Opal Andrews - The chamber of pleasures

He peeled them apart.

I lay still, sighing, while he opened and examined me.

There was no semblance of protest or resistance left in me as he slid one finger along the pliant lips, barely spreading the narrow pink line between them. I lay soft and sated and conquered, submissively cowed, while he took his time in his examination of my most intimate parts. It was as though he owned them… and as if, after the incredible pleasure he'd brought to my body, it was very willing to cede ownership to him!

He teased me, stroking the pulsing slash while I choked back my unwonted sobs of outraged shame… and tried to conceal my moans of pleasure! I was, after all, a naked, captive, conquered… virgin!

But I was broken, utterly cowed and unresisting. Resigned and… ready.

My eyes flickered to the hugeness of the cruel erection that he intended to drive into me, to burn, me into a pile of wispy gray ash. I shivered. My thighs tightened in fearful anticipation.

Removing his ardent finger from the softness of those scalloped pink lips, he laid his hand flat on my up-thrusting mound. The warm pressure wrenched a moan from deep in my guts.

"Open wider," he ordered, and watched the flare of my nostrils as helpless tears of frustration flooded my eyes. Sudden, swift rape were better than this slow building, giving me time to think and to be nervous and ashamed… and he well knew it. I obeyed. My thighs parted still more, making an obscene display of the deeply pink blossom of my unexplored nook. He gazed down at it as my movement exposed more openly my vulva's padded seam. The sight of it, the thought of its hot interior, brought a responsive jerk from the long thick menace that throbbed up from the curly bush of his thighs.

His fingers slid over the delicate lips, parting them lightly, moistly, to display the wet pink silk and satin, just inside. I chewed my lip, shivering out a fearful little aaaammmmmu-u-u-ummmmmmmmmm, while he examined the raw inner lips of my tight virginal channel.

He eased a finger into the fluttery vestibule, and flame rekindled in me. I groaned, hating the teasingly narrow little cleft of my body for wetly and lovingly enfolding his finger. He pushed and I grunted and shuddered as though struck with a blast of cold air. I felt the pressure. His probing finger had found and nudged the delicate tissue-barrier that had so long protected my warm, damp, secret inner depths.

"This," he said, prodding it with his stiffened finger so that I jerked and groaned pitifully, "was placed here for one reason, Tory: for me to destroy. For me to ram, and pierce, and tear through, into your tight little cunt. It's been waiting for me, me, all these years."

"Ummmm… uh… unnnnnghhh… p-p-pl-e-e-ease…" I twisted my head to one side, conquered and trembling. I knew the sudden terrible, unassuagable fear of being ripped asunder by the unwonted invasion of my naked and open and defenseless body.

Unwonted? Unwanted?

Kneeling between my well-parted thighs, he eased forward. His anticipation hardened shaft of hard, hot flesh bobbed before him.

"Look," he said, and I fearfully obeyed. My eyes widened and my fingers clutched convulsively. It looked so HUGE! The last moment had come, and I stared at an organ of male sexuality that surely most women, maidenly or not, would find difficult to swallow and encompass within their soft bodies. And mine was an unentered body!

"This," he said, "goes into you. Way up into you."

I tried to calm myself, knowing that he was working very hard to frighten me, that he was enjoying my tense fear. Setting the dark, swollen knob of it against the puffy lips, he smiled at me… and fell forward! I groaned, jerking convulsively. His organ jerked, too, forward. Hurling aside the tender folds, it buried itself between the juicy lobes of my vagina. Both of us felt it thump against the taut-stretched inner barrier, and my face contorted as I tensed and stared wide-eyed at him.

My mouth emitted a final trembling, protesting plea.

Then I was silent. I was defeated. I was no fighter. I was a woman. I already knew that I was a sensuous one. They had proven that to me. My conquest and my shame and humiliation were accomplished. I had been proven to be other than what I had always thought and pretended. I was already defenseless; already my soft protective outer lips were breached and thrust aside, framing a throbbing great knob of hot flesh. Already it was pressed against the tissue-thin emblem of my girlhood. I was now waiting only to be perforated and pained, used, ravished, and then discarded as the whim took him, my conqueror.

I thought: a woman? No! Still a girl! That little piece of skin kept me a girl. And he was enjoying this teasing of me, pushing at my maidenhead making it stretch, deliberately giving me flashing smarting pains and heightening my fear. Soft, fluted lips enfolded him like a glove lined with silk, but he was still, intent on raising my fear and pain still more by keeping the crown of his cock tight-pressed against that inner curtain.

"It's time I was a woman," I thought, and I was suddenly very proud of my strength in that resolve. I sucked up a deep breath and clenched my teeth. I planted my elbows and forearms and palms flat against the bed. Then…

I rammed myself forward onto his cock!

My maidenhead resisted for only a moment, in lancing pain.

"Yah! O-o-o-o-ow-w-w-w-ww… ah!"

It ripped asunder! My scream wavered in the room. My wide, pain-filled eyes returned his astonished gaze. I had taken my own maidenhead! I had impaled myself! Now I lay gasping, with most of the feverishly-inflamed length of his fatal foe of virginity buried within my bleeding, unused pussy. Extreme heat and constriction assailed his imbedded organ and made it jerk within me.

I was a little surprised to feel it there, knowing that I had opened and spread and been spread until my mossy little nest completely surrounded the head and most of the shaft of his throbbing cock!

I had done it myself, and I was proud.

But that did not stop me from knowing simultaneous pain and nausea. I felt the hot slipperiness. I knew I was bleeding! Suddenly he jerked it out, slapping his hands onto the yielding mounds of my breasts and shoving, thrusting himself back. Again: PAIN!

"Ah… aaarrrggghhhhh! Ah… uh… ah… ah… ahhhrrr…"

Now he came lancing back, and out again, thrusting and ramming, shoving and agitating his prick in my uncharted channel, working to probe and plumb and widen it, forever.

Frenziedly, as it gripped him tightly, he fucked my virgin cleft. He shaved and withdrew his cock, streaking it in and out.

His hard prick smeared with scarlet, he shoved again to bury it to its hairy hilt within me. He hunched and groaned with the absolute overwhelming delight of not only deflowering a virgin, but of having teased her into doing it herself. His male ego rose and stormed and thundered over me. He drove hard, perversely enjoying the shallow tightness and yet thrusting hard and jerking his hips, to widen the straitened passage as he sought the very bottom of my belly. He watched the contortions of my face with an obvious delight, gouging and boring into my never-probed vaginal sheath.

Tears trembled in my eyes. The mounded white halves of my chest heaved and shook like jelly. My loins and my buttocks under me quivered beneath his burrowing strokes. His head came forward and down to my nipples, licking and sucking at those firm fountains of milky desire. He nibbled and licked, burrowing and burrowing inside me.

Pleasure rose to begin to blend with my pain. Pleasure equaled the pain. His cock was way inside me and I could feel it pushing deeper and deeper into the softness, into my belly. Pleasure flared higher than the pain! I was panting. I shuddered and moaned helplessly, feeling all my inner emotions and thoughts and feelings change.