It's A Sin: 6
Ivy didn't answer, but he could see the submission in her eyes when she looked up at him again. She couldn't
quite bring herself to say yes but she'd stopped fighting and screaming no. That was all he needed as he started
applying more and more pressure with his dick until the head finally popped inside of her. It was a jarring, painful
sensation that felt wrong on so many levels, but in this terrible haze it was so hard to tell pain and pleasure
apart. At least that was true until his dick ran up against her cherry for the first time. That gave her such an
electric jolt of agony that he had to cover her mouth when she tried to scream.
"Calm down princess - it will feel better soon." he reassured her as he tried harder to force himself inside her.
The second try didn't work though, and by the the got to the third try she almost blacked out from the pain.
It was on his fourth thrust that he ripped open her virgin pussy. After that he kept invading her purity - claiming
her an inch at a tuntil he was finally all the way inside her. It was hardly the agony she'd felt when he ripped
her open, but nothing about this felt good. She felt unclean. She felt used. That was when he started fucking her
for real, without even giving her a chance to adjust to his size.
"You know between cumming and swhore's mouth before the party and the sixpack | had while you were
taking a nap I'll bet | can fuck your little lezzie cunt for at least half an hour, Ivy." Brian bragged as he started to
pump in and out of her in earnest. It sounded like a nightmare to Ivy, but she really didn't have much of a say at
this point. "That should give you plenty of tto figure out how to cum on a real dick."
She just bit her lip and tried to endure as he began pistoning in and out of her. She just knew that if she started
trying to talk to him that she'd just end up crying, so instead she shut her eyes tight as her body was rocked by
his pounding relentless thrusts.
It was the pain that disappeared first. She might have passed out - she wasn't sure, but one thrust the raw gritty
pain of Brian's cock going in and out of her was replaced by the slick warm feeling she supposed she was meant
to enjoy. Had she just been too dry to enjoy what he was doing to her, she wondered? Did she just need to invest
in lube? That was a much kinder fate than confirming that she was only attracted to women. It didn't stop there
though. The longer he fucked her - the more she started enjoying the feelings that he inspired inside with her. It
wasn't until he bit her nipple that she actually moaned out loud though. "Mmmmmmhhh," she moaned, blushing
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthard in shame. "There's the slut | was looking for," Brian growled in her ear, "I knew if | fucked you hard enough
I'd find her somewhere. Tellslut - do you like what I'm doing to you?"
"A little," she lied, though she couldn't tell if she was lying by saying that she did like it or lying by saying she
didn't like it very much. Her mind was rapidly becoming a hall of mirrors, and every ther lover gave her a
little jolt of pleasure, the maze reoriented. It made it impossible for her to put together any complex thoughts or
meaningful resistance as Brian kept using her body for his pleasure. It wasn't unlike the tshe'd tried getting
high with a couple of her friends after school.
The less well she could think the better being fucked started to feel though. Soon the pleasure was coming
rapidly, and the hall of mirrors was quickly becoming a kaleidoscope of constantly rotating mirrors and shapes.
Every thrust becboth an instant and an eternity and she was lost in them. The hot slick friction of this man
sliding in and out of her body had already been the worst experience of her life, but it was quickly becoming the
best. She couldn't help it. She couldn't resist it. She could barely endure it. This was a hell of her own making
and she burned with the pleasure that was building up inside her.
"Fuck," she cried out finally. "You have to stop. Something's wrong. Mmaahhh... Something's..." Ivy had never
masturbated. She'd been taught that it was a sin, and that it was unhealthy. If masturbation felt a tenth as good
as what was happening to her right now though, she understood why everyone did it. Her body was burning but
her mind was unraveling, and then finally the fragments of her mind caught fire, and burst into flame. She was
annihilated by the sudden burst of pleasure. The hall of mirrors. The kaleidoscope. The ability to think. All of it
was gone. It went up in an instant, and like a stray firework it was all so beautiful for a moment, then it was gone
forever.
She was eventually brought back to her body only by the steady rhythm of the man thrusting in and out of her
battered pussy. The pain had returned, and brought her to life one raw jolt at a time. The pleasure was there too
now. She was sore, but she also needed more. The fire he'd lit hadn't gone out entirely and she could tell that the
smoldering coals would burst into flames all over again if they were given any fuel at all.
