I pulled her legs up, feet flat on the bed to open her as much as possible. She whimpered and put her hands over her face but she couldn’t have been unaware that this would happen. Pavla Matriona would have coached her, prepared her for her new station in life. I had meant to be gentle, to relax her over a period of a few days before requiring her to accept my cock but I was past the point of patience, an animal lust had possessed me.
I aligned the head of my cock with her slit and began pressing forward. Her hands went to my chest again, not pushing away but just trying to slow the inevitable. Her eyes were clamped shut and her bottom lip pursed, her chin wrinkled as I pushed harder against her clenched vaginal lips. So much lubrication made it possible to slip my cock head into her opening. She grimaced but I pushed on relentlessly, feeling more internal resistance. She cast a furtive glance at me with tears in her eyes and then turned her face away, drawing a ragged breath. I brought my weight to bear, focusing it in a direct line along the length of my cock aiming into her virgin canal. My chest, heaving, lowered to rest against her frail ribcage, my throat on the side of her face, my chin on the top of her turned head, I felt the membrane rupture and she screamed into my shoulder. I drove my cock slowly but mercilessly into her to the hilt.
I had never felt a rush like that as this little angel screamed in agony, teeth against my shoulder muscle, lungs emptying beneath me as my rigid penis ripped into her virgin depth. I held my position and felt her frantic wriggling. I lifted my upper body to look down at her, tears leaking from beneath her eyelids, mouth in a twisted grimace. I pulled myself out slowly, one, two, three inches, feeling the cooler air of the room on my shaft, four, five inches, leaving the head inside and than rolling my body back down to cover her and impaling her narrow, pale skinned hips with my strident cock.
She cried out again, in words I could understand.
“Marteen.. please…”
I lifted, looked down as my cock emerged from her impossibly tight slit and saw it red with blood.
“please… ahhhh..”
Her accent just made me more ravenous.
“I have to do this. I have to.” I fucked her hard. Not fast but hard. Pulling all the way out, lifting my body off of her crushed and broken frame and then driving back in, back onto her, sliding my chest and belly across her skin. She began to cry in earnest.
“You hurt me”.
“I’m making you mine now, you’re my baby girl”
Sobbing wracked her body but I kept thrusting deeply into her deflowered pussy. Sometimes when I looked at her reddened face, still turned away from me, I saw my Elizabeth, crying like she had when I spanked her. Looking like she did the last time I spanked her bare bottom and felt myself getting an erection at her smooth skin, her clinging panties, at her tears. I enveloped Tatiana, sliding my arms under her shoulders, bringing my hands out on either side of her head. I bent my back and set my cheek to her cheek, felt her hot tears on my skin and heard her sobs and moans close in my ear. It was electrifying. The hairs on my neck and back stood up and a buzzy tingling swept up my legs to my balls and crept to the base of my cock. I continued my measured thrusting, full length, feeling her insides quake and grip, her stomach heave beneath me. Her head between my hands, my nose buried in her neck behind her tiny ear I shut my eyes. I saw my daughter, laughing and running to me, I saw her splashing in the bath, I saw her rosy ass cheeks as I slapped her in punishment and then with a thunderclap in my head I spasmed inside Tatiana’s violated little body and blasted a charge of cum deep into my child concubine.
I roared. I whined. I gasped and a sob emerged. I held deep within her and ejaculated a few more ribbons of sperm into the sweet little girl beneath me. Drunk on lust but sated I withdrew slowly, extricating myself. She was stuck to me with sweat and blood and semen. I rolled over and kept my arm draped over her quivering body, my leg pressed against her wet thigh.
She was shaking and I tried to comfort her, this girl I had just raped. Turned away from me she sniffed and breathed through her tears and I stroked her clammy flesh.
“Sweet baby girl. So beautiful, my baby girl” I cuddled her and held her shaking body against me, my sticky penis losing pressure , shriveling against her.
“You’re mine now baby. I made you a woman, I fucked you. You’re mine.”
Her shuddering stopped and her breathing settled after a while and before my heart had fully slowed she seemed asleep in my arms.