Mahera had always been the heart of the senior class—warm, radiant, and effortlessly magnetic. With her long, dark hair cascading down her back and a smile that could soften even the sternest teacher, she carried herself with a quiet confidence that drew people in. Her presence was gentle yet unmistakable, and her laughter—light and unguarded—often echoed through the school corridors like a melody everyone wanted to follow.
She was brilliant in the classroom, often topping exams without ever seeming boastful. Yet she had a whimsical side too—forgetting her locker combination, misplacing her notes, or showing up to class with mismatched socks. It was this blend of intelligence and innocence that made her so endearing. Teachers admired her curiosity; classmates adored her sincerity.
Mahera had a way of making friends quickly—not because she tried to impress, but because she made people feel seen. She listened with genuine interest, remembered small details, and always knew how to lift someone’s spirits. She was the kind of girl who brought homemade sweets for everyone during Diwali, even though most of her classmates didn’t celebrate it.
Her story began far from London, in the bustling lanes of Mumbai. After her parents separated when she was just four, Mahera moved to the UK with her mother, who was determined to build a new life. The shift was jarring at first—new language, new customs, new faces—but Mahera adapted with quiet resilience. Over the years, she learned to straddle two worlds: the vibrant traditions of her Indian roots and the modern rhythm of London life. Her mother often said she had the soul of a poet and the mind of a scientist, and Mahera lived up to both.
Now in her late teens, Mahera had blossomed into a striking young woman—poised, graceful, and effortlessly captivating. Her features had matured, carrying the quiet elegance of her mother and the expressive eyes of her father. There was something magnetic about her presence: not just in how she looked, but in how she moved through the world—with kindness, curiosity, and a spark that made people take notice.
At school, she was admired not just for her beauty, but for the way she carried herself. She had a natural sense of style—never flashy, always thoughtful. Flowing kurtas on some days, denim jackets on others, Mahera blended cultures with ease. Her long hair, often braided or left loose, framed a face that lit up when she spoke about things she loved—books, music, or her dreams of studying psychology.
Though she attracted attention, Mahera never let it define her. Compliments came often, but she remained grounded, more interested in meaningful conversations than shallow praise. She had learned early on that beauty could open doors, but it was character that kept them open. Her friends admired her for her loyalty and warmth, and even those who barely knew her felt drawn to her sincerity.
There were moments, of course, when Mahera felt the weight of expectations—of being noticed, of being admired, of being “the good girl.” But she was learning to navigate that too, with the quiet strength she’d inherited from her mother and the wisdom she’d earned through experience.
With long dark hair, a beautiful smile, perky breasts, and shapely toned legs, Mahera always got lots of attention from the guys at her high school. She was both academically brilliant and a little ditzy, which just made her even cuter. Mahera made lots of friends quickly because she was fun to be around, and being the “good girl”, she was also the most innocent.
Had her mother known that her “good girl” daughter had been secretly dating a college guy for over a month now she would have hit the roof.
His name was Jake. He had asked Mahera out on the same day he met her at the local coffee house. She was a little shy but really liked the attention she was getting from this very attractive and confident college guy. His deep brown eyes were hypnotic, and his smile could make any girl melt. Over the past few weeks, he had persuaded Mahera to do things she would never have considered doing before. She would sneak out of the house to meet him at night, break curfew without her parents finding out, and text pictures of herself wearing outfits she would never have been allowed to wear before.
Mahera had regular make out sessions with Jake in the back seat of his car, but that was as far as she allowed herself to go. Still a virgin, Mahera wanted to save herself for marriage. He seemed to respect her wishes, but like a determined hunter, he was biding his time.
One Saturday in the spring of her senior year, Mahera and her mother were spending the day shopping together. Mahera had always been close to her mom since she was little and they had done mother/daughter things together for many years. As Mahera grew into a beautiful teenager, the two loved to go shopping for new clothes together. For Mahera’s mom, it was a way to make sure her daughter didn’t select outfits that she wouldn’t approve of normally.
Today Mahera and her mother were looking for new swimsuits and had been trying on a variety of outfits in their favorite department store.
“I’ll give these a try,” said Mahera taking several bikinis with her towards the dressing rooms while her mother searched for a swimsuit of her own.
The dressing rooms were empty so Mahera just chose one of the rooms with several mirrors and closed the door, hanging the bikinis on the wall hook. Crossing her arms at her waist, Mahera pulled her green t-shirt off over her head and placed it on the small shelf. Stepping out of her shoes and socks, Mahera gripped the waistband of her black nylon shorts, tugging them over her hips and down her shapely legs.
The teenager looked at herself in one of the wall mirrors as she arched her back and unhooked her white lace bra. Mahera always felt a little uncomfortable taking off all her clothes in a dressing room, but when trying on bikinis it was important to see the fit. As she slid her white lace panties down, Mahera couldn’t help but look at herself to assess her own figure. Everyone always told her she had a fantastic body, and boys always looked at her like they want to touch her everywhere.
