1 comments/ 40616 views/ 1 favorites Taking Ethan By: Merry987 The summer I was 19 I was working at camp as a counselor. Hanging out with this guy Ethan. Ethan is religious and he's a virgin at 18. I wasn't. We talk a lot about his limits and what he was and wasn't comfortable doing with me. He's committed to staying a virgin until marriage. He asks that I respect that and that I do not either induce him or allow him to cross the lines he's established. I've known Ethan for many years and know him to be a serious person. I know his virginity is important to him and that he counts on me to be his partner in ensuring we are careful. Over a period of weeks we start a slow carnal exploration. A lot of kissing and over the clothes touching that leaves us both breathless and frustrated. I don't complain because I know his limits. After one heated session, he says "I love you but I can't make love to you". I respect that. But on one of our days off we go to our friend Judy's house in the city. It is a very hot day. We decide to nap upstairs while our friends watch movies in the cool basement. I took off my shirt and was wearing a tank top beneath. Pink I think. My huge breasts were swollen and spilling out of the material. I didn't care. It was hot and I wanted to be comfortable. Ethan approached me, fully clothed. He put his hand on the back of my neck, pulled me to him and kissed me HARD. Harder than ever before. Angry almost. It surprised me and I pulled back realizing he WAS angry. He was also hard...I could see the bulge in his jeans. This wasn't the first time but was the first time we were completely alone and the first time he seemed angry about it. I knew what my responsibility was...this was the point where I was supposed to cool things down so that he didn't do something he promised himself he would not do. And I was about to stop him. But then he touched my breast. Just placed his hand over it and rubbed. And I moaned. God, I was embarrassed. But he was entranced by my reaction, so he did it again. He pulled my tank top up and undid my bra. We both gasped as my breasts sprung free, nipples red, erect and swollen. Then he touched my nipple and I whimpered. It was at that point I think I stopped caring about Ethan's virginity. All I cared about was my need to have his hands and mouth on me. I thrust my breasts out to meet his hands and whimpered and moaned as he touched me. At first he was gentle, unsure.....then rough and forceful when he saw how I reacted. I asked him if he wanted to put my nipple in his mouth. He dipped his head down and took a very sensitive nipple into his mouth. Once he did, it was all over. I took off my remaining clothes the moment he asked me to do so. I lay on the bed naked but he just stared at me looking angry and frustrated and conflicted. Then I spread my legs. Wide. He just stared. Now I was pissed and frustrated. And confused. I started to get up and gather my clothes but he stopped me. He told me to stay and that we could explore but still be "safe". He got undressed quickly and was kissing me gently like he usually did. I was distracted however by his cock. I had never seen it before and it was big. So much longer than I ever would have imagined. I never thought of him as a true sexual animal but this massive hard purple cock was pressed against my stomach and I wanted it. I knew that it would be easy to seduce him but I didn't want to do that because I had promised I wouldn't. But the more he kissed me amd touched my nipples lightly with his fingers and his tongue, the less I cared about my promise. I was dripping wet and aching to be fucked. My body writhed against his and practically begged. He shook his head at me. "No." He rubbed against me and sucked my nipples over and over. I was practically crying with need. And then I broke my promise...I begged. As he lay there on top of me playing with my body, I begged him to fuck me. Again, he shook his head. This happened over and over as he assaulted my breasts and shoved fingers into my sopping wet pussy. I would beg and he would say NO to me. Then it hit me! He was teasing me on purpose. This had been his desire all along. To make me beg for him. And I had. Fuck! As the realization hit me, I could feel the tip of his swollen cock at the entrance of my slick pussy and then, he THRUST. Hard and deep. I think I screamed but his mouth was on mine so he muffled my cries. He fucked me long, deep and hard while I whimpered and cling to him. Begging him for more. And he gave it to me until my pussy was raw and sore. When he came, he shuddered violently. I was afraid to look at him. I felt afraid he would be angry. My pussy hurt so much. The fucking had been intense and violent. I had loved it. But I said nothing. Neither did he. Instead, after awhile, he put his mouth on my nipples and sucked. I realized he wasn't finished with me yet. After that, we fucked all summer. Gone was the shy boy with the quiet manner. He had