6 comments/ 24408 views/ 2 favorites Fallen By: mina_dove tess loved to walk in the woods. The only thing she liked more was to walk beside Him. He held her hand as they strolled between the trees. The air was still and sunlight dappled through pine needles and leaves, gently warming the skin. The air was scented with moss, and dirt and the very essence of life here. There was a peace to be found in these woods. They joked and laughed with each other, treasuring the time They had together. she admired His face as He spoke to her, always so gentle, yet firm in His tone. He was steel encased in velvet and He was hers. she felt His hand tighten on her smaller one and met His gaze. In an instant she knew the mood had changed, He had changed. she swallowed and her eyes widened as she listened. "Undress for me, little one." her head whipped to the left and then to the right, looking for signs of other people around. she wanted to tell Him someone might find Them, or that she felt too shy, or that she was enjoying Their talk. she didn't. she unbuttoned her crisp white shirt revealing a nude lace bra. she slid the top down soft tanned arms before she loosened the drawstring on her khaki capris and stepped out of them. tess stood in her bra and panties and glanced up to see Him nod. she unfastened the bra and removed it along with the thong. she trembled on the inside but the way He looked upon her fueled her with the pride of being His. His thumb slid down the side of her face, from cheekbone to jaw line, to chin. He rubbed the pad of His thumb over her lower lip and she instinctively opened her mouth as He slid His thumb inside. she purred as she circled her tongue around it. He chuckled. "My very own little wood nymph." she would have giggled, but there was an intensity to Him now that made her hush. He ran His hands down her arms a few times and kissed her forehead before taking her hand and leading her to a fallen tree. "Sit down, pet." tess went to sit and He stopped her with His firm grip on her arm. "No, tess. I want you to straddle it." tess lifted her leg and stepped over the large log. her toes barely reached the forest floor. He sat behind her, fully clothed and wrapped His arms around her. His hands fondled her breasts and His breath was hot in her ear. He bit down on her tender lobe and growled out, "Time to play." tess's cunt clenched tight at His words and her nipples hardened under His fingers. He pinched not just the nipple but all over the soft skin. "Such a slut for Me aren't you, girl?" Before she could answer He twisted each nipple so viciously her breath was taken away. she chewed her lip and held back the cry she was sure would wake the quiet woods. He continued to torture her breasts and her mind. "Anyone could walk by and see you like this. They would see the look I am sure you have in those blue, blue eyes right now and know you are My little slut. My wanton, needy girl." she shivered and closed her eyes. her heart thumped like a primal drum and the delicious pain in her nipples went straight to her cunt, which pulsed the upbeat to her heart's downbeat. she opened them again when He spoke. "Don't move, pet." He stood and walked to a tree directly in front of her. He slowly rolled up His shirt sleeves. He seemed to be studying the tree, as if there was to be an important exam He would have to take. Finally He stepped closer and snapped off a slender new branch. A soft moan escaped her lips as He flexed His new toy and swished it in the air like Zorro. His eyes locked with hers. "Put your hands on your head, girl and arch up. I want to mark those lovely tits now." He strode to her as she obeyed and offered her body to Him. This was the worst part...the waiting, knowing He would hurt her and she would thank Him for it. He ran the tip of the switch around each breast. With more of a snap of the wrist than the swing of His arm He flicked her right breast with a snap. "I think this will do nicely. you don't have to count, slut. Don't move though." He took His time, varied His strokes, and seemed determined to create a perfect pattern. she lasted only a handful of strikes before she could not hold it in and gasped and moaned at the burn. At first a strike felt like a sharp stinging pain but then it bled into a deep heat. A few He landed on her tender tummy and her eyes pooled with tears. He caught one on His finger. "That's My good girl. you did so well and I am very proud of you. you look so beautiful right now. you wear My marks well, tess. Just a few more now. Lean down and hug the tree for Me." she knew the bark would be harsh on her raw breasts and begged Him with her eyes. He tapped the switch on the log and she bent forward, curling her arms around its width and whimpering as the rough surface made contact with her whipped skin. her cunt seeped its juices into the bark. "Hold on tight, girl. Make Me proud." It wasn't a savage whipping. she knew He was doing this for His pleasure, not to punish or damage. she also knew He could smell the tangy scent of her arousal. The switch made its way up and down her back and she breathed deep, becoming part of the pain. Just as she was slipping into her special place He stopped and undid His pants, freeing His stiff shaft. He stepped out of them and moved behind her again, legs on either side of the log. her reached under her and His fingers squished in her copious fluid. He scooped some up and around her tight pucker, slipping the tip of His finger inside. "It's going right here, slut. My hard cock is going to be buried in that sweet ass of Mine." He spit into His hand and fisted His cock, making it slick before pushing the swollen helmet against her delicate anal ring. she bore down and relaxed enough for Him to pop inside. He inched His way in the tight tunnel and His deep moan harmonized with her higher cry. He quickly found a rhythm and was sliding in and out with ease. her body pressed tight against the tree, getting scratched and scraped as He claimed His prize. "You want