Erotica Anthology #3

Reluctant III.

#12

Reluctant III.

A girl has a crush on her senior camper, drinking too much and ends up being taken advantage off by her own crush (anal/oral rape).

Carisa remembers getting so excited for the camp party. The invitation is strictly camp counselors only, and she can not help but to anticipate in participating on it. This will her the teenage girl’s first ever work party that she is given the opportunity to attend. The fifteen girls old can not help but to squeal and giggle out of excitement as she dresses herself in front of her full-length mirror. The girl has just stepped out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel around her. She heads to her bed, where she has laid out her previously prepared outfit for the night. Carisa has decided to go for a paler shade of pink in her attempt to appear slightly more mature. The outfit is a one piece dress. She drops her tower in order to start putting on her clothes, begin with putting on her bra and panties, sliding them slowly as she hums, her ass and t**s shaking to the rhythm, the tender young flesh juggling freely as she eventually covers herself.

She has been working in this summer camp since last year, but back then she was too much of a novice to get invited to parties like this. But now that she has been recently promoted as a camp counselor, she can finally starting attending to one. She still remembers clearly the moment when she was announced to be deemed promoted, with John, her senior and a fellow camp counselor, came to handle her the new badge of honor, placing it on top the fabric that neatly wrap her right breast tightly. Just recalling the moment makes her heart beats faster. The girl has been having this silly crush on the guy for a while now, and she can not wait for tonight. Carisa can finally learn the roots towards adulthood and how to have some fun.

This party is celebrated towards the end of summer, when the counselors are no longer busy and preoccupied with work. This is celebrated as an entertainment after long hard days of non-stop work. The harder they work, the harder they must party. Or so goes the saying. There is no doubt that these people will not hold back, going all out and wild. The kids are about her age, mostly from the same high school. Though most of the already existing counselors are in senior years, so she does not know how to think about that. She does not know everyone yet, a few of those she oftens encounter out of work requirement. The girl can not wait to be introduced to the rest of the higher ups. Though she looks forward more to spending some time with John and getting to know him better. How knows, maybe she might even get lucky and able to ask him for a dance or two.

Putting the flirty pale pink dress on, Carina checks herself out in the mirror for one last time before Carisa remembers getting so excited for the camp party. The invitation is strictly camp counselors only, and she can not help but to anticipate in participating on it. This will her the teenage girl’s first ever work party that she is given the opportunity to attend. The fifteen girls old can not help but to squeal and giggle out of excitement as she dresses herself in front of her full-length mirror. The girl has just stepped out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel around her. She heads to her bed, where she has laid out her previously prepared outfit for the night. Carisa has decided to go for a paler shade of pink in her attempt to appear slightly more mature. The outfit is a one piece dress. She drops her tower in order to start putting on her clothes, begin with putting on her bra and panties, sliding them slowly as she hums, her ass and t**s shaking to the rhythm, the tender young flesh juggling freely as she eventually covers herself.

She has been working in this summer camp since last year, but back then she was too much heading out for the night.

. . . . .

Music blares through the speakers as fire burn the wood logs in the campfire. Carisa arrives early, glancing around to find familiar faces out of nervousness. She grabs a drink to calm her nerves, tasting out a sip. When she discovers that she enjoys the taste, she takes huge gulps, chucking the entire thing out. Her throat pops as she swallows, the act unmissed by certain pair of eyes.

It is only an hour later (or what feels like it) when more people starts to flood in. Carisa eventually spots a couple of girls who belong to the same group as her. They chat for a couple of minutes out of pleasantries, trying to catch up with one another. They had the opportunities to go back home for a while after camp sessions. The girls admit to be fairly impressed by her accomplishments. One does not get promoted as fast as Carisa did.

Once the party gets more crowded, Carisa mingle with the other groups. The more nervous she becomes, the more drinks she pours in. She spots John a few minutes back, but too shy to say, “Hi”. Carisa becomes even more discouraged when other senior girls start approaching him. So she turns herself to the beer table. Other acquaintances greet her, but they do nothing more than having small, awkward chats and short exchanges.

Drinks after drinks, it does not take long before the girl eventually gets super drunk. She would have collapsed to the floor, if it is not thanks to a strong pair of hands who catch her just in the nick of time before completely falling on the ground. Carisa briefly looks up, gazing into that familiar pair of dark eyes. She smiles lopsidedly, too contented that her wish has just comes true.

