Chapter Twelve Truth in Shame #3
The feel of her sex stretching around his shaft anew had him groaning. She was very, very wet, the recollection of her story seeming to excite her even more as he used her for his selfish needs.
“It’s too… tight!”
“I know it is. Does it hurt still?”
She panted. “Yes.”
“Then it’s as it should be. More, Selena. I want all of you.”
“Ah!” She shuddered as the head of his cock made contact with the mouth of her womb. She moved her hips as if to signal she was done.
He knew better.
“You can take more.”
Then she did, his penis pushing still deeper, lodging itself tightly into the very furthest reaches of her sheath.
He was much too large for her to take all of his length, but he was more than satisfied with that, loving the way her juices dripped down the part of his shaft that wasn’t able to get inside of her, his pubic hair now glistening, sticky with her wetness.
Her thighs trembled, her fingers twisting together. Tentatively, she rose up on him, his girth causing her lips to stick to him. Then she lowered again, her breath coming in one long, strained exhale.
“Good. Now, continue.”
She took up a hesitant, halting, up-and-down thrusting upon him, and he thought he might explode with his need, his balls already boiling.
“Oh! I, ah, Langley… liked to see them at the… end of the day. He made me… stand in front of him, and unstrap them. Then he would tell me I was… a bad girl. That I should feel… shame for my breasts.”
That was something he didn’t at all expect, and he was tempted to stop her. But strangely, recounting her story seemed to be arousing her even more, her pussy swollen, and soaking wet as it coursed up and down his length.
“He would tell me that girls with… big breasts were meant to be used. How I was a… big-titted whore. That I was a dirty slut, that my… breasts were for… men to use, and fuck, and that I was… meant to kneel down and suck cock.” She was now panting openly, her voice strained.
“He would slap them. Slap my face sometimes too… and I…”
“You liked all of it. You needed it, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t understand it.” She groaned loudly, cursing under her breath as she slammed herself down upon him, driving him the furthest yet into her depths.
“I… don’t understand it now. He degraded me…
and I… it made me even wetter. But there was always something not right about it.
It’s more confusing now… than it was even then. ”
He released her shoulder, only to twist his fist in her long hair, hauling down on it until her face turned upward. Her breaths came in high-pitched gusts as he drove up into her repeatedly, squeezing her wrists brutally tight.
“It makes perfect sense. It is your nature. You are a mate, you’re my mate.
You yield, you submit, you give—and sacrifice.
” He thrust hard again, and her moan was half pain, half blissful abandon.
She clenched down upon him each time he drew her back up his shaft, loosening as she plunged down again, her pussy like a boiling lake now.
“The shame… the objectification… it was wrong… all of it. But it was… so right too.”
“There is no shame here.” Her sex made wet sucking sounds as he continued to plunder it, his orgasm gathering.
He was very, very close now. “You will submit, and sometimes it will be difficult. Sometimes it will be… not what you want. And yet you’ll submit regardless.
Because that is your purpose—to be taken, to be claimed. To be a mate. Mine, forever.”
“Oh, no… I’m… I’m coming!” she cried out. He drew her up and down his shaft mercilessly, using her body to sate his lusts, to imprint upon her that here, with him, all she needed to worry about was doing whatever she was told.
In submitting.
In yielding.
In being what he made of her.
Then she cried out again, her orgasm overtaking her, her pussy frantically squeezing and releasing, over and over as he continued fucking her.
Her fluids flooded down upon his groin, the heat and wetness dripping from his balls.
Her thighs went tense, then began to quiver uncontrollably, her hips bucking and twisting upon him.
The friction of her movements proved too much for him, and he tipped over into climax as well, his balls tingling, vision graying, his semen exploding from him. Filling her with his seed, it poured out of her well-stretched cunt, coating his cock a hot, wet line of it dripping down his inner thigh.
She collapsed against him then, her head lolling, her moaning almost continuous. He caressed her breasts, whispering in her ear, as she slowly came down from her orgasm, her pussy quivering around his still semi-hard cock embedded deep within her.
“These are meant to be used, and sucked, and fucked, even hurt too. For males to enjoy. But they’re also beautiful—just like you—and you are never to be ashamed of them. Not anymore.”
He leaned back upon the bed then, taking her with him, and tucking her still trembling body next to him, they laid in silence, falling asleep to the soft sounds of the jungle valley all around them.