to cum, slut? Grind down...fuck that tree, girl." she was gone now, and did as He commanded. The pleasure forced its way past the pain, the ecstasy shining a light on it as it built inside her. It was all one now...the pain, the welts, the need, the fire inside her, all taking her there, bringing the climax she earned by pleasing Him. He slapped her ass and growled. "Do it, girl. For Me. Now. Cum, slut." tess panted and ground her pussy down with whimpers. His hand smacked down again and it came. she came. she came with burst of stars in her eyes and spasmed like an electroshock patient. she came crying His name. she came with the hurt and for the pain, not in spite of it. she came like it was her first time and her last all rolled into one. she came for Him. He pulled out and jerked. His cum spurted onto her ass. He grunted and spilled His seed on her hot flesh. He rubbed His cum into the stripes as she floated back to Him from the peak she had reached. He went to His pants, pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned the evidence of Their passion away before dressing and bringing her clothes over to where she rested. Neither spoke a word as He gently dressed her as if she was a porcelain doll. He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her deeply. "you are Mine, tess. you prove it every time you respond to Me like this. you need the tears just as much as I need to make you cry and then make it all better. Let's get you home now. you have pleased Me well and deserve your soft time now." tess took His hand as the They began the walk back. she turned and smiled at the tree. she was glad it had fallen....she was glad she had too. Fallen I was 18, out of school for the summer and on my first job working to get money for college, when it happened, when I lost my virginity. I was a "good" girl, in the sense of not being that type of girl if you know what I mean. You know the type I'm referring to, easy or slutty, like in being the school slut. I was a virgin, had pledged myself to remain pure for my future husband, a good Catholic girl from a good large Catholic family. A girl very popular in school, a Catholic school, active in most of the school sports like cross country, swimming, volleyball, basketball etc. and active in FFA, 4-H, public speaking etc. I had a full schedule and with straight A grades. I even tried out to be a cheerleader but that interfered with the rest of my activities. I was accepted to one of the top Catholic colleges with full scholarships. I had it made. I was so innocent and pure to the point of being overly naive. The school, in spite of trying to teach high morel values, was still a school with a bunch of kids with raging hormones like any other school. Some of us though believed in the high moral values they were trying to teach us. I was also a small blue eyed blond, slender to almost looking anorexic, that due to genetics and a very active life style, lots of exercise due to running, swimming and believe it or not weight lifting all of which I still do today. I live to be active and it shows in my body, a body I am very proud of. Anyway, being a blond had its draw backs too. You know the dumb blond jokes. I think I heard them all. I was also known as one of class prudes because well you know that too, I didn't date much and when I did, the guys never got past kissing. The other thing was my brothers. Most of the guys at school were scared of them so they were a deterrent to anyone that tried to date me. The group of kids I hung around with was, well like me. We were a tight group dedicated to the Catholic principles of remaining pure and involved in the same activities in church and school. I had just graduated from high school and had my first real job, earning money for college. It was in a large grocery store and I started out as a stock person to learn the store and graduated to a cashier. I was a quick learner. It was fun; I loved to interact with the public. The most fun was when the store wasn't busy and I had time to talk with those checking out at the register or I when got to help stock the shelves and really interact with the other employees and get to know them. The manager was not strict in that he believed we should all have fun at work. It made for a much more happy and productive work force. No one ever had a bad word to say about work and it seemed everyone was always glad to go to work. I know I was. I was rooming with two of my girlfriends from high school, Marge and Alice. Alice's parents had a rental they were letting us live in for free. Well almost free. We promised to paint it and pay all utilities which we did. This was a trial run in independence we had convinced our parents on. You know, to see how well we would do before we left for school. It was the area manager of product purchasing that took an interest in me. He was cute and 28 years old and very interesting to talk with. He wasn't around that much. He had some 14 stores that he was responsible for and came through only several times a month around the time or just after the store inventory that was done each month. He seemed fun and full of jokes and everyone liked him. He was a big tease. He sometimes helped in the inventory or if he had nothing else to do while he was there, he helped with stocking shelves. We all pitched in when we had to, even the store manager. I enjoyed being around him and looked forward to seeing him when he came to the store. It wasn't puppy love or anything like that, I just liked it when he paid special attention to me and teased me. I wasn't looking for a relation ship or anything like that, not with an old guy like him. I had plans, big plans to go on to college, get my law degree and become a big time lawyer. I would be working there only 4 months to get spending money for school. Later when I did get to school I hoped I could get a part time job in one of the stores near the school. I had been on the job for a little over 1 month when the small earthquake hit that