She must be dreaming, her drunk brain tells her. Yes, that is the only explainable reason. She has been wanting to approach him the entire time, but she is feeling too inferior to have the confidence to do that. But who knows that he would just come to her, just when she is in trouble for almost embarrassing herself by tripping down. Carisa’s smile widen when she rises her hand to touch the side of his face, trying to make sure that he is real. Yes, he is in fact real. In her dream, anyway. The texture of his skin feels smooth underneath her palm, and Carisa leans in to plan a kiss on the same spot.

“Thanks for catching me, handsome,” she leans in to his ear, feeling bolder in her dream. She completely forgets that this is actually happening in real world, but she is too drunk to tell the difference.

He stares at her with widened eyes, his entire body goes rigid as if in the verge of becoming something, before trying to collect himself. He coughs several times until he is sure he can speak properly.

“No problem,” he replies bashfully.

Carisa tries to use her strength to stand, but almost trips on her own legs once again. Luckily, John is already there to catch her, and she lands onto his hard chest this time. “Oops,” she sticks out her tongue with a guilty look. “I’m so clumsy.”

She barely hears his mutter, “Minx,” or something along the line. She is too busy feeling him up with her hands, which somehow has landed on his chest in a desperate attempt to catch herself. The shirt he is wearing is tight, emphasizing his crafted muscles. Carisa swallows the throat she does not realize is dry. Her eyes roam across his body hungrily, before looking up.

She is meet with the same intense pair of eyes. He is gazing at her as intensely as she is. She follows his line of sight, catching him staring down the top of her dress, watching as her boobs are squeezed tightly against his chest, the top half of them almost spilling out from her sulty dress. Carisa thanks herself to deciding to put on this piece tonight. She has been planning to wear it to catch his attention. The material is tight-fitting, allowing her to show off ever curves on her body. For a fifteen year old, she has quite a sizable breast and packaging some round ass.

He inhales sharply fast, letting her know that he is affected. Something hard and solid is pressed against her midsection, and Carisa dares to guess what it is.

“Come on, let’s dance,” she says instead. Even in her dream, she is not that bold enough to act on her libido, even though Carisa’s instinct is telling her to palm him, right there in the open.

Carisa pulls him to the dance floor, and John follows clumsily. It only takes him a couple of seconds to get the jist and takes the lead, pulling her flush against him, his arms around her back and waist. She looks up at him heatedly, and his eyes speak volumes of the same feeling.

The girl is clearly drunk. John is torn between acting on his own lust and doing the right thing. Carisa is obviously giving him all the green signs, but he just does not know what to do with himself.

Before he can come up with his own conclusion, Carisa decides to make it easier for him. By passing out.

. . . . .

They stumble into his house, Carisa still heavily drunk in his arms. He knows that he should have been driving her to her house, but he just can not let himself miss out such a good opportunity. He wants her to stay with him longer, so he decides to get her to his home instead.

Carisa had been pretty tame along the ride, only mutter a couple of words he can barely understand.

She lies against him (more like slumping really), mumbling incoherent thoughts. John faintly catches on her words, too preoccupied trying to carry her inside. “More drink, please,” she utters in her sleep, followed by an, “I’m not full enough,” earning a chuckle from him. It seems like the little girl thinks she’s still in the party.

The girl is adorable, even when she is asleep. That is one of the reasons why he likes her. Carisa is kind and gentle, and she has this certain innocent aura surrounding her. It also helps (or doesn’t, at times) that she has a great body. John swears, his c**k always jolt whenever she calls out to him. And lately, thanks to his enhanced sense of smell of her, his body can immediately tell when she is nearby, or has just left the room, and his pants immediately becomes tightened.

When this happens, he will have a hard time (pun intended) trying to hide his unexpected erection. Damn it! He is not a clueless pre-teen anymore, but he is still being controlled by his own hormones. Having her so close against him is making all kinds of things to his body, and he is already in the verge of his self-restrain right now. Maybe it is not such a good idea to get her over here, after all. But the decision has been made, and it is already too late to drive out right now, somewhere around past midnight.

John carries her up the stairs towards his room. It is a good thing that his parents are away this summer, already having a plan for their own vacation. They should be back sometime around next week. He carries her pass the hallway and pushes the door to his bedroom, about to drop her to his bed when she stirs in his hold.

