I break in my 'new' prize

“So no boy's ever gotten you into the back seat of his car?” I take a menacing step towards her and she backs away nervously. “Snuck with you into your bedroom when your parents weren't home, or even pinned you against the wall behind the gym and plundered your sweet young body?” Alison's eyes sparkle momentarily in anticipation, but the look of excitement is quickly replaced by one of shock and fear.

“No! Of course not, I'm a good girl.” Her hands clench tightly together between her tits and whether it is intentional or not the pressure from her fists lift the swell of her small breasts even higher beneath the skimpy white nighty. I continue my slow advance and she her retreat until her back is literally against the wall, at that point each small step closes the gap between us.

“How about those pretty little titties of yours?” I am almost close enough now to reach out and stroke them, but instead keep my hands by my side and just leer down at the way her bosom rises and falls rapidly as she tries to find a way to escape the inevitable.

“Please don't do this...”

“You haven't answered my question, Mi Colombina.” The diminutive springs from the distant recesses of one semester of Italian I took in college, but actually 'little dove' is a pretty good name for the hapless Gabriella as she stands trembling before me in the white cotton nighty. “Am I going to be the first man to suck on these pretty pink nips?” She tries to pull away when I reach for her but I was much too quick for her and easily strong enough to pull her hands down so I could grab her soft flesh and squeeze her through the sheer cotton.

Even though Alison had warned me that she was going not going to give in without a fight, her sudden flurry of wild swings and kicks caught me by surprise and two or three solid blows landed before I was able to sweep her into my arms and tackle her onto her bed. From this position it is only a matter of time before her wild struggles abate. The virginal nightgown ripped easily in my hands and the way Alison's eyes widened in excitement made the cost of replacing that well worn nighty well worth it.

“Oh Holy Mary, you're going to do it!” I tossed the remnants of her cotton night gown onto the floor behind me. I considered using the soft fabric to secure her wrists, but by now it looks like the fight is pretty much gone. “Please!” Alison's voice rises to a panicked pitch. “I told you I'm a good girl. I'm saving myself for my husband.”

“I know,” I growl as I flip the young coed onto her belly “and I'm going to enjoy every last inch of your untouched pussy.” This brings on another panicked burst of energy, but in this position I was able to keep her in place with just one hand holding her slender wrists pinning her down as I used the other hand to pull away my clothes. First the the suspenders and tee-shirt and then with a coarse grunt I freed my trousers and pushed them to my knees.

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“Wait, Mister!” Alison arched her neck back so I could see what I was doing. “You can make love to me, but you have to be gentle, please.” I laughed cruelly, at sweet 'Gabriella's' latest plea.

“Oh I don't want to make love to you, and I don't even want to be gentle.” With one hand I position the head of my member in the folds between her legs and push until it slips into the entrance of her slick passage. “I want to hear you squeal as I claim you, and I want to hear each gasp of pain and piteous wail as you realize that your scumbag of a father made you into my personal whore.”

“No, wait!” Another brief struggle follows as she tries to dislodge the hard knob that is beginning to stretch her open. “I might get pregnant!”

“Yeah,” I laugh again with even more wicked intent, “Maybe not this time, but I'm going to keep filling your sweet womb until my seed takes root and starts to grow.”

“Oh God please don't - aigghhhh!” My reaction to Alison's simulated cry of pain as I plunged into her spoke to the dark side of me in a way that I didn't want to examine too closely. “It hurts ... please Sir, it hurts so much!” In spite of her protests I can feel her ass pushing back against me each time I push into her, her fake cries of pain turn more and more into gasps of excitement, and I know that it won't take long before she is jerking in orgasmic bliss as I pound her.

“You think this hurts, Girl.” I grunt coarsely as I repeat the process all over again savoring the tight heat of her slowly loosening pussy. “Once I've stretched out your sweet cunt, I'm gonna have to try out your tight young asshole.” Alison's moan and the way her whole body shudders under me makes it clear that this isn't something she's even thought about.

“You Monster!”

“That's right, Honey.” I pick up the pace a little slamming into her again and again as I get closer to my climax. “I told you that your sweet little body belongs to me now - every last inch of it. But first I'm going to fill your womb with my seed. Who knows, by the end of this year you might even be a hot MILF with fat titties dripping milk.” For some reason this last image of a **** pregnancy is the final straw for the needy coed and I feel her pussy tighten around my cock as she jerks like a ragdoll under me pulling at her wrists and screaming into the blankets.

It takes a few more minutes before both of us have calmed down enough to talk about that experience.

“Is this what you want to do to me this weekend, Mr. P?”