sent everything tumbling to the floor and the store had to be closed several days for cleanup and restocking. We worked in shifts and it seemed we worked around the clock to get the store ready to reopen on Friday. Since I had worked through the night, I was to have the Friday off along with the weekend. That was OK with me. The crew was exhausted that Thursday night when everything was finally ready for the store opening in the morning and the purchasing manager, Ben, suggested we go out for pizza with the store buying. We were all for it. It would be a big celebration for our hard work. The store called one pizza place and reserved the large room they had for such parties. We filled it and had a somewhat wild party. Even though I was too young to drink and wouldn't have if I had been with just a few of my friends, I snuck in several beers. I shouldn't have. It was easy though, poring dark beer into a coke glass. Ben was the one that did it and I let him. Those that had to work the next morning left early and I was one of the last to leave and slightly intoxicated and trying to sober up a little. Ben was still there and finally coaxed me out to my car. He kept telling me that he would drive me home and would catch a taxi back to get his car later. He talked me into it and helped slip me into the passenger side of the car. He got in to drive. I was sober enough to remember the conversation. "Sara, can I take you on a side trip to see the city lights before I take you home?" "Yes I would like that," I replied. I had never had the chance to drive up on some of the ridges that overlooked the town during the night to see the lights and well I was feeling good and it sounded like a good idea. It didn't take long to drive up the ridge road into a neighborhood of very expensive homes. I thought we would park somewhere along the ridge and was surprised when we turned into a driveway and pulled up to a house. The garage door was open and he drove in and closed the door behind us. "What are you doing?" I stated questioning him as I looked at him. "Relax Sara; we need to go inside on the upper deck to really get to see the lights. We can see over the trees and see the whole town." Feeling good and well I felt safe with him, I let him lead me up the stairs from the garage and into the house. "Who lives here?" I asked. "Do you know them?" He laughed. "Well yes, I know who lives here. He is a good friend of yours." Puzzled, I was trying to remember if I knew anyone that would live in such a place and was really unaware that he had taken my hand and was leading me through the house. The house was dark and I was unaware of where we were when he led me through the bedroom and out onto the upper deck. The lights of the town were amazing, the air so cool, the sky so clear, and the stars so bright. It took my breath away. I stood there transfixed. "Beautiful isn't it?" His hand felt hot in mine and I quickly became aware we were still holding hands. "Oh yes Ben, I have never seen anything so beautiful." I had let go of his hand and felt a shiver when I felt his arm move around my waist. He pulled me into him as I started to protest and move away. He held me tighter and leaned down and kissed me. I started to protest and tried to push him away but as the kiss lingered, I felt myself respond and began kissing him back. It felt good. Soon our tongues were exploring, dueling as tongues do. This was new for me, these new feelings. I felt myself getting hot in spite of the cooling evening air. His hands were around my waist holding me to him. My arms were around his neck, pulling him to me. I was breathless, wanting him to suck my tongue in deeper. I had never kissed anyone like this before. "No Ben," I gasp as I felt his hands move up under my t-shirt and release my bra. "No, we can't do this." I tried to push him away but his hands already found my small breasts and were cupping them, feeling them and tweaking the nipples. "No Ben," I gasp again as his mouth covered mine and sucked my breath away as his hands explored. I don't remember how or when he removed my t-shirt and bra but it had to be when I gasp for breath. I wasn't aware he was backing me into the bedroom as his mouth quickly covered mine again and his hands quickly resumed exploring. My mind was whirling; I was light headed, dizzy from the warm feelings surging through my body. I felt resistance on the back of my legs, about mid thigh level, a softness as he pushed me against and gently lay me back upon the bed. I tried to protest again, my mind was telling me this was wrong but my body was telling me something else. "No Ben, I..." But what I was trying to tell him was lost again as his mouth covered one of my breasts and his hands tweaked the nipple of the other. I was lost in one of the most incredible feelings I ever experience as an orgasm begin to grow. I felt my muscles stiffen as an electric current raced through me and then all at once my muscles begin to quiver and spasm and I shook as this wave of pleasure raced back through me. As I came down from this incredible feeling, he had somehow lifted me further up onto the bed and now I was fully in the middle of the bed with my head on the pillow at the headboard. The bedside light had been turned on and he was on top of me, his weight holding me down as he began kissing me all over, mouth, lips, cheeks, neck and back down to my breasts. He had risen up and was kneeling between my legs and working on the belt I was wearing and the snap and zipper of the Levi's I wore. "No Ben, we can't do this, I can't do this," I kept trying to say and started to fight him. I swung my fists at him hitting him and tried to role away from him but he grabbed my hands and tied them to the bars of the headboard with a silk tie. "Ben, your hurting me," I cried he held me tightly down and tied my hands. He was sitting on me holding me down as he tied me. "Ben, no," I was crying now, sobbing "No..." When he had me tied, he again positioned himself where he was