Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

One Little Moan: 7

That was when the first orgasm hit Taylor. "Oh fuckkkkk... Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." she swore, even though she hated

doing that, "I... you need to stop... I'm... I... Ohhhhhhh..." she stammered, before the sensations coming from her

body short circuited her poor abused mind. It was too much, and it had calmost from nowhere. One second

the raw pain of the experience had been keeping her from enjoying it properly, and then only a few seconds later

it was gone, and she was drowning only in the pleasure it left behind.

"That's right Taylor," Kevin encouraged her, "Cum on my dick. | always knew you could be a little slut with the

right encouragement. Who knew that all you needed was six inches and a minute or two to ride them."

She wanted to respond, to tell him how wrong he was. That this wasn't who she was and she wanted him to stop.

Instead all she could manage to do was moan "Nhh-Noooooo..." as he continued to fuck her in long deep strokes

that were as relentless and irresistible as the sensations they inspired in her.

"Of course since you never apologized properly I'm going to have to teach you a lesson and cream that pussy,

cunt." he growled.

"No, please.. Mmmmmm," she whimpered, "You can't... Y-you said ahhhh..." Kevin wasn't listening to a word she

was saying though. Instead he swept a few of the books on the desk onto the floor with a loud enough noise that

she was sure he was trying to wake Sara now before he pushed her back onto the desk so she was completely

vulnerable and exposed to him.

"| said if you apologized | might go easy on you," he corrected, starting to pant now, "But | think it would be a

shto give a slut like you a perfect first tand then skip the most important part, don't you? What was the

point of stretching this pretty little pussy out if | wasn't going to flood your womb with my hot cum, huh?"

"Nooo... Please..." she gasped, "I'mmmm sorry, I'm sorry..." She almost lost it again there. This tit was

almost as much from the idea of a man filling her with cum as it was from the sensation of him fucking her.

"Not. Good. Enough," he growled. She could feel his balls tighten. She could feel his strokes getting shorter and

faster. Even though she'd never had sex before, a thousand generations of evolution had conditioned her for

what was going to happen next. "Take it slut. Take my fucking cum," he roared, bottoming out inside her as he he

blew his load deep in her unprotected pussy.

Moments ago Taylor had managed to resist a minor orgasm at the idea of this man filling her with his semen, but

against the real thing, she stood no chance. She felt his cock jerk over and over again as it sprayed its load

straight into her womb, but it was the slowly spreading feeling of warmth that finally pushed her over the edge.

That warmth was dangerous. That was the feeling of his hungry sperm searching for her defenseless egg, and all

she could do was lay there as her womb began to spasm and suck in as much of that dangerous fluid as it could

to the place where she least wanted it to be. She should be fighting to stand up so she could get to a toilet and

let as much of that awful stuff drain out of her as possible, but instead she just lay there as echo after echo of

that pleasure traveled through her body, bathing her so deeply in bliss that just for this moment she didn't even

care that she might be pregnant.

"You know," Kevin said quietly once he stopped breathing so hard, "I didn't get her drunk tonight just so | could

fuck you instead, but I'm glad she got wasted. I'm glad | got to be your first fuck..." It wasn't quite the romance

that Taylor craved in this moment but she'd take it. She leaned forward on her elbows so she could stop his

awkward words with a kiss before he said something that really ruined the moment. They stayed like that for

only a few seconds, but in that tthe unspoken promise was clear. This was going to happen again - probably

more than once, and even though she was sure that she was sure that should horrify her, it just made the

butterflies in her belly flap a little faster at the idea. After the kiss ended there were a few words, and shy smiles,

but as soon as he got his clothes back on Kevin found an excuse to bounce. "We don't want to wake Sara," he

added before he left as quickly as he could manage. Then he was gone. Even that made Taylor smile as she sat

up and looked at the small puddle of semen slowly dripping out from between her thighs. Taylor looked at her

roommate then, and marveled how different she was in this freshly fucked state than she probablly would be

tommorow. At any other tshe would have already covered up her nearly naked body while she was panicking

about the risk she'd just taken that was cheating on his girlfriend while she was passed out in the sroom as

them.

"That's just all so exhausting though, don't you think Sara?" Taylor asked, mostly towards herself as she finally

stood up. "I can worry tomorrow. Tonight the only thing | need to do is take a shower so | don't smell like sex

when you finally get up."