Carisa wakes up from her state of drunkenness. The last thing she remembers is dancing with John. Her body remembers, and she unconsciously starts shaking her ass, trying to move to the beat she can only listen.

John happens to be holding her body against his front, the sudden movement causing her ass to grind against his c**k. His body reacts in return to her almost immediately, and he curses as he tries to walk with a hard on.

His c**k is training in his pants, so hard that he has to put her down before he loses control and drop her to the floor none so gently.

Halfway towards his couch, Carisa presses her backside against him to tightly that he can feel the outline of her bubbles through his rigid c**k.

From that contact, something snaps within him.

“f**k!” he curses, and he means it. His c**k goes rigid in his pants in a way that he can not hold himself any longer. Flashes of images cross his sight, implying for John to bury himself into her, his length going all the way up around her tight canal while she grips him so intensely, he will—

His hands quickly fumbles around the buckles, before dropping his pants to his ankles. He went commando today, so he is not wearing any underwear underneath. His c**k springs free, already rigid with veins pulsation at every inch.

Carisa is still too drunk to realize that the boy she is supposed to trust already has his c**k out, eager to f**k her raw whether she is willing or not. She still thinks that they are on the dance floor of her dream, so she continues moving her body, shaking her backside. Her assets jiggle ever so slightly, driving the older boy over the edge even more than he already is.

John is no longer in control of his own doing now. It is his libido that acts upon itself. He grabs her by the waist roughly, forcing her to pull back. Her ass is back flush against the front of his waist, his c**k thrusted onto her back of her dress, finding home in between the curve of her ass in an instant. His body likes what he finds, and he groans huskily in respond.

He moves his hips a few more in urgent jerky shoves, thrusting his length in between her ass. More curses fling out of his mouth, and he is lost in desire. Her buttocks are like meat cushions, and they jiggle at the rhythm of his thrust.

Carisa moans in return, not really expecting such a delicious friction against her ass, but welcome it anyway. She is too tipsy to realize what exactly is going on, just simply move her ass to meet the thrusting.

John groans heavily, his c**k stirring against her butt. Unable to hold himself, he grabs the edge of he dress and starts pulling it up, revealing her bare ass trapped in her white little panties. The girl does not seem to notice it just yet (not that he cares at this point). He lifts the material all the way up, until he manages to pull it over her chest and shoulders. With a swift motion, the dress lands on the carpet next to them. John quickly strips off his shirt, needing to feel the contact of her untouched skin against his. The rest of their clothes join in on the floor as he pulls her towards him so that her bare back is leaning against his taut pecs.

He rests his head against her small slender shoulder, eyes staring down darkly at those pair of t**s trapped inside the restrains of her brassiere, the padding too thin for something her size that he can practically see her pink n*****s peaking out. The position of her bra is also slightly ratcheted, thanks to him previously rushing to it.

John cups her with his palms, which are almost one and a half size bigger than her small ones. He starts massaging her t**s, and Carisa sighs against him. Her breathing becomes raging, until she starts hitching, struggling to breathe, her chest feeling too heavy. All of a sudden, her breasts become too aching. She needs something to be done. Her skin does not feel comfortable anymore. It bothers her so much that the friction of her brassiere feels practically painful.

“Please,” she breathes heavily. She needs something, but she does not know what to ask.

John’s lips come to her ear, hushing her to calm herself. He keeps palming her breasts mercilessly though, testing the limits of her control.

“John, please. It hurts,” she mewls wantonly.

The sound of his name coming from her soft pink lips is delectable. Heat travels to his abodement, and straight down to his c**k. Pre-c*m starts forming on the head as a result.

Suddenly, his huge palms squeezes her t**s hard until she lets out a scream. The tips of his fingers dig into each of her boob, clasping down with so much strength until his knuckles turn white. Her scream continues. He does not stop until he is satisfied. When he releases her, the creamy white skin of her nips are covered with prominent red marks, proof of his possession. These t**s are his. And soon enough, so does the rest of her. He will claim every spot of her one by one, making them all his. Making her his.

His fingers expertly unhook her bra, finally releasing her t**s. The young tender flesh pops out from the restrain, and that is when he is able to see the full extent of his palm marks on her. Carisa makes out a soft cry, but he hushes her down tenderly. He palms her once more, covering her t**s almost entirely. He lifts them up so the flesh bubble on the top, and his c**k tightens excitedly. The screaming and the sight — they are driving him crazy. That is when he finally realizes that his breathing has turned as ragged as hers.