sitting on my legs and again began working on my belt and Levi's. He quickly had the belt, snap and zipper undone and raised up and quickly pulled them down taking my panties with them. I was fully nude now and I tried to turn and position my legs so he couldn't look at me. He grasp my ankles and turned me and spread my legs and got back between them kneeling so that his ankles were positioned over my legs effectively pinning them so I couldn't move. He sat there just looking at me, taking me in. "Sara, Sara, my Sara, you are so beautiful. I've wanted you since the first day I saw you. "He reached down and touched my golden patch. "God Sara, you're beautiful!" I flinched at his touch. "Ben please don't do this, please let me go, I've never been with a man before." I couldn't think. I couldn't get away. "Ben, let me go. No one need know you did this. Please let me go." "You're a virgin? I thought so. I'll be gentle. You'll be mine and only mine. You'll like it. I know you will. You have liked it so far haven't you; it's going to even get better." He was still fully clothed, and as he leaned down and began kissing me, covering my mouth with his, he pulled off his shirt. I couldn't fight him, being tied and him having his weight on my legs and I let him kiss me. I tried not to like it as I had before but it wasn't until I felt his hands on my breasts working them that I felt a response. My body was trying to control my mind. When his mouth worked its way back to my breasts, I felt my will weakening. He was suckling at my breasts when his hands left my body and worked at his Levi's and undid the snaps and zipper and began working them down. I couldn't see, his head and chest was in the way but I felt him raise up and the pressure of his weight on my legs change as he rose up and removed them, one leg at a time. When he lay down upon me, bringing his mouth back to mine, I knew he was nude and ready to take me. His engorged cock felt like a burning log pressed between us. I struggled and tried to push him off me using my feet and legs as leverage but he was too heavy. When his mouth left mine, I started pleading with him to let me go but as his mouth and hands found their place upon my breasts, my body again began to desert my mind and began to respond to his caresses. I was groaning, I thought at my displeasure of him, trying to get him to stop but my groans only encouraged him. When his weight left me and his mouth and hands moved down and explored the rest of my body and mound of hidden passion and pleasure, I lost. There was a ferocious and primal need sweeping through me. Something I never felt before. My body gave in and I fell into the intense deep pleasure that I would find hard to ever escape from. His mouth and hands explored me, took me to places I had never been before. Each orgasm was more intense than the last. My body covered its self in sweat. The moisture escaping from me wet the blanket under me. I was lost, groaning my pleasure unable to protest any longer. I didn't want to, I couldn't. He kept up his attack on my opening, my clit; tongue probed me, fingers probed me and found my g-spot. I was lost in this pleasure. My hips jumped up to meet his probing; my body quivered and shook with each orgasm. I could feel the heat, the swelling of my sex as he lapped at me, swallowing me as I released to him, for him. Wild animal lust had taken over my body. I was tinder, my clit so swollen and tinder. I heard myself begging him to stop, I couldn't take anymore. My groans were becoming quieter. The sounds escaping from my throat were hoarse. I was gasping for air with my chest and heart pounding, my throat dry. My moans were coming in whispers, my body exhausted, my hands and arms straining in the restraints, wanting to hold him, wanting to hold him inside me. "Fuck me," I said in a whisper. "Ben, fuck me." "What?" He said as he rose up and looked at me. "Ben I want you inside me." I didn't think that was something I would ever say to anyone than my intended husband, but I heard myself say it. My body and its craving need to mate with him. "Please." He started moving his lips back up my body, kissing my clit one last time sending shivers through me and continued kissing, pausing at the top of my mound and then kissing his way up to my breasts, sucking at them before kissing me deeply on my mouth sucking my tongue into his. That was when I felt him poking and probing at my opening. He was kneeling over me, on his hands and knees when I felt him slightly pushing. I raised my hips to him wanting to help him and I felt the engorged head slip across my swollen opening. I gasp as the swollen head slowly entered me. He was taking his time and I thought it would hurt. He lay down on me, resting his body just slightly on me. I wrapped my legs loosely around his back as he untied my hands. My arms quickly went around him as his mouth found mine. He slowly pushed and stopped and let my body adjusted to him. We kissed and he caressed me with his hands, explored me with them as well as his mouth. He slowly pushed in again and stopped, letting my body again adjust to him. He kept up this slow advance. Push in slowly, stop and again let my body adjust to him over and over again. I could feel him inside me, stretching me pushing up inside me. I didn't know how big he was, I never saw it but the feeling of him inside me was beautiful. His being inside me and making love to me while caressing my breasts and kissing me wherever he could place his mouth was incredible and caused me to orgasm several times. Each time my body quivered and shook he pushed a little harder and further up inside me, stretching me faster. I felt him pushing against the very bottom of me, pushing up into what felt like my stomach when I felt him stiffen and hold still. His cock spasmed and flexed a few times and I looked into his face and watched him grimace as he held still, while biting his lower lip. I thought something was wrong and almost asked him when he finally smiled