J Watson: The virgin_s naughty lessons

"Little bitch," he said. "You're going to learn all there is to know about cocks and fucking. You're going to learn everything. We're going to teach you how to be a real cunt!"

Kevin pulled his cock out of her. He hadn't left it in her pussy long enough. She could feel her wet cunt aching for more. She felt his hot cock back against her wet groove.

"Tell me what you are," Kevin demanded.

"I don't understand," she said.

"I want you to tell me what you are," Kevin said. "I want you to call yourself names. Admit that you're a cunt. I want you to think of yourself as a dirty cunt!"

She didn't want to do that. It was just another humiliation. But she needed his hot dick in her pussy. She needed it badly enough to do anything he asked. She looked at Mike for some sign of mercy. There was only amusement on his face. She made up her mind, but she was too late. She felt his hand jerking her hair. He pulled it back until she thought her head was going to snap.

"Talk to me, cunt," he said.

"All right," she sobbed. "I'll do what you want. Don't hurt me anymore. I'm a cunt. I'm a fucking cunt. I was made for hard cock. Please put your hot dick in my cunt!"

"Now you're being smart," Kevin said.

She gasped as Kevin rammed his throbbing tool back into her snatch. She closed her pussy lips on the throbbing length of cock. She could feel sweet spasms of desire shaking her body. It hadn't taken her long to learn to love the raw, animal pleasure of a hard dick.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me hard!"

"Give the little bitch what she wants," Mike told his brother.

Kevin kept laughing as he began to brutally fuck her cunt. He had one hand on the back of her head and he kept her pressed against the table. His huge dick was thrusting deeper inside her each time he rammed her.

"Ram her good," Mike said. "Really give it to her. Fuck the cunt!"

Kevin released her head but it was only to reach around her body. Her tits were lifted off the table by his cupping hands. He squeezed them brutally as he drove his hard dick into her. She could hear the sounds of his breathing and the heavy slapping of his balls. She thought that she was made for fucking. She had discovered the sweetest pleasure a woman could know. It didn't matter that they had forced it on her. The only thing that mattered was his big cock.

"Oh, baby," she cried. "I love it. Keep giving it to me like that. I love your cock!"

In her position his stiff cock rubbed her clitty each time he pulled back. The sensation of his cock nabbing her aching little bud was more than she could stand. She felt the first intense explosions her body.

"I'm coming," she cried. "Coming. It feels good. Oh thank you, Kevin! Thank you for your cock! It feels good! Oh Kevinnnnn!"

She gripped his throbbing dick with her pussy walls as her juices flooded him. Wet with her juice, his prickhead seemed to slide even deeper into her. She could feel his knob in her cunt.

"Now really give it to her, Kevin," Mike said. "Pound the bitch's ass. Pound her!"

Kevin was willing. He seemed to be trying to drive ha through the table. His rhythm got faster he bent over her. She could feel him breathing against her car. She could feel the hot swelling of his knob and she knew she was about to come again. She remembered the sticky feeling she'd had before and she found herself hungry for it again.

"OK," she moaned. "Do it to me!"

"Give her a shower, Kevin," Mike suggested.

She didn't know what he meant. She was surprised when she felt Kevin pulling his dick out of her aching pussy. She knew he hadn't come yet. She felt him pulling her off the table.

"Get on your knees, cunt," Kevin said.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Don't ask questions, Goddamn it," Kevin said. He slapped her face and she bit back tears. "Just get on your Goddamn knees."

She didn't question him anymore. She fell down on her knees in front of him. She was really scared. She knew she'd heard about women doing all sorts of things for men. She even knew of women who talked about putting cocks in their mouths. Susan didn't want to do that. She knew she would get sick.

Kevin moved over her. His cock brushed against her cheek. She expected him to press it against her lips and she knew she was going to gag. Instead, he reached down and got a handful of her waist length blonde hair. She could see him wrapping his prick in a few strands of her silky, fine hair.

"Play with my balls," Kevin said. "Finger them."

Quickly she slid her hand up under his heavy balls. She began to caress them as Kevin moved his cock in and out of her silky hair. She could feel her hair growing wet from his lubricating fluid. She breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wasn't going to come in her mouth.

"I'm going to give your head a shower," Kevin laughed. "A cum-shower. We're going to baptize you, cunt!"

She heard him groan and she made the mistake of looking up. She felt a sticky drop of jism on her cheek. She turned her head quickly. She felt his thrusts getting violent.

"I'm showering you, cunt!" he screamed. "I'm giving you a fuck-shower! You… cunt!"

His hips jerked wildly as he shot his thick wad into Susan's blonde hair. He groaned again and she could feel sticky rivers running down the sides of her face. She had never felt so degraded, and yet she had never felt like so much of a woman. These two men had used her roughly and made her feel more feminine than she'd ever felt.

And they weren't done using her. She knew that. She also knew, that she wouldn't escape or try to call her mother. Not until they were finished with her and they kicked her out!

She found herself hoping it wouldn't be for a long time yet.

Susan awakened early the next morning. She couldn't find her clothes. Instead, there was a black waitress outfit over the back of one of the chairs. It was a skimpy thing. The skirt barely covered her creamy thighs. The top barely contained her big tits. She was given black hose and high heels. It made her look like a whore. It also made her feel deliciously wicked.

They made her fix breakfast for them. She moved around the table, serving them. She didn't protest when either of them absently fondled her lush body. She let them pull her down into their laps and kiss her on her hungry lips.

"You're learning, bitch," Kevin said. "You're really learning. It's a damn shame we have to go to work."

"Do you have to leave?" Susan asked.

She thought about what she was saying. Her mother had probably alerted the police that she was missing. People were probably searching for her. She should feel ashamed of herself. Yet, she knew she didn't want to leave. She had never felt so much like a woman.

"We have to make a living," Mike said. "But we'll be back. And you'll be here waiting on us."

"I'll be here," Susan promised.

Susan walked them to the front door. Mike gave her a casual pat on her shapely ass. His rough, hard fingers sent shivers of need through her. She could hardly wait until they came home again.

She stood at the door until they had driven out of the yard. She was free of them. For a moment she thought that she might grab her clothes and leave. Her car was still parked at the side of the road. The temptation passed. She knew she couldn't leave. She had to stay. She had to experience all the things these men could teach her.

Susan remained in her costume. She didn't try to find her clothes. She knew it would please them to find her that way when they returned. She started cleaning up the house for them. She started at the back bedroom. She found the leather-bound books in the closet.

Susan was curious. They were photo albums. She pulled them down and sat on the bed. There were four, big, black albums and she opened the top one. A huge picture of a blonde woman covered the first page. Susan gasped. The good looking young blonde was completely naked and had the biggest pair of tits Susan had ever seen. She couldn't tear her eyes from those creamy peaks.