John teases her t**s one last time, fingering her t**s. Carisa whimpers and arches her backside against him, causing her ass to frame his length even more thoroughly. That does it, and John immediately lifts his hands off her chest and works his way down, fingers hooking around the bands of her panties, before yanking it down.

Cold air expose her lower half, and Carisa shivers in place. The way the texture of her panties is being pulled down from her waist, while his knuckles trace the side of her skin makes another wave of goosebumps to erupt.

Midway pulling her underwear, Carisa tries to move away from him.

“No, stop. This is too much,” she says, but he wraps an arm around her tiny waist, pulling her back onto his chest.

“Stay still,” he orders her.

“No. I can’t. I’m not ready,” she says again, but John is having none of it.

Her brain is too woozy, but Carise tries to wiggle her way off of him. The action only causes her ass to rub against her c**k harder, and John hisses in pain and carnality. When she finally realizes what she is doing, it is already too late. She can feel something hot tickling at the end of her tailbone, dripping into her crack, seeping deeper until it rubs against the opening of her back entrance. Carisa shivers and her rosebud clenches in reflex.

Having her bare ass rubbing on his c**k drives him wild. He inhales deeply, the urge to breathe hard turns monstrous. Unable to contain himself, he grabs each side of her panties, before ripping the cotton material off with his own two bare hands. He pushes her down over the bed and Carisa lets out a yelp of surprise from the hasty impact, air knocked out of her lungs.

John grabs at her waist, lifting her up and forcing her into a bending position, before grabbing each firm lump of her asscheeks, parting them until he can see the pinkness of her asshole. Carisa has no time to react as his c**k traces pre-c*m at the rim of her exposed asshole, before pain suddenly overwhelms her from the ass.

He shoves his c**k into her small tight ass without much of a warning, submerging himself with carnal pleasure and exquisite tightness.

Carisa is everything he has ever imagined her to be. Her hole is as small as her petite figure, wrapping around the head of his d**k painfully tight. The girl underneath him cries out, begging for him to stop. But her pleas only urges him to push on, her walls clenching and gripping around him even tighter as waves of cries vibrates through the air.

Her back canal is too dry for him to enter fluidly. Good thing his c**k is already soaking with pre-c*m. The way her muscles clamp around him only further makes him lose control of his load and slowly shooting out more c*m into Carisa’s insides. He uses that to further push his length in, moving his hips to collide against her, his pelvis inching against her bubble like ass as he does so.

Carisa sobs in confusion, not able to gasp her mind around what is happening to her body. Her feels a stinging pain around her rear end, before it intensify into a much larger scale. Carisa begs for the older boy to release her, but he just strengthens his hold on her, pulling her waist into him with a tight, marking grip. He refuses to let her escape, and she feels something hard and rigid separating the inside walls of her ass, penetrating her with strength and size she has never been been through before.

The girl lets out another whimper of cry when he starts thrusting the foreign object even further into her tight ass. He is simply too huge for her body.

Carisa tries to escape from his hold, wiggling herself away from him. The action causes John’s c**k to be pulled out from the warm cavern of her ass. He simply watches as she goes, before halting her just before his tip can escape from her ass. With two strong hands, he grabs hold of her tiny waist and pulls her back towards him with a rapid movement, watching as her ass engulf his erection back in slow motion.

Another cry raptures from her throat, echoing throughout the room and vibrating ringingly into his ears. John can not believe that he is finally f*****g this fifteen year old. Carisa is beyond attractive and tight, as he has been fantasizing about her ever since he laid his eyes on her when the junior joined in the summer camp almost a year ago. He has been wanting to approach her, but don’t want to come as a creep, especially when she looks way younger than she actually is, thanks to her youthful and innocent features. He is way too much of a brute, and he did not even knew if she would reciprocate his feelings.

“Please . . . It hurts!” she weeps in her drunken state. She tries to get away again, pulling away from his d**k, but he simply drags her ass right back to him once more, causing her ass to be hammered against his pelvis. She fits around him just too perfectly, there is no way he will let her go. He knows better than to do this, especially when she is clearly not ready, but he can deal with the consequences some other days. Right now, he only wants her. Needs her.