at me when I thought his pain was gone. "Oh god that was close Sara. You're so beautiful and tight I almost came. It's too soon for that. I want to love you more." After a few more moments lying still, he continued his slow pushing. He was sucking on each breast and tweaking the nipples and pushing when I came again. I moaned loudly this time as my body shook and spasmed and my hips involuntarily jumped up and forced him all the way in. This time there was slight pain deep inside me as I felt his groin forcibly hit mine and remain there. He was in, all the way. His groin was rubbing against mine as my quivering subsided. I was stretched fully to him, impaled on his huge swollen rod. It felt so hard and hot inside me. I wanted him to cum, the animal that I became wanted him to cum inside me and fill me with his sperm. "Cum inside me, fill me with your cum." I gasp in a hoarse whisper. "Make me yours." When he slowly withdrew to begin his slow thrusting, it felt like he was pulling me inside out. His slow thrust back in was painful but a pleasant pain, not the pain that I thought it would be like. He built up a steady slow rhythm that was driving me crazy. It felt so good. I couldn't describe it. I knew no words that would describe the feeling. My body felt so alive, tingling from the tip of my head to my very toes with this indescribable feeling deep in my stomach as another orgasm began, this time deep within me. This time, he whispered, "Sara, I am so close, I'm coming." I felt him stiffen and seem to grow larger as he pushed in and held himself deep within me. His groin pressed into mine and I felt the muscles there begin to quiver as I suddenly felt his hard cock begin to flex and spasm and begin pumping me full of his cum. The feeling of his release into me was incredible and our bodies became one as I begin to quiver with him as a hard orgasm overtook me. As our orgasms subsided, he lay on top of me and I locked my ankles around him and held him to me, savoring his heat and the feeling of him inside me as he slowly shrunk and slipped from me. At some point exhaustion over took me and I fell asleep after he rolled off me. During the early morning darkness though, I felt him enter me several times and cum within me, my body receptive to him, wanting him even though I never fully became awake. Deep sleep overtook me again. I struggled awake when light hit my eyes. I was struggling out of this fog, sunlight hitting my eyes. Confused I looked around. I was in this strange bed, strange room when the events of the night hit me between the eyes like a hammer. I struggled out of bed angry at myself at what I had done, thoughts flooding back. "Oh my god Sara," I said aloud to myself. "What stupid thing have you done?" I scampered around hunting for and gathering up my clothes. I was starting to cry as I was thinking about how far I had fallen. My hopes and dreams now shattered, disappointed at my self and wondering what my parents would do if they found out. My purity gone, my principles shattered. Pregnant! The thought hit me. What if I was now pregnant! My parents wouldn't accept this. I would shame them. My college dreams gone. There was no way I could go to school. I started to cry harder and had trouble finding the bathroom through my tears. I felt dirty I needed to get clean. I hurt down there, was sore to the touch. I looked at myself, and saw my golden triangle plastered to me, reddish cum dripping from me and slipping down my thigh. I cried harder as I saw the blood and stumbled into the shower and washed and then washed again. I needed to get clean. Through washing, I dried and dressed. I had to get away, go home and think. Fallen I started to leave when I saw his note. "Sara, I will be home around 3. I hope you will be there." That caused me to cry harder, tears blinding me as I ran from the house. Finding my car in the driveway, I got in and sat thinking. Run away, I can run away. No, that won't work, if I'm pregnant, I'll still be pregnant. Go home Sara and think this through. Yes, that's what I have to do. I slowly drove back to the apartment, trying to think my way through this confused at my feelings. Why Sara, why did you let him do this? When I got home, I sat in the car for more than an hour and cried. I was glad no one was home when I finally got the courage to get out of the car and go inside. I headed to the bathroom to clean up again. I still felt dirty and climbed into the shower and stood under the spray until the hot water was gone. I didn't know what to do. My Catholic training and principles were against birth control and abortion. So were my parents, strict Catholics, thus a large family. I let them down. I let myself down. I hid in my room. When the girls came home, I told them I was sick. I was sick. I was confused at what to do to. I thought of suicide, taking my life. I couldn't face my parents. I couldn't face anyone. I lay in bed and cried. It wasn't until Sunday night I figured out what I had to do. It finally hit me on how simple it was, what I needed to do. Monday morning I called in sick. Told everyone I had the flu. When I was alone, I showered and dressed. I got in my car and drove to Planed Parenthood. It took a lot of courage for me to get out of the car and go inside. I sat in the car for over an hour before I gathered up enough courage to do that. When inside and with the nurse, I opened up. That was very hard for me but I had to let it out. I told her I had unsafe sex, it was not planned and I was afraid I might get pregnant. I didn't tell her of my other problems of being a Catholic and all. I just told her that I was all alone in this and very afraid. She did all the rest. She gave me what they called the morning after pill which made me very sick later on after I swallowed it. I also got 3 months supply of birth control pills. I didn't know if I would take them or not but I had them anyway. Then I left, more relieved than I thought I would be. Still, my fall from grace, which is what I