"There you are," Brian gloated before kissing her. "I thought that | might have killed you. You passed out for more
than a minute there."
"If I passed out then why didn't you stop?" She answered. Things were a little more clear now. Words existed,
even if they were still hazy.
"Stop? And let this prpiece of pussy get cold?" he said. "Ivy - I'm never going to stop using this hole -
especially not when I'm getting so close."
She blushed at the awful compliment. She shouldn't take joy at someone like Brian complimenting her for the
way her body felt, but she couldn't help it. She knew that he'd fucked loads of other girls so if he said her vagina
felt good then he would be the one to know. Between the embarrassment of the complement and the continued
pleasure assaulting her, she almost missed the second half of that statement. Close? So he was getting close to
cumming too? That was nice - at least it was until in a sudden bout of terror Ivy remembered he wasn't wearing
a condom.
"Wait Brian, you can't..." she suddenly pleaded. When he had started fucking her the last thing she'd worried
about was protection. She was so worried about losing her virginity and the idea that she might really be
attracted to women that it hadn't made the cut, and when the agony hit her she'd forgotten about even those
important issues. Now it was coming back though. Now she remembered the other important reason why she
wanted to wait until marriage to have sex. She could get pregnant. Even now he was leaking precum inside her
while he got closer and closer to blowing his load. Every this balls slapped against her ass it was another
reminder that any second now he could be filling her up and forcing his baby inside her ripe young body.
"I can't, what?" he asked, breaking the conversation she'd momentarily gotten lost inside her head in. "Can't
cum inside you? Can't fill you up with my seed? | thought that's what the church was all about. | thought they
hated birth control." Even as he teased her, she could feel his strokes getting shorter and more erratic. She could
feel his control starting to slip. Maybe it was the idea of breeding her. Maybe it turned him on.
"We don't have to use birth control..." she moaned, "Just pull out... pleassseeee..." If the idea of knocking her up
turned him on though, he wasn't the only one. The danger and the fear had reignited the lingering heat of her
previous orgasm and was burning again, deep inside her poor abused womb. She didn't want this, but her body
certainly did.
"Pull out?" Brian asked, inches from her face while he smiled sadistically. "Isn't there something in the bible
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmabout that? How it is better to cum in the belly of a whore than to spill your seed?"
"Yes, but--" Ivy started. She couldn't handle it. This asshole was using her faith against her like this. The conflict
it stirred in her foggy mind made it all feel even better as she tried and failed to unravel it. It was a sin to pull
out, but it was a sin to have sex in the first place and if they...
"Well tonight you're the whore and the bible says I've got to fill you with my seed." That was when he bottomed
out inside her and the shaft of his dick started to throb while his balls tightened and contracted. Her alcohol-
addled brain took a moment to process those things though, so it was only when she felt the warmth spreading
deep inside her that she finally realized he'd cum in her. That he was cumming in her actually, because it kept
going and going. For twenty seconds he shot jet after jet of dangerous cum against her unprotected womb, but
she was cumming so hard halfway through that she never even felt the rest. Blowing his load hadn't disgusted
her enough to put out her rekindled passion, but it had terrified her enough to turn her into a bonfire. She
thrashed and moaned again, but this tBrian didn't cover her mouth. This the let her moan so loudly that
half the people at the party must have heard her cum like a whore. The mortification she felt only made it all
that much hotter as she burned beneath him though. She hated that this happened, but she also never wanted it
to end.
A minute later he peeled himself off of her sticky body and pulled his softening dick out of her painfully battered
pussy. The alcohol washed blunted raw pain she felt, but it only amplified the shas his cum started to slowly
ooze out of her stretched out hole. She was ruined now. She--
"Con. We should get your hot little ass hbefore it gets too late," Brian said. For once Ivy was grateful
that he'd said something awful. Her mind was in a very dark place and if left to her own devices she'd drift into a
downward spiral she might not be able to escape from.
She tried to comply with his request, but was still having trouble moving. "I only had one beer," she said in
frustration as he finally had to help her put her clothes back where they belong.
"Only one beer?" Brian laughed. "Cherry punch is basically pure alcohol."
She leaned on him and said, "I didn't taste it though," as they made their way to the bedroom door.