They continue like that for a while, tugging back and forth as if the girl has no idea what exactly she is doing. “Carisa,” he groans her name huskily when he can not hold himself any longer. The delicious friction of her inner walls moving around his girth is torturously heavenly, building him up slowly and sending him into a burning frenzy.

Her body is so small, so fragile, so tight fitting against his larger one. He can just envelop himself around her and never let her go as he continues to pump in and out of her tight cunt. All he can see is her petite yet tender and curvaceous body, her fair pale skin. Those small pink lips — the same shade as her n*****s and lower lips. He likes the sight of her labia swallowing his length every time he pushes in and out of her. Having her so close against him like this, touching at every intimate parts of themselves, is really doing all kinds of things to him. f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k! his mind urges him.

When he is done playing chase with her, he abruptly lifts her up, toppling her back to his naked chest while he supports her weight entirely, her legs lifted so way up that she can not touch the ground anymore. His hands hold her by her knee pits, exposing Carisa’s cunt to the cold air while his huge c**k pumps in and out of her ass brutally hard, his balls slapping against her back entrance and her ass grazing into his pelvis in audible slaps. Her tight ring muscles still continue to slide around his length torturously as he pulls himself in and out of her ass. He continues filling up the curves of her asshole, glans and length girthing against her walls, pushing all the way in until he hits the end of her canal, while already planting himself balls deep into her.

John continues pounding his c**k into her ass, the speed increasing the long he f***s her, moving in incredible speed until he reaching so close to his release.

John is not the only one that is affected by the penetration. Carisa clenches her inner muscles hard around him. It does not take long before her body finally adjust itself to his size, though having him moving to hard and fast into her is still resurfacing painful jolts through her sensory. She can feel herself getting wet, heat pulling into her stomach. What starts out as pain gradually turns to pleasure, though she still has no idea what exactly the boy is doing to her body. She is still a virgin. She fairly knows what happens in the bed when a man and a woman is coupling, but she never heard anything about penetration from the ass before. What is the purpose of this again? The drunk girl fails to understand the concept.

With her juice dripping from her cunt and trailing down into his inner thighs, it only drives the boy crazier. He starts hammering into her insides hard, thrusting ever so vigorously until that is all he can think of, until his muscles hurt yet he still does not care, until his c**k starts to spilling more pre-c*m to the point that it’s no longer small amounts of beads leaking from his glans anymore, until he—

Loads of c*m shots into her insides, jets of warm liquid spreading around all over until Carisa almost cries (out of horror or pleasure, she does not know). The feel of his creamy hot semen inside her does it to her body, and her inner muscles clamp down so hard around his still cumming d**k until she wets herself. Tears of humiliation dribble down her small pretty face as warm liquid continues to trail down her hole and into the floor, the sound of water jeezing down to the ground almost entirely muted by the carpet.

Cum after c*m, but his c**k still keeps shooting out loads into her tight back passage. Carisa cries for this to end, not being able to handle the utter humiliation any longer. He cums so much into her, filling her up with his hot succulent, to the point that the white thick liquid start flooding out from her asshole, soaking the carpet on top of her own excess.

By the time he is finally done with her, he drops her to his bed none so gently, causing her to collapse into the surface like a sack of potatoes, him unable to support her weight anymore, too worn out to keep this up. He spares Carisa a glance, her used to be tiny pink rosebud has now turned a gaping hole, a permanent reminder of his actions towards her. John decides that he enjoys what he sees, so he lowers himself down next to her, pulling her body so that she lies against him. The poor things is so exhausted that she falls asleep almost instantly. John moves his hips, tucking his c**k into her ass right back, this time sliding in with ease. With his c**k flushed into her insides, he closes his eyes as well.

. . . . .

Carisa wakes up with a killer headache. She helplessly rubs on her pounding head as she tries to get a grasp of what has happened to her. She remembers faintly about heading to the summer camp exclusive party, and then ends up spending most of her time there drinking cheap beer. She can still taste it in her mouth, along with her faul morning breathe. Carisa tries to ignore the smell, before setting her eyes to take in her surrounding.

The ceiling it not familiar to her, is the first thing Carisa realizes. She shifts her gaze to look around, but the layout still does not register to her. How did she end up in here? Carisa tries to move her body, only to find out that she can’t. Something heavy is placed around her waist and chest, and she looks down to find a tan large muscled arm going across her pale stomach, its palm taking a reside on one of the top of her very naked breasts, clenching around the tender flesh in a tight grip.

