The Collar 8 - Sex Stories

The Collar 8

... position with one hand, then slowly lowered her hips until his cockhead was inside her. She bit her lip, looking into his eyes, and a silent tear slipped silently out the corner of one eye.

“Wait!” he said, and she froze on top of him. “Don't you want this?”

“Yes and no.” she said plainly. “I want to get rid of this damn V-card, but I also want to save it for my wedding night.”

“Which do you want more?” he asked.

She bit her lip again. “I want that good feeling some more. I'll do whatever you TELL me to do.”

“In that case, I'm telling you to do what you want to do.” he said.

“What!?” she exclaimed. “But, but... but I don't KNOW what I want!”

“Well then, how about you do what I want?” he suggested. She looked at him suspiciously.

“You want me to fuck you, right?” she asked, her voice oozing remorse. “You want to take away the only gift I have to give my future husband?”

“Oh, Maria, that's not the only gift you have.” he told her. “You'll be able to give him the gifts I'm about to teach you.”

“Gifts?” she asked, curios. “What gifts?”

“Skills.” he explained. “You'll be an expert by the time I'm done teaching you what I want you to learn.”

“What skills do you want me to learn?” she asked.

He smiled. “Well, one skill I want you to learn is how to take a cock all the way inside your vagina. Another is to swallow an entire load of sperm.”

“You want me to fuck you.” she said frankly. “And... you also want me to... to suck you ...

... off?”

“Oh, you won't be just sucking me off, Miss Maria, you'll also be swallowing my spunk.” he told her.

“You want me to give you my virginity, though.” she said, a note of sadness in her voice. “I don't get to keep it for my husband.”

“You DO realize how outdated that notion is, right?” he said, raising one eyebrow at her. “I mean, nobody, but NOBODY expects their bride to be a virgin anymore, you understand that, don't you?”

She began to cry, her body racked by immense sobs that shook her whole body. “Y-y-yes.” she admitted, between giant sobs. “I'm, j-just sca- scared.”

“What are you scared of, Maria?” he asked her, quietly.

“I'm scared of my first time.” she said. “My friend Molly did it last week with her boyfriend, and she told me it REALLY hurt, plus there was a lot of blood and stuff. She said it was REALLY messy! I just don't want that to happen to me.”

Her sister laughed at her. “I hope it hurts like hell, bitch! I hope you bleed all over the place; I want it to look like your on the rag for DAYS, you little bitch! You deserve it for all the times you made fun of me for not being as pretty as you!”

Maria looked shocked, raising her head out of Jenny's groin to gape at her, disbelief written all over her features. “W-what? Why? Why do you hate me so much, big sister? I've never been THAT mean to you! Why do you hate me?”

Jenny laughed. “You even need to ask, little miss perfect? You STOLE my very first boyfriend, and now you want this one, ...