Steph surrenders

Your mouth hung open, too shocked to even cry out, as inch after inch slid into you. You desperately pushed back against his leg, but you couldn't get any leverage. Panicked, you pushed against the wall, hoping to **** some space, but it only drove his cock deeper inside of you. Finally, you gasped and whimpered; your hands flat against the cold brick wall as his hot, booze-smelling breath was on your neck. You couldn't believe you'd let yourself get into this. You had teased boys in school, sure. But your virginity was something you had safely guarded, saving it for just the right one; the one you'd marry.

"Ugh! Stop. Stopstopstop!" you pleaded as his thick cock started to slide in and out of you. He chortled as he pressed his hands onto yours. This thick, calloused fingers wove into yours and held you there as he mercilessly destroyed your innocence. You'd imagined what it'd be like. You'd be in your wedding dress, your hair beautifully styled as the boy of your dreams tenderly caressed your cheek. But now, pinned against this damp wall with this...savage...rutting himself inside of you, you felt a tear start to well up. Everything your Grandpa had said about them was right; and you'd become just another statistic.

"Dat's right. Dat's right. You gonna take it anyhow, so might as well enjoy it." he grunted in your ear as his thick, long cock started to slide into you easier and deeper. You were disgusted that your body was betraying you to this violation. The rough, filthy material of his jacket scratched your smooth skin as his massive cock filled you again and again. You started to shudder as he sped up, driving his cock into you harder and harder.

"Dat's it. Yeah, dat's it..." he said, letting go of one of your hands and reaching around your body to slide his hand under your dress and onto your flushed chest, under your bra, and onto your perfect breast. His thick, rough fingers squeezed your embarassingly stiff nipple painfully as he drove deep into you, forcing you to stand on your toes with each thrust before drawing back and announcing to the world the shameful wetness with the echoing liquid slap of each thrust.

"Please...please...stop....please...." you said weakly as your body gave up. You were impaled on his massive black member again and again as his grunting got faster and deeper. "please...not inside..." He laughed again,

"White girl, you realize what'choo doin' don't ya?" he said. You opened your eyes, and with horror realized he'd stopped thrusting, and that you were driving yourself up and down his length, riding his cock with an **** lust that shamed you more than anything else that had happened.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" came a strong voice from the direction of the street. He pulled back suddenly, awkwardly stuffing his cock back into his pants as he let you slump against the wall. You turned, and your eyes went wide.