thought of it anyway, was still there. My parents would never forgive me. I'm not sure I could ever forgive myself. Tuesday night I had severe cramps and bled. Wednesday, the cramps and bleeding were still there and I stayed home. I told the girls the cramping was my period and that was that. They understood. Thursday, I went to work. I felt better even though I still had light bleeding but figured it was normal for my period. I also started my birth control pills. Something I never thought I would do. I convinced myself I was no longer worthy to have high moral values. I was worthless so what did it matter. I guess I grew up that day and finally faced reality. I was no longer that pure little innocent girl that my parents raised. Still, I was scared to face him. My eyes kept darting around the store hoping I would never see him again. I was lucky he only came through one or two days a month and after a two weeks of not seeing him, I calmed down a little. It was harder at home after I went to bed and I had time to dream about what he did to me, what I had become. Invariably, with my mind wondering, the feelings would came back and my fingers always found their way down there making me live the sensations all over. I imagined him making love to me over and over as I worked myself into a crushing orgasm. It was like this every night. I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop. One day when I was working he came in the store to work with the inventory crew and I caught him watching me. I tried to ignore him and during my break for lunch he followed me to the lunch room and tried to corner me and talk to me but I ducked out and hid in the rest room until my break was over. When I went back to the register, he didn't try to talk to me. I didn't see him after that and worked until it was time to go home. He never tried to talk to me in the store after that. The problem was I couldn't get him out of my mind. When I wasn't hard at work, my mind busy, I would think of him, day dream of him. I could feel his hands and mouth on my body, feeling his heat as he hover over me and entered me. I could feel the sweat drip from him as he kept up his thrusting into me. I could feel my rapid heartbeat, the heat of my sex swell as he brought me to climax. I could feel him stiffen and his cock flex and spasm as he released into me. This was so very real, these dreams. I was no longer that young innocent girl but a troubled woman, a fallen woman. I no longer attended church or any church activities. I hardly ever went home to my parents; I knew they would see through me and see what I had become. The second month working at the store was just as hard and was the most troubling for me. Each night after work, after getting back to our apartment and having dinner with my room mates, I would sneak out and find myself at his house hiding in the dark and watching, watching for him. Most nights he wouldn't be there. Then I would sneak back home, slip into bed and dream of him making love to me. When he was there, he was alone and I would watch until he went to bed, wanting him. One night when he wasn't home, I found an open window and snuck in. I explored the house, his belongings and found a spare key to the back door. I kept it and let myself in from then on and waited inside the house wondering what he would do if he found me. One night, a night I knew he would come home, I snuck in and waited for him. I didn't know exactly what I was going to do until I saw the lights of his car in the driveway and I heard him park in his garage. I quickly slipped out of my clothes, flipped the blankets back on the bed and lay down and waited for him in the dark. I waited what seemed like several hours before I heard him walking towards the bedroom turning on and off the lights as he came. Anticipation of him had already heated my body and I could feel the moisture slipping from me. My fingers may have helped as I had tweaked my nipples and had felt my swelling anticipation as my fingers had explored there. I lay there quietly my heart pounding, my breath shallow and gasping. When he entered the bedroom and turned on the light and saw me he just stood there looking with this surprised expression on his face. He stammered "Sara." I didn't say anything; I just spread my legs and reached out to him begging him to come to me. His shock gave away and he came to me, removing his clothes quickly as he came to the bed. He crawled on and as he leaned over me, I saw him for really the first time, his beautiful body. As he leaned down to kiss me, I reached for him and grasp his quickly growing hardness. It was the first time I had held him or any man and I was amazed at his growing size, how his shaft flexed as it grew how it filled with blood and grew harder. I squeezed him taking delight on how he reacted. I sat up and kissed it and tasted the growing salty pearl growing at its tip as I squeezed and pulled at him. I wondered how all of it could fit inside me. It was huge. I wasn't that innocent; I had seen penises before, I had brothers that I secretly spied on when I was just a kid. One time while playing and hiding in the barn, I watched one of them jack off. That fascinated me at the time, watching him as he played with it and soon stuff spurted out of it. I often hid there wanting to see it done again but it was only that one time. Later when I got a computer, I read about guys and looked at pictures on the internet. What I was holding now wasn't average size. I could barely reach around it and it was long. Longer than what my brothers had and fatter. I could grasp it with both hands and the swollen head still poked up past them. I wondered if what I read and heard was true, that some men were naturally bigger. My thoughts were interrupted. "Oh god Sara," he groaned as I slipped my lips around his swollen head and I sucked at him. "Oh god Sara, this feels so good. You've got to stop or you'll make me cum." I wanted him to but he pulled himself free and leaned in and