Matilda's story

A man stood there and looked at me. There was nothing special about him. Maybe forty years old. He looked stern, somehow fatherly. But also merciless. He grabbed my wrist. I tried to wriggle out, but his hands were like iron.

He dragged me outside. Out of the mortuary. Over to the graves. I screamed and howled. No one was there to save me.

He found a grave that seemed suitable and bent me over the headstone. He pulled my hands together behind my back and held them tightly with one hand. My breasts pressed against the cold stone. My tears dripped onto it. Then he slapped me.

With a loud clap, his flat hand fell on my exposed bottom. The pain was unbearable. His hand hit me again and again, my ass burned like fire.

But at some point it stopped hurting. It still slapped, but a warmth flowed through me. A feeling of security. My hands were held defencelessly behind my back, his hand continued to beat me mercilessly, but I knew he wasn't beating me for no reason. I didn't know the reason, but my screaming, my wailing perhaps hit him worse than me. He had to do it. He had to chastise me. To show me my place, to show me that he cared about me.

It was love that flowed through me. True happiness, I was loved. By him chastising me. I wanted to love him back, to give him all of me. I wanted to give myself to him.

He stopped spanking me. I still didn't feel any pain. Instead, I felt his hand massaging my bottom. He was massaging me, trying to take away the pain. I laughed. And I cried. I felt his hand stroking my ass. Again and again. How it also glided over my thighs. And in between. I felt the hand stroking my pussy. I realized that I was wet. That I was horny.

I wanted to feel more of him. Not just his hand, as tender as it was now. No, more. Much more.

There was a rustling behind me, clothes were taken off. A belt was undone, a pair of pants slipped down. I now knew how I could return my love to him.

Something long and thick and warm slapped onto my bare ass. It was his member, his penis, his cock. He stroked my ass crack a few times so I could feel how thick and big it was. Then he moved back. Only his glans touched me, stroking down the notch until it touched my labia.

The wetness guided him into my innermost parts. Hardly any pressure was needed, just the sheer thickness made me moan. I'd never had any sexual intercourse with a man before. I would lose my virginity to a demon. I couldn't imagine anything better.

So far I'd only felt the thick glans inside me, I hadn't really been penetrated yet. I wiggled my ass but nothing happened. But I wanted it so much.

It has to be spoken. I have to tell him to take me. That he should fuck me. That I would give him my virginity. That I give myself to him.

“Put it in at last!” I hissed. “Take me. Make me a woman. Fuck me at last. I'll give myself to you, but take me now.”

His hand released me, I could have moved, but I kept my hands as they were. I wanted to show him that I wasn't going to resist. That I was his. Belonged to him. His two hands now gripped my hips. They gripped tightly, then he started to pull me towards him.

His glans pressed into my fuck canal. It penetrated me deeper and deeper. His whole cock penetrated my cunt. Infinitely slowly, he pulled me towards him and pushed himself into me. A brief stinging sensation indicated the end of my virginity. His spit stretched my labia, the shaft slowly rubbed against my clitoris.

It started on my clitoris. It flashed, spread through my whole body, a feeling ran through me that I could only achieve in part through masturbation, but a thousand times better, a thousand times nicer.

He was finally completely inside me. His balls bumped against my thighs. His hands stroked upwards over my back to my shoulders, then past me and to my breasts. He began to knead wildly and I moaned in delight.

Then he really started to fuck me.

Like a machine, he pulled his piston out of me and pushed it in again with power. Again and again. His hands kneaded my tits, pulled me towards him by the shoulders and hair, slapped my ass again or held my hands.

I can't remember how many times I came while he was fucking me. My whole body was just a cunt. At some point I felt his cock seem to grow even more, getting rock hard, and with an animalistic sound the man behind me squirted a huge load deep inside me. I could feel his juice squirting against my cervix, filling me completely, squeezing his juice out of me with each successive thrust.

Then he was suddenly gone. Vanished. Simply no longer there. I slowly slid off the tombstone onto the floor and took a long time to collect myself. When I opened my eyes again, I could see the name on the gravestone.

It was the grave of my father, who died 10 years ago when I was just 8 years old.