Her body tenses instantly, headache abruptly forgotten while her inner muscles clenches in reflex out of fear, only to make her hiss in pain from the extreme soreness that is finally catching up to her from her ass.

What is this? Something large and hard is lodged into her butthole. Carisa tries to move around to investigate what is going on, dread filled up on her face. Cold sweat breaks out as she tries to brave herself to face her current predicament. Was she . . . raped? That is the first frightening thought that comes across her mind.

Carisa tries to wiggle herself free from the hold. As she moves, she noticed that a coat of sweat covers her entire body, along with something else gathering in between her thighs. She can feel the firm texture of his muscles as her back brush against his, and the boy groans in his sleep. She can not see much of who is behind her, only able to catch a glimpse of a face. But she knows that face everywhere. John, her long time crush. She is in bed with her crush. John! She can’t believe this. All of a sudden, flashes of memories from last night invade her vision. Her dreams has came true.

She was dancing with him, even though she was crazy drunk and she kept tripping all over the place. He was always there to catch her, and the girl sillily smiles in content.

Then she briefly recalled how the environment changed. She was in his car, the girl believes. And then he brought her to a place she did not know, before he started touching her all over. She remembers the way he whispers his lips into her ears, touching her in places she had imagined he would run his hands over. Then he started trailing lower, lowered until he found her . . . .

Oh gosh! Did they did it? Had it happened? Oh my! Carisa starts to panic.

What is she going to tell her parents. They must have been disappointed in her. Gosh! Her parents. Judging from the bright sky outside the window, she didn’t come home last night. Gosh! They must have worried sick. Her phone. Where’s her phone? She needs to call them quick.

Back to the present, John’s body is still lying on top of her, caging her while is c**k is still lodged inside her ass. Carisa tries to find her phone, but the weight on top of her prevents her from moving away much. John’s arm lies around her waist heavily, keeping her under.

In John’s slumber, scenes of their previous night’s endeavour is still flashing across his mind rapidly, causing him to grow hard again while still inside her. He remembers taking her by the ass and f*****g the girl raw. f**k! He had been wanting to do that since forever, and last night, he finally did it.

The boy still is not sure whether he dreamt the whole thing or not, because it was too good to be true. Carisa was a catch in the school, but John had laid his claim, making sure the other dogs stayed away. Though even after he did that, he was still pussyfooting around the idea of bedding her. She might be gorgeous with a fuckable body, and he knew his large body would fit perfectly around her tiny one, but he was not sure that she would be as accepting about the things he has been thinking of doing to her. Somethings even brutally and terrible things. He wants to use her in every ways possible, stretching her limbs out as he fills her up again and again.

Whenever the chance to talk to her arose, he always ended up failing. Of course, he just had to recall all of those things he thought off doing to her body, which ends up causing him to have to avoid her without showing the obvious signs what the thought of her has done to the arousing tent in his pants. Still, that does not mean he can not keep on fantasizing about her delectable, c**k sucking hole. Oh, f**k yeah, he starts imagining her hole in his head, already wrapping around his c**k ever so tightly as he usually fantasize it.

When John starts rocking back and forth into her, Carisa yelps in surprise, not being able to take this kind of advances. What is happening? Why is his . . . thing inside her ass? How did it come to this? Did she . . . somehow agreed to this?

But the thought itself is strange. How can he be . . . making love to her from the back? This is too weird. Even when she can feel the full extend of his length inside her tight hole, she still can not brush past the oddness, before panic slowly sinks in.

No! This can’t be! This is not supposed to happen. How can he puts it in her . . . in her . . . in her asshole? That is not a place where anyone’s supposed to touch! Carisa feels an overwhelming humiliation creeping to her cheeks. God! This is so wrong!

“No . . . No! Don’t you dare move!” she screams out in desperation, but the sleeping form simply ignores pleas.

John f***s her in the ass, hips moving with instinct so raw, he manages to stretch out another firm muscles inside her, filling her up continuously with his full girth without even realizing it. In his mind, he is still dreaming about last night. He thinks that this is all just happening in his head, when in truth his c**k is f*****g her roughly in real life. John continues on pumping her ass, not giving a regard to what is happening to the girl he likes, expanding her asshole until the veins on his length starts contracting around her.

