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I don’t have the time or the mental power to probe the question further.
Using that all-controlling grip on the back of my neck, he pushes me down on hands and knees in the blue grass. I don’t know what his intention is until something thick and hard and impossibly male finds my sex.
I take in a shocked gasp of air. That is his cock. His manhood is pressed against me, the thick head of him sliding up and down the wet slit of my pussy. I have felt a similar sensation when playing with my little toy, but that is nothing compared to the thick heat of a real male. I don’t know whether to push back or pull away. It doesn’t matter. I can’t move. He has me pinned in place. He is running the head of his cock up and down the length of my sex, making me feel the heat and hardness right at the very core of me.
I should be telling him to stop. I should be telling him that this is not allowed. That I am strictly prohibited from engaging in sexual activity. But not a single word so much as escapes my lips. I hold my breath. I wait to see what he will do. I am held on the brink of utterly illicit contact. I haven’t asked for this. I can’t stop this. And he’s going to take me.
A low rumble from behind heralds the pushing. My outer lips part, my body giving way to the organ that had been separated from my species for thousands of years, but is still nearly perfect for me—except, perhaps, for the girth of it.
He is huge. I can’t see his cock, but I can feel how big it is. The tip quickly flares to a broad rod.
“Bad. Girl.”
That was speech. There is no doubting it. And not just any speech. That was Common English. Shocked, I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. A squeal escapes me as he pushes forward in one firm stroke and the virginity that I had so carefully preserved all this time is gone in an instant. His cock sears inside me, spreading my inner walls, making my flesh part and wrap around him.
No vibrating toy prepared me for this broad, rough, brutal intrusion. I don’t think I can take him. He’s too big. He’s too rough. Maybe if this was slower I would have a chance, but he is not interested in my comfort. He is punishing me for my attack still, his cock now doing to my pussy what his palm did to my bottom—punishing it thoroughly and vigorously.
I scream in fright as I feel him pushing further and further in, not knowing how far his big meaty rod might go inside me. I don’t know how much I can take. I don’t know how much he has to give. I don’t know anything, except for the fact that I am impaled on him and there is no way off this planet, or this dick.
His big hand leaves my neck, smooths down my back and goes to my bottom. He rubs my aching cheeks and slides his hand back up to my neck in what feels like a calming caress. A soft purring rumble comes from behind me, accompanying the rubbing that continues up and down my spine, gentling me as my pussy adjusts to the thickness of his cock, deep inside me, his skin on my skin, his flesh inside my flesh.
This is the most intimate thing I have ever experienced, and it is coming at the hands and body of a beast. Part of me doesn’t believe that it is happening at all.
Another part of me—a shameful, uncivilized, dangerous part—is reveling in this treatment. It feels good to be invaded. It feels right to be held down, this great beast of a man behind me, holding me in place as he ravages me one stroke at a time, going deeper and deeper until I am sure I cannot take it anymore, and then finding a deeper place still.
The sounds I am making are more like an animal than a person. I sound as guttural and animalistic as the others did. His grunts and growls mix with mine as he holds my hips still and pounds into me.
I am shocked. I am stunned. I am writhing around, my bare breasts rubbing against the soft blue grass as my body is jolted time and time again with savage thrusts that make no allowance for my recently lost virginity. He does not care that I was pure, he does not care if I wanted it or not. He only cares about being inside me, taking that which males have taken for all time.
This is the most brutally natural thing that has ever happened to me. It fascinates me as much as it frightens me, not just his wild actions, but my physical and emotional responses to them. I should be terrified. I should be scandalized. I should be begging for mercy. But my hips are rising and I am giving myself to him. I am pushing back, taking that thick plunging rod, letting him ravage me with an eagerness that defies sense.