learned that all he had to do was touch my nipples to control me. I'd like to think he forgave me for taking his virginity but I suspect that somewhere along the way he had already decided to fuck me so it wasn't really my fault. What do you think? Taking Ethan Ch. 02 SMACK! Smack! Smack! The shocking pain of the spanking brought unexpected tears to my eyes. I panted. "Thank you, sir," I whimpered as my abused pussy burned and stung from Ethan's blows. He waited. Watching me squirm beneath him, a severe look on his face. Waiting for me to settle before the next slap. Ethan liked it when I settled down between spankings. Liked me to be on solid ground so he would knock me off kilter again. I panted and shook . The pain was outrageous. My bald pussy was bright red and swollen, the outer lips puffy and raw, I could see Ethan's hand prints all over me, marking my skin. "Shhh...shhh," he whispered in my ear, "settle now, Pet. Deep breaths." I whimpered, trying hard to control myself, trying hard not to cry. Ethan looked down on me. He kiSsed me deeply and whispered, "You brought this on yourself, Pet". And so I had. Last summer Ethan had been a virgin with deep religious beliefs and a commitment to chastity until marriage. I respected that and tried hard to keep us from doing anything too intimate. That is until one afternoon when he touched and sucked my nipples, ordered me out of my clothes and then teased me for hours until I literally begged. Then, he held me down and took me hard...repeatedly. For days afterwards, with every movement or breath I could feel my sore breasts, nipples and pussy. Nothing was the same after that. Not only had Ethan discovered sex, he discovered that he liked it rough and he liked to be in charge. He also discovered that he had no regard for what others though and flaunted his ability to control me. I was his and if he wanted to reach over and fondle me in public, then he did so. At first I would playfully swat his hand away but soon came to understand that there was no saying No to Ethan. The first and only time I seriously tried to stop him, he had literally reached into my dress to stroke my nipple while his buddy Asher sat opposite us at the dinner table. I froze. And my nipple stiffened into a firm aching peak. I was mortified. I angled my body away so he couldn't access my breasts. I didn't notice the detached look that came over his face but clearly heard him ask Asher for his belt. His belt? Aside from being Ethan's buddy, I knew little about the huge hulking ball player except that he looked menacing. He stood up and slowly unbuckled his belt, shaking his head at me. He looked at me seriously, as a parent might a naughty child "Baby, your going to have to learn your place, " he said quietly. I was shocked. Asher handed Ethan his belt and I gulped, fearing what Ethan had planned. After opening the front of my dress, exposing my breasts with their pink rosebud nipples, Ethan used the belt to tie my hands behind my back, which had the dual affect of immobilizing me and causing my breasts to thrust up and out in the most obscene way. I was mortified. I was starting to understand that he liked me that way. What happened next changed things forever. Ethan, under Asher's tutelage trained me to service him. They made me understand that I was Ethan's and he had the right to do anything he wished to me, anytime, any place. At first, I was incredulous. This was barbaric and archaic and insane. And yet, they sucked my nipples and coaxed my legs and my ass apart night after night, taking turns "teaching me" and training me to obey. Being Ethan's also meant he could force me to allow his other friends to touch me intimately, suck my nipples, thrust fingers up into my cunt and anything else they wanted or that Ethan told them to do. Asher was of course a regular fixture. Ethan would make me kneel and take Asher's cock in my mouth. He would then hold me down and tell Asher to fuck my face. As spit and cum dripped from my chin, Ethan would murmur, "Good Girl...take it, girl" over and over. And I did. I soon came to crave his dominance, his total control and inevitably I succumbed completely. I learned to obey Ethan as my Master and to be his good girl. He reinforced this lesson time and again. Sometimes putting me over his knee and spanking my ass until my thighs were sticky and I squirmed in his lap, begging to be fucked. Sometimes spanking my well used pussy as cum leaked out of me. After each session, he would without fail, take my ass. This was HIS by right. He made me understand that I was his and taking my ass was the ultimate sign of his possession. No amount of begging, crying, pleading or squirming away could keep Ethan from claiming what belonged to him. It always ended he same...an oversized Dildo in my pussy, Ethan's monster cock buried in my ass to the hilt and me screaming in pain and pleasure, whimpering, begging and ultimately surrendering completely to my strong Master.