kissed me. "There's time for that later. Right now I want to taste you." He flipped me back and dove down on me and sucked me in driving me wild. It was like before, our first time. He sent me crashing through many orgasms before he slowed down and looked me square in the eyes and said. "You missed me didn't you?" "Yes, you know I did." "Then why did you avoid me?" "I don't know..." My answer was muffled as he began kissing me deeply and I felt his hardness brushing at my swollen opening. In one swift shove, he was in eliciting a harsh gasp from me. It hurt the suddenness of being impaled so deeply, so quickly. My body had no time to adjust to him. "I'm sorry I hurt you, I was too impatient. I needed to get inside you, to feel you around me. I just couldn't hold back. I missed you so." He held himself still as I grimaced through the sharp pain and tried to relax as my body adjusted to him. "I forgot about my size and that you need me to go slow until you are used to me." "Just hold still and hold me." I told him as my legs wrapped loosely around him and I pulled him down to lay on top of me. "Just hold me and be still. Kiss me." We rolled around on the bed just kissing and holding each other, him keeping inside me, tasting each other as hands and mouths explored where they could. When he suckled and played with my breasts, he brought me to another orgasm. When I felt I was ready, I gyrated my hips up into him letting him know I was ready and wanted him. My hips pumping up like a piston were urging him on to not hold back. I wanted him to pound into me, wanted to feel the force of him. Flesh slapped against flesh, screams and moans of joy escaping our throats as we pounded against each other. I was in the throes of ecstasy as his pounding drew me in to an intense orgasm. I bucked, quivered and shook as my muscles spasmed and tried to milked at him trying to get him to release into me. I was gasping for air, heart pounding, moaning and screaming as the orgasm coursed through me. Midway, he stiffened and began his own release and my quivering body sucked him deeper into me. We rested and then continued our love making throughout the night, pausing only to rest up before the next intense release. We were going at each other like animals lost in primitive animal rut. We continued this for the rest of the summer, meeting whenever we could at his house. He tended to be there more often now and called me to make sure I would be there waiting for him. I nearly always was there waiting in his bed, longing for him and ready. He made sure each time was like the first time, leading me through multiple orgasms before he entered me, making me ready for him. He no longer hurt me when he entered and pounded into me. My body was always ready for him. When I left for college, he made sure I got a job with one of the stores in the grocery chain, one that was part of his responsibility to purchase for. We met several times a month throughout the time I was in school. I looked forward to the meetings. They were secret and no one ever found out. That first year in school I found out he was married. I found his wallet lying on the floor of the motel room one morning after he left. I looked through it and found a picture of him with a woman and three children. Somewhat jealous, I confronted him with it and he confessed. We talked our way through that. I realized we would never be a couple, my parents would not approve nor that matter the rest of my family. We had to be what we were, me his mistress and he my lover. That was ok with me as long as I had him. When I was out of school during the summers, we continued what we had. I went back to working in the store in my home town and we kept meeting in what I considered our house. I had moved into it and told my parents I was renting it. After I graduated, I moved to the town where he and his family lived in order to be closer to him and got a job with the firm I now work for. I bought a small place outside of town along a quiet country road where I could run peacefully in the fresh air. It is a very private piece of property and he meets me there whenever he can get away. I live far enough from my family that they usually call before coming to visit. Although I have been with other men and have always made sure it was protected sex with them, I have always let Ben take me freely. Our love making just wouldn't be the same, so satisfying if I could not feel him release into me and fill me. The arrangement suits my needs. It is so erotic, the contrast of his dark smooth skin and my whiteness. Someday though I know this will have to end and it saddens me... Fallen "Wakey, wakey little angel." The black haired demon lay cuddled up against her on the stone laden street his olive skin in contrast with her soft white, a clawed hand gently letting those sharp tips pet that porcelain flesh in admiration. She gasped and in shock tried to scramble away only to be held fast her wrist dragging her back to the ground. A golden chain on the other end and the wicked creature on the other end sporting a fang toothed grin and prominent cock. A beast attached to beast in her opinion the chaste angel had never beheld such a thing at the base of its length a golden ring matching that gleaming chain that bound them wrist to wrist. "Trust me these chains don't break." His twisted chuckle ringing in her ears. He had made his own attempt as she lay unconscious only moments ago until the thought of them being bound to such a...ravishing creature had its perks. Taking in a long hissing breath he stretched his sleek naked form on full display, defined and strong yet elegant, his free hand drawing teasing lines across the provocative vine like tattoos curling about his hips and entire left side. He was a very seductive beast, dragon like eyes and curling horns, his naked form gleaming in the moonlight, drawing innocent eyes to him the Angel couldn't take her eyes off of him. A flash of panic had her eyes wide "WHAT DID YOU DO?!" She screamed