Oh, mmm..."

It was difficult to think around his shaft sliding in and out of me. I was a moaning puddle of incoherent lust, my thoughts scattered by the pleasure flooding my system. All I could focus on was the feeling of his cock sliding into my wet heat and slowly retreating all the way before impaling me over and over, again and again, and again.

He thrust one more time and held still, groaning, his body tense. I twisted against him before I realized that he must be holding back, trying not to cum. A whisper of panic crept into my mind.

"Jeff... pull out... please..."

"Nnnh. Y-yeah." He grunted, still buried inside me, his breathing heavy above my shoulder. "I can... I just need a minute."

My hips started rolling again, trying to find more pressure. That sensation of rising pleasure was overwhelming. If I just rubbed against him a little more...

He groaned and met my thrusts with short, quick pumps, grinding into my clit with every thrust. "Oh fuck," he breathed.

So close. My legs wrapped around his back and I rolled my hips, pulling him as deep inside me as I could. All I cared about was finding that edge, that peak, and falling over it.

"Please... oh... mmm..." I gasped. I wasn't sure what I was asking for any more.

"Oh! Unnngh! Uh, uh, uh, yes, fuck, you're so tight, nnh!" His cock pistoned into me and threw me over the edge. My pussy clamped, my legs squeezed, and jolts of pleasure shot through me as my warm inner walls grabbed and pulsed around his cock.

"Ooohhh..." So, so good.

My squeezing must have set him off. He groaned. "Unh, I'm- I can't- I'm gonna cum! Fuck, yes!"

Faint concern had me mumbling, "No... not inside me... ohhh," but my legs still held him close, and I could feel his cock swelling, his quick and steady pace now a mad, erratic stab deep into my core.

He shoved his head into my shoulder. "Fuck yes, oh yes, unh, unh, unh, unnnnh! Arghhh!"

His cock twitched and spurted another stream of hot cum deep in my no-longer-virgin pussy. The heat set off another little wave of pulsing pleasure as my tight flesh tried to milk every drop of spunk from his shaft. More, more, more, yes, yes, yes--

Oh shit. No no no.

"Jeff... oh God..."

"Uh, uh, unh... fuck..." He deposited the last of his seed and collapsed, his spent cock buried in my twitching warmth.

My legs fell to the bed but I kept rubbing against him, all over him. His weight felt so nice, my pussy so satisfied, I didn't want anything to change. The whisper of my worries was too quiet.

I groaned when he slipped out of me, staring at me, at the fluid pouring out between my legs. "Oh, shit," he breathed.

His horrified tone brought my own distress to the forefront. I squirmed and another drop of our fluid slipped onto the bed.

"Jeff..." I bit my lip.

He ran a hand through his hair. "It's ok, it'll be ok. I love you. It won't happen again, I swear."

I nodded weakly, wondering how fast I could get on birth control and do it all over again.