1. Unwanted attention - Chapter 7


    Date: 11/2/2016, Categories: Diary, Authoritarian, Blackmail, Coercion, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Male/Teen Female, Non-consensual sex, Reluctance, Teen, Written by women, Young, Author: young_Jasmine, Rating: 86.7, Source: sexstories.com

    way to the knuckle. A sigh escaped my lips, followed by a gasp when the second finger made its way in. This time it hurt a bit but I stayed in position. “I still can’t believe how tight you are Jasmine. In fact it is just a rumor that if you have more sexual encounters you become looser… As a doctor I can assure you that this is just not true. Like any other muscle, your vaginal walls extend but also contract back to the original size…” “But even though it is hard to get even one finger in there, when it comes to getting wet, you are the best I have ever encountered. The speed at which you get wet, the viscosity and volume of your juices are just perfect. I guess it make sense that your body would try to make up for the tightness in order to facilitate a penetration.” He then pulled his fingers out and helped me back up. Then asked me to lay on the couch, on my back. I did, and started getting nervous. He took his shirt off and stepped out of his shoes, then moved toward the couch and knelled at my legs. He then spread them and pushed my knees apart. I just looked at him as my pussy was exposed to his eyes, moist and puffy lips. He moved his hips forward and positioned his cock at my entrance. He started rubbing his mushroom tip over and between my wet pussy lips until it was coated with my juices, and then he started slowly pushing it in me. I just closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The last time I had a penis in there it hurt tremendously, and I had not forgotten it. ...
    He pushed a bit more in, and then stopped… “Oh God, you’re so tight Jasmine, it’s not my intention to hurt you but there is no way that won’t happen. Sorry…..” And with that I felt more pressure and his tip slipped in slowly between my swollen folds. I just held my breath, and he started pushing in and pulling out a bit, each time going in more until he was about half way through. The pain was moving up through my body, and the face I was making must have been priceless as he couldn’t take his eyes off me while he forced his fat prick into my tight little cunny which was now being stretched and trying to stretch even more to accommodate the new intruder. He started up a rhythm on in and out, having pushed almost all of his length into me now. His hips were rubbing on my silky inner thighs and he was holding me around the waist, not going too fast, but increasing the rhythm slightly with each thrust. As I was getting more and more lubricated it started hurting less, but I still hated it just as much. How could I not hate being penetrated by a perverted older man, more than twice my age who is blackmailing me with photos and stories of my own abuse? As these thoughts were flying through my head, he started increasing his penetrations and making them deeper. This was pushing my body up and down more, making my heavy breasts sway back and forth; the movement of both our bodies was also pushing the air out of my lungs louder than normal and that made us sound like we were actually ...
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