Beg him to at least put something between you—offer to let him fuck your thighs or your ass instead

Evan's Bedroom, Blackwood Family Home, Suburban Ohio, at 7:45 AM on Saturday June 15th, 2024 Day 1.

"P-please," you whimper, your voice cracking with desperation. Your body is still trembling from being edged, your soaked pussy throbbing with denied need, but you force the words out through gritted teeth. "You can fuck my thighs. Or—or my ass. Just not... not there. Please, Derek. I'm begging you."

Derek tilts his head, considering. His cock twitches against your belly, leaving a smear of precum across your pale skin. That predatory grin softens into something almost reasonable—almost trustworthy. "Thighs, huh?" He strokes his shaft slowly, eyes roaming over your trembling body. "Yeah, alright. I can work with that. But you gotta do it doggy for me. I wanna see that fat ass while I slide between those thick thighs of yours."

Relief floods through you. You nod frantically, scrambling onto your hands and knees on the mattress, your massive tits swinging beneath you, pressing against the sheets through that useless mesh top. You arch your back, presenting your ass—the vinyl shorts are still bunched around one ankle, leaving your bare pussy and thick cheeks completely exposed. You press your thighs together tightly, creating a warm channel for him.

"Good girl," Derek murmurs, moving behind you. His hands grip your wide hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh of your ass. You feel the hot length of his cock slide between your cheeks, the thick shaft dragging along your crack. He rocks his hips, fucking the valley between your ass cheeks, and you let out a shaky breath. This is okay. This is safe. He's just using your thighs, just like you—

His cock slides downward. The head traces along your taint, dips lower, and then you feel it—the blunt, burning pressure against your entrance. Your puffy pussy lips part around his cockhead and he pushes forward in one smooth, devastating thrust.

"Oops," Derek says, and his voice carries zero surprise.

The sensation is indescribable. Your virgin cunt stretches around his massive cock, the thick head splitting you open inch by agonizing inch. You've never had anything inside you before—nothing—and the sheer girth of him is overwhelming. Your walls resist, clenching desperately, but your pussy is so wet, so impossibly slick with arousal, that he slides in despite the tightness. You feel every ridge, every vein of his shaft as it fills you, your inner walls stretching to accommodate something they were never meant to take.

"Oh FUCK—" you scream, your fingers clawing at the sheets. It hurts—a deep, burning stretch—but there's pleasure too, a sickening wave of it that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back. Your cunt is gripping him so tight he groans, his hips pausing halfway inside you.

"Goddamn, you're tight," he grunts, his fingers digging bruises into your hips. "Tightest pussy I've ever had. And soaking wet—you wanted this the whole time, didn't you?"

"N-no—take it out, please—" you sob, but your hips are pushing backward, your body betraying you completely. The curse pulses hot inside your core, rewarding the penetration with waves of sickening pleasure. Your pussy clenches around him, pulling him deeper.

Derek laughs and drives forward, burying the rest of his eight inches inside you in one brutal thrust. His heavy balls slap against your clit and you shriek, your whole body convulsing. He's bottomed out—you can feel his cockhead pressing against your cervix, the blunt pressure deep inside your womb.

"Already in there," he says, pulling back slowly until just the tip remains inside your stretched, gripping hole. "Might as well finish, right?" He slams back in, hard, and your vision goes white.