The House on Charlevoix Street He growled in his throat, his own impatience now matching hers. He rolled over and in a second was between her knees and she felt his stiff, hot prick searching for her. She spread her legs even wider and moved her own hips searching for him as well. All thoughts of shame and modesty were gone, as if they'd never existed. She needed his cock inside her, needed his body lying on top of hers, thrusting into her, pushing his way into her. She sobbed and arched her back when the head of his cock suddenly found her. Like a common whore she threw one leg around him and tried to pull him into her, beside herself with need. He found her hands, lifted them above her head and held them hard against the bed and she looked up to see his eyes glowing down at her. She held his gaze with her own as she felt him sink into her, opening her for the first time, taking her, fucking her. She winced and cried out as he pierced her barrier, tearing her and thrusting it aside. There was a moment of pain, a brief stab of heat that separated before from after, and then he pushed into her. She moaned, afraid to move, and she felt her virginal blood begin to seep out around him, staining him forever with her mark. She sobbed once, not knowing whether it was in fear or desire, and then her own animal instincts asserted themselves and she lifted herself still trembling on to his ravaging cock. He'd assumed he would just take her and finish quickly and be done with it, but as he lie on top of her with his cock sunk in her belly, she began to move, tentatively at first, but then with growing enthusiasm, her hips rising up to meet and enclose him. Now it was his turn to groan, and the sound of his voice thrilled her and gave her a delicious sense of power, knowing that he found pleasure in her as well. Her pride returned, and she decided that she might not have any say in her deflowering at this man's hands, but that she would do everything she could to make damned sure that he remembered her and remembered this night. Sexual pleasure seemed to be a language she understood instinctively; she'd only been waiting for a chance to speak it. She could not keep still, her body would not let her. Although she herself might be confused and frightened, her body knew exactly what it wanted and she was not afraid to give her body its lead and trust to her instincts. In any case, she seemed powerless to keep still or control the lewd rolling of her hips or the stream of sighs and moans that spilled from her parted lips. He grabbed her wrists and lifted her hands over her head, pressing them down into the bed and leaving her body defenseless. He stared down at her beautiful face, innocent yet suffused with lust. Holding her like that brought her breasts into prominence, and as he began to move against her, her stiff nipples brushed his chest, increasing his lust that much more. "My God!" he moaned down at her, "Where did you learn to fuck like this? I've never had anyone like you!" His words made her blush and she turned her head to the side and bit her lip to hide her smile of shame and pride, but the shame was nothing compared to the wild sexual heat that burned through her body. Yes, it hurt. He was the first man she'd ever had, and he stretched her cruelly, filled her completely, but the pain was nothing compared to the deep fulfilling pleasure she felt, a pleasure she responded to with every fiber of her being. The Doctor couldn't resist her any longer. She was too good, too thrilling. The way her hips moved was too deliciously obscene, too insistent. She was a virgin yet she moved beneath him as if it were her destiny to fuck and be fucked. She did it naturally, expertly, and exquisitely, moaning and gasping with pleasure as she stirred him around inside her tight sheath, wanting to feel him everywhere, wanting his big cock to find a home in her body. She drew him into her with her woman's strength, and she conquered him with her total surrender. He began to move on top of her, drawing his hips back and thrusting into her, driving her ass down into the mattress and taking complete control of her. Despite her inexperience, Abigail knew she was in the presence of a master, and she opened her legs wide and let him have his way with her, content now to just lie back and feel what it was like to be fucked by a man. His hands on her wrists excited her terribly. It was as if he were forcing her to do this, as if she had no choice, no say in what he did to her, and she was free to just experience his lust and desire. He bent down and captured a nipple between his lips, lashed at it with his tongue and she felt a new thrill join the others in the pit of her stomach. She wanted him to suck her breasts, to squeeze and bite them, to take her roughly, with all the force of his need for her. She would take anything he wanted o do to her. She would take it all gladly. He began to fuck her with deep, sure strokes, his cock entering her and then retreating, entering her again, to the very hilt, pumping himself relentlessly into her soft body. The strength in his arms and his loins was terrifying as he fucked her. He was like an animal, a machine, undeniable and implacable. She opened herself to him, she had no choice. She wanted more, always more. He started beating into her fast, pummeling her cunt with his cock, and Abigail felt the thrill of what he was doing radiating throughout her body. She managed to lift her head far enough off the pillow to look down between her jouncing breasts and see his big, thick shaft spearing into her, pink with her virginal blood, spreading her little pussy apart, stretching her, filling her again and again. "Oh God!" she moaned as she felt sheet lightening flicker through her body. She had never expected it to be like this. She had heard that it could be good, that some women even enjoyed it, but she never expected that she would be one of them. Those were bad woman, whores and white trash. A proper lady might endure her wifely duty, but never enjoy it. It was too animalistic, to crude and obscene. But she couldn't deny the pleasure that surged through her now. There was no denying this exquisite mix of joy and pain he was causing her as his hard cock pistoned in and out of her body. There was no denying this new feeling, this sensation of a giant wall of sensation gathering over her head, like a giant, dark, tidal wave about to crash down on her and carry her off to she knew not where. The wave gathered, She felt herself lifted up into it. She felt him hammering away at her pussy then felt him freeze, go rigid inside her, every muscles in his body flexed rock hard. She heard him groan, heard him call her name. His big hands closed on the cheeks of her ass and pulled her against him hard. Abigail gasped, threw her head back and surrendered to the tidal wave of sensation, felt it come crashing down on top of her just as she felt his deep-buried cock throb savagely, shooting his essence into her in great burning gouts of molten semen. That was the last thing she noticed before she screamed and fell into her own shattering orgasm. She had never known, never imagined. From far away she felt every twitch of his prick as he flooded her with his come. Far away and yet she felt as though she were right there, watching the come erupt from his prick and into her thirsting body, filling her with it. She rode that wave with a feeling of triumph and fulfillment like she had never known before, felt her animal soul join to something divine and angelic, felt the raw currents of life pulse through her body. She strained up for it, as if she were rising to a great bright light, and then she fell, shattering into a million pieces of pure physical pleasure too intense to be borne. The next thing she was aware of was lying there sobbing as he held her close, his hands stroking her hair and wiping the tears of joy from her cheeks. She ached, she hurt, she felt wonderful as she never had before in her life. She put her arms around him and squeezed him with trembling arms, squeezed him like she would never let him go. She didn't know what had happened to her; had no idea. But she would not let go of this man until she found out.