Years of dance classes had given Mahera a great figure. Her legs were very toned and flexible. She could fall into a split easily, and her perky breasts got a lot of attention from boys. Mahera’s rear was shapely and guys liked to look at it when she walked or bent over. She had always felt a little embarrassed when boys stared at her rear, but they seemed to enjoy it so she never said anything about it.
Suddenly feeling exposed again, Mahera quickly took one of the bikinis and tried it on, placing the top over her breasts and reaching behind her back to tie the straps. The bikini top was a kind of sea green color and pushed her breasts up nicely. She had left off the straps that normally go around the neck, and the top itself was a little small for her perky mounds. The multi-colored bottoms were on the small side too. Tying the strings in a bow on her hips, Mahera noticed they could easily be untied by anyone who got close enough. Usually, Mahera never wore anything so daring because she felt like she would be on display for all the high school boys who tended to stare at her a lot. Looking at herself in the mirror though, in the privacy of the dressing room, she had to admit that wearing such a small bikini made her feel really sexy.
KNOCK KNOCK
Someone was at the door to the dressing room.
“Hang on mom,” Mahera said unlocking the door. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
Mahera turned around and jumped in surprise when she saw not her mom at the door, but her boyfriend.
“oh my god!” Mahera exclaimed. “You scared the life out of me!”
He smiled as he looked at the teenager, making no effort to hide his gaze as he slowly scanned her body up and down. Mahera subconsciously covered herself with her arms, her breasts heaving from her heavy breathing.
“What are you doing here?” Mahera asked, noticing that Jake was locking the door again.
“You told me you were going swimsuit shopping,” he said moving towards her, “I decided to come help you.”
“But you can’t just…” Mahera started to protest but the college student cut her off mid-sentence. In one quick motion, he took Mahera with both hands and spun her around to face one of the mirrors, giving her a forceful shove. Mahera quickly placed her hands against the wall to prevent herself from slamming into it, her long brunette hair brushing against the mirror.
“Don’t move,” he ordered placing his hands on Mahera’s bare shoulders. Before the teenager could turn around, she felt her boyfriend lean in and kiss the back of her neck as his hands massaged her shoulders.
Taken by surprise, Mahera gasped out loud. She could see her reflection in the mirror, and her eyes were filled with both fear and anticipation as his warm soft lips worked their way around her neck to gently blow into her ear.
Mahera’s eyes went wide and looked around. “No don’t,” she whispered worriedly. “My mom is out there. If we get caught…”
“Shh,” he whispered into her ear, his hands leaving her shoulders and caressing down her arms. “No one is going to find out…as long as you keep quiet.”
“But…” Mahera hesitated as she felt his hands running sensuously through her long dark hair. “oh my god, we can’t do this. We just can’t.”
Jake leaned close to whisper in the virgin’s ear as he gently kissed the back of her neck.
“Yes… (kiss) we… (kiss) can… (kiss).”
Both of them could feel the sexual tension, and she desperately wanted him to do more. As his hands settled on Mahera’s hips, the teenager felt her pussy tingle.
“I…want him so badly,” Mahera thought to herself. “Mygod, I’m not even sure if I know what that means.”
Suddenly Mahera felt the college student grab her and pull her hips up against him.
“OH!” Mahera gasped as she felt something hard up against her ass. She was bent a little at the waist by the force of the movement and her eyes went wide in panic, anticipating what he was going to do to her.
Gripping her tightly against his member, he began to thrust his hips up into her shapely rear. Mahera could feel his hard cock grinding into her. She had never felt one or even seen one in person, and now there was a giant hard one behind her and she could feel it. He ground forcefully into her. She was nervous but hot and excited by the entire thing at the same time. Each time Mahera felt him gyrate a bit behind her she let out involuntary groans, gasps, and moans.
“I’m going to be in so much trouble if I don’t stop this soon!” Mahera thought to herself as she looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes pleading for him to both stop and continue at the same time.
His hands moved from Mahera’s hips inward to her thighs as they traveled closer and closer to the middle of her legs. He wanted to touch her “there”, and she wanted him to…badly.
“This isn’t safe!” Mahera thought to herself. “What if mom discovers us?!? oh god I’m going to get in sooooo much trouble.” Mahera tried closing her legs but he was having none of that and was able to hold her legs open with his arms alone.
“WAIT! NO DON’T!” Mahera said in a loud, panting whisper, eyes pleading. Her hands grasped at his to try and stop him but it was too late. His fingertips were brushing over her hot little spot and the teenager’s body was working against her judgment.
Mahera’s hands, once fighting to keep him away, now loosened a bit, and actually helped move his hands closer…closer