Carisa tries to escape from his touch, but he is everywhere, his body mass compressing her down underneath him. She is trapped in between the bed and his taut chest. John is way too heavy for her to push alone, and he has her by the ass. It stings every time he makes that friction deep within her. Carisa has never been touched like this before, and she bites down her lips to keep down the muffled cries.

“No, please stop this. It hurts, John!” she says again pleadingly, but he is too deep in his sleep to notice what exactly he is doing to her body.

She can feel him buried so deep inside her, grazing against places she never thought had existed before. The tip of him connects with something fathomless inside her back passage, while his girth stretches out her muscles from outside to inside, intensifying the hurting she is bearing. John alternates in between deep-seated inside her butt to pulling out until just the tip of him is inside her, before repeating the movement. Again. And again.

Carisa attempts to move away from him, crawling underneath him. She wiggles her body around even though it hurts in certain places, especially where the two of them connected. John groans and mumbles something while his eyes are still closed. He manages to drive himself even much deeper inside her ass, brushing all the delicious and sore places within. His hand slides down her breast, allowing his arm to fall under her waist. Carisa manages to pull away and crawls a few steps further, before his arms tightens against her cunt, which his hand happens to be at the same level with. She cries out even louder then, unable to hold it in when he inserts three digits into her right away.

The action manages to stop Carisa from any attempts to get away anymore. Eventually, she learns that if she tries to relax herself against him, the friction of his c**k against her inner walls will not be as harshfull, and so does the pumping fingers inside her v****a. Carisa hates blood, and she does not want him to accidentally tear something inside her while being not careful.

As Carisa lies still under John, she lets him use her as she pleases. This is better than the alternative, she tells herself.

Now that the girl can stay still, John’s c**k pump even harder into her. His hips move much faster, much more erratic as he tries to find his release. The angles are random, only based on body reflex.

Her canal feels hot. She starts feeling herself growing wetter down below as a bodily response. Carisa tries to contain herself, but her juices just keep on overflowing, soaking his thick fingers as he pumps her in and out in an altering rhythm from his . . . c**k. Blushing madly, the girl does it realize it when she starts moaning and mewling from pleasure, singing out praises to the boy.

John is so close to cumming. When he knows that he can not take it anymore, he pushes himself all the way in, the friction brushing harshly against his sensitive skin, before halting into a stillness. Her sweet, delicious muscles clamps hard in his mind, and it outright undoes him right there and then. Carisa tastes so good, smells so good, feels so good, he just can not help himself.

He cums hard into her once again, and the action eventually wakes him up from sleep. His c*m is still spilling right into her back entrance when he blinks his eyes open, the thick creamy semen flowing out so heavily it stains both of their inner thighs, before trailing down to the bed sheets underneath them.

John freezes in place and looks down. Carisa, bare as the day she was born, with his c**k still buried inside her ass while his fingers in her virgin p***y, both ends soaking from their previous contributions mixed together heavily. She is panting, breathless, and that is when he realizes that it was not just in his head. It really happened, and he has just f****d her hard in the ass yet again.

“Holy s**t! It’s real!” he exclaims surprised, before abruptly pulling out.

Carisa moans out loud when the thickness within her is suddenly ripped out. Her stretched hole is aching, sore from all the things he did to her.

John retrieves his hand, body kneeling on the bed, separating himself from her. He stares down at the sweet juice blended with her c*m covering his hand, and he is suddenly hit by this urge to taste it.

And so he does, bringing his head down and sticking his tongue out to lick his palm. She tastes heavenly, and he draws a sharp intake of breath.

Carisa watches him closely as he licks off her juices from his fingers one by one, moving ever so slowly that the mere sight of it arouses her so much. Before the girl knows it, more wetness starts to flow out from her cunt.

The action is not missed from his intense gaze, of course, and he offers her own taste back to her. Carisa only hesitates a little bit, before complying.

His c**k comes to life at the sight of her sucking his fingers. He is ready to f**k her again, but this time, he is going to claim another whole of hers.

Carisa might be protesting a little, the younger girl being not ready for such a permanent decision. But John has his own ways to make things happen, and the thought of taking her forcibly sure does arouse him deeply. Licking his lips, he leans down, positioning himself in between her legs, pressing the rigid head into her p***y lips.