trying to break the trance his body art place upon her mind. She knew well what 'he' was 'who' he was Killian an incubus of repute. His tail curling over his hip almost as if playing its own game of com hither. "Not me, We, seems we're being punished...welcome to earth," he grinned letting his eyes wander to that velvet and hairless flower, licking his lips with an insanely long tongue "and we are...on display so to speak, but I don't mind the view one bit." subtle slim curves pert breasts, lovely little pink circle stand on end in the wispy night air. "Aren't you feeling a slight breeze." She yelped trying to cover up with only one free hand available to her, fighting to stay out of his reach and shield herself from those groping eyes. Her wings! She thought... yet couldn't feel their weight, their feathered mass "What, no, NO...no no no no no!" He chuckled as she fell to a babbling mess of tears and panic golden hair falling in her face as she fell to her knees. Killian sat up and pulled her close to him into an almost comforting embrace his hot flesh burning against her chilled frame. He dared to run a hand up the outside of her thigh and his slippery tail along the inside only to make her quiver, SLAP! The echo and silence that followed Killian sat still and silent a low laugh, in violent flash he gripped her body to his a laying in a slap of his own leaving an angry red print on that unblemished backside. She cried out and he pushed her against the nearest wall pressed into the gritty brick surface, his tongue like a snake gliding up her neck past the jaw and swirling about her ear coming to an end as he suckled and nibbled at that precious lobe "Might want to keep your voice down, I here you angels are rather bashful." Hissing those words she took into mind that she was chained to an Incubus, exposed vulnerable in the mortal realm...IN A CITY her eyes wide she gasped his hands curling around her front a claw playing at her navel circling inside it daring to go lower. The other stroking the inside of her thigh wordless in his efforts to corrupt this pretty little thing, the idea of this made his twisted mind spiral if not for his own 'punishment' this would be as close to heaven he'd get...chuckling at the pun in mind. She pushed off the wall in an attempt to free herself shoving him back only for him to fall dragging her down on top of him, she tried to scurry up past him but she merely managed to straddle his stomach she could feel his lust hovering behind her. Her attempts to get off weren't helping climbing up his fallen body only for Killian pull her down at the perfect angle and arm viced around a firm thigh the other on the flailing arm and chain landed the panicking angel onto his face as she struggled with meaningless slaps and strikes. But like any animal he was ruthless his grip wouldn't fail and his tongue wouldn't relent, he rimmed her ass and then ran the length roughly till he stopped at the top of her cunt, making her moan and shake, he shot his tongue inside her squirming about like a serpent while his lips massaged her nether lips. He had her panting in moments using his tail to slap her ass leaving red welts crisscrossing the hand print he'd left behind earlier, he loved hearing her squeal. He kept suckling and wriggling his tongue until this innocent little angel started rutting and moaning like a bitch in heat only to push her off him and haul her to her feet. She was still lost in lust and he wasn't going to let her be for more than a moment he wanted to deflower this pure creature in full view of all that he could gather. His hand working at her clit all the while walking her toward the city square nibbling her shoulder and twisting her nipples they could be seen from any window surrounding the old fountain, many of those belonging to the Inns and taverns scattered about. She was on edge but he slowed just enough to keep her from ever reaching climax placing her down on the cold stone ledge, wide enough to lay comfortable upon he took her legs and wrapped them about his waist, down stroking his growing cock "Beg little angel." I whispered softly "Beg." And so she did between her lustful moans, those soft pink lips spewing such sin was more than he could have dreamed for. He placed his cock in position letting the hungry cunt swallow its bulbous tip he sawed back and forth forcing her to arch her back biting on her lower lip, her free hand play with those perfect pearl orbs heaving with every breath the chained hand digging its fingernails into Killian's forearm. The sky cracked open with a bolt of lightning and Killian saw it as a sign robbing this angel of her purity as the icy rain poured down and the thunder shook everything around them, and even then he could still hear her scream. Feeling human eyes on him from every window, began to fuck her in earnest, forcing the first climax from her in moments but refusing to let her stop there, he wanted her to cum again and again with full knowledge of who was doing it to her, she would crave this feeling for the rest of her eternal life. He pounded forward as the rain stung their skin. His tail, delicately teased her asshole daring to plunge deeper with ever press, making her whimper "Please...please,plea,ple," He drew his cock back to the tip and thrust his tail forward "PLEASE!!!" She screamed, rivalling the thunder, and he followed after with another devastating thrust of his cock. There wasn't a moment something wasn't filling her, she came again and again her whole hugging and clenching the invaders milking the iron bar of a cock, he couldn't resist the hard squeezing and shot torrents of seed into the depths of this corrupted little angels cunt. Collapsing ontop of her the steam rising from their naked rain soaked skin, he kiss her hard "How's that feel little angel? Think we gave a good show." Killian guided her gaze to the tavern door where a large crowd stood in amazement. He could help but laugh kissing his little sinner again "Up for round two?"