Bred and Buttfucked update

Her nipples came up, stiff and swollen, for Ray to pinch between his fingers. He knew he was going to have some fun with this one. Even if he didn’t get to fuck her, he was going to make her come, and damn sure use her body as some kind of cocksleeve. But he felt in his bones that he was going to breed her.

Now that he’d felt her breast through the blouse, he tucked a hand inside the cleavage of the conservative garment, playing with the scorching skin under her top. Annie seemed to get hotter and hotter the more he touched her.

“Ray,” Annie trilled in a soft voice. “I’m a virgin.”

“I’ll fuck that right out of you,” he said.

He put his mouth over hers, muffling her with his tongue. As his hands squeezed into her breasts, Annie’s breath charged through her nostrils, faster and hotter all the time. Soon it would be impossible for her not to fuck. She’d play with herself if he didn’t penetrate her. And Annie was obviously far more comfortable being fucked, receiving it, than taking the initiative of fucking herself.

Annie put her arms around Ray; he felt certain she was now close enough to the brink to let him get at her pussy. He dropped his hand into her lap, squeezing one lean thigh, then moving his hand in a long caress to her other leg, knuckles brushing along her crotch.

Annie let out a series of moans as his hand swept across her flesh. Every little touch seemed to merit a sound. She seemed confused, hesitant, yet she couldn’t help but approve of how he felt her. When he slid his hand between her legs, to the heat of her cunt, she cried out in ecstatic endorsement.

“I’m fucking you with my fingers, Annie,” Ray said, just to drive it home, bring her to a point of breathless anticipation before he went through with the next step. “I’m feeling your cunt.”

“Oooh!” Annie groaned, clearly unable to fully concentrate on what he’d said with him tracing the roundness of her mound through her pants. He could feel its well-swollen shape waiting for him inside of her panties. “It’s not a… you can’t call it that!”

“Why not? It belongs to me.” Ray had no doubt that she was his now, to do as he liked. After all, whatever he did to her she seemed to enjoy.

Annie kept speaking while Ray pulled her to her feet. He barely allowed her to stand before pressing her down on top of the table, her long legs dangling off the bed. Now he could get to her body much more easily.

“I am a strong, confident woman and I am not allowing you to set a pattern that… t-that…”

Leaning over her, he slipped his hand into her jeans. Annie drew in her stomach to let him get to her panties, underneath them, his fingers creeping to her damp slit.

“Hhhnn!” Annie cooed, feeling him really caressing her pussy. “You still can’t—nnh!—call it that.”

“What should I call it?” Ray asked condescendingly, still fingering the lips of her sex. “This wet little hole I’m touching?”

It was a tight fit inside Annie’s skintight jeans. Ray’s big hand couldn’t quite reach her opening, but he was in no hurry. The more time he took, the more willing Annie got. And she was already so enthusiastic that her legs had split like a cheerleader’s.

Ray wouldn’t rush. He wanted to see how much of a whore he could make this girl. God, already she was exquisite…

“I-I-I-I-I don’t knnnooowww!” Annie moaned, all but giving up on speech when his middle finger tickled her clit. It made Annie thrash around like a livewire. Then her shut eyes popped open, staring at Ray like a woman possessed. “But you can’t call it the C-word.”

Ray was impressed. For a silly little girl, Annie had some nerve on her. Some real willpower. He wondered how she’d fuck once she set her mind on it.

“Okay. We’ll just call it a cock-holster. Just like you.”

Rendered speechless altogether, Annie simply squeaked. Her vocalization ululating as he continued fondling her. Her eyes bugged out, then crossed, none of Annie’s luscious body seeming to know what to do with what it was feeling.

Annie pulled her own hair into two pigtails, making her look even more sweetly girlish. Then, with a roar of arousal, she grabbed at his raging erection.

“You think you can fuck me, huh?” Annie hissed out, pummeling his manhood with strokes. It felt good—what Annie lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm. It wasn’t likely to make Ray come anytime soon, but her vigor was amusing as anything. “You think you can fuck the hell out of my pussy just because you have a great big c-cock? You think I’m just some n-naughty little slut you can… can fuck and fuck and FUCK, huh, do you, huh?”

Ray seemed to be all but ignoring her, focusing instead on unsnapping her pants and pulling down her zipper. Really, he was hanging on every word. As fuckable as Annie was, she was just so cute too.

He had enough experience to know the fuck he was about to give her would be a harrowing experience for her fragile, girlish mind—she was already having trouble processing it. Ray looked forward to holding her and comforting her after the deed was done. She’d probably have herself a good cry about her precious virginity. And then, after her tears had dried, she’d want him all over again. It was textbook.

Ray stood there, his erect cock looming over Annie, while she lay before him like an exquisitely prepared dish presented to him at a fine restaurant. She was pure beauty: her body taut and slender, but with supple, teardrop breasts that gave her chest a lovely prominence. He could only imagine how plump they would be after he bred her. And the innocence of her expression was all the more affecting in her tousled dishabille, her blouse pulled up slightly and her jeans opened. He could see her adorable navel and the waistband of her dainty panties.

But what made the sight a true spectacular was how Annie’s belly bowled, her hips twitching—she was spellbound by the wait for him to pull her pants off and further have his way with her.

Ray committed the sight to memory, but after that, he wanted the feel of her. He grabbed Annie’s jeans and pulled. Annie lifted her ass off the table to help him bring them down. They fit so snugly that Ray had to really tug to pry them down her body. Her panties tangled with the jeans, coming down with them before getting hung up on her nubile little hips. Half of her snatch was exposed while her pants were sliding down her legs.

Contemptuously, Ray threw her jeans over his shoulder. Then he grabbed her panties. Annie lifted her ass again, moaning, as flustered by her acquiescence as Ray was. Then Ray pulled and she was bottomless, naked from the waist down.

He looked at her bare cunt. The hair was neatly shaven, trimmed into a fine triangle, but of course she wasn’t waxed. That wouldn’t be in keeping with her innocence, no matter how high-maintenance she was about it.

The fine layer of hair did suit her though. Despite her girlishness, she was all woman, and her pubic thatch attested to that as unadorned skin never could. Yes, it was a cock holster alright, one he was absolutely going to use. Nothing else would do, now that they’d come this far. He couldn’t leave Annie with any doubt as to what her body was for.

“Take your blouse off,” Ray said, hitching his thumbs in his belt as if to say he wouldn’t be assisting her any further—the rest of her despoilment she’d have to do herself.

He didn’t bother to strip any more than he already had. Annie would have to earn being skin to skin with him. He knew fucking this way—the man dressed while the woman was totally bare—made most chicks feel like a prostitute. That suited him fine.

He’d make Annie want to be more than that, drive her to submit further and further to him until she was both more and less than just a casual fuck. His lover, his cock holster, and his breeding stock.

As stunned as she was by the turn her life had taken and the pleasure it gave her, Annie’s mind was razor sharp. It ran through the calculus of obeying Ray and decided it was worth it. Reluctantly but obligingly, she took her pumping hand off his cock.

Annie pulled her blouse over her head and then flattened her back to the table, lying down beneath Ray like a sacrificial victim on an altar. Those splendid breasts fell to the sides of her chest, but only by the barest degree. They were soft and pendulous, but far too perky for so small a thing as gravity to truly get to them. Her nipples were bright pink, standing erect on the snowy softness of her bosom. It made Ray’s mouth water.

Eventually, he’d have to fuck those amazing tits. Right now, it wouldn’t give Annie too much pleasure, but eventually, she’d orgasm purely from pleasing him. A titfuck then would be a reward for both of them.

He lay down next to Annie, on his side, his cock towering over her slender waist. They kissed, Ray sampling the succulence of her breasts again. And Annie felt just as drawn to his stiff member. When her hand connected with his erection, both of them drew in a sharp breath.

Ray gave her tits a hearty squeeze and then ran his hand down to her groin. With her jeans and panties off, Ray could touch her however he liked. For now, he simply rested the pad of his index finger between her outer lips. Annie’s thighs trembled open, spreading her labia for him. Her juices welled up, soaking his fingertip, and Ray could’ve sworn he felt her slit sucking at his finger.

“It’s just so big. It’s just really, really BIG,” Annie mumbled, handling his cock as gently as she would a live explosive. Now that her anger had died down, diminished by the enjoyment of his touch, she was once more intimidated by the sheer size of what she was touching. And yet her fingers kept running along his length and gripping his knob. Her touch was almost playful while she endlessly explored his endowment. “How am I gonna take that cock, huh? How am I gonna take that big, big DICK?”

She was going to, Ray knew. There was no other way, much as she might try to talk herself out of it, jerk her consciousness furtively back to the state of innocence she’d been in when she wasn’t compelled by such uncontrollable lust.

He wouldn’t let her do that. He’d make her go without an orgasm, not get off unless she spread for him, which she would absolutely do. Her own clumsy fumbling at her groin couldn’t possibly satisfy her after what she’d already felt. It’d be a worse torment than anything he could inflict with a measly riding crop or leather belt.

“It’s BIG!” Annie reiterated, as awestruck as ever—though maybe now she’d moved on to being impressed by her own passionate reaction. Ray was sure she’d never thought she could feel this way. “I’m not even that tall—I’d be like a candy wrapper around that thing!”

And yet despite her unconvincing doubts, Annie was getting hotter by the second, devouring his lips and tongue with each kiss. He’d actually never been tongued so wantonly. Although unrefined, Annie’s enthusiasm was second to none.

He kept feeling at her sex with his fingers, but he didn’t penetrate her. If she wanted to feel more of him, it would have to be his cock impaling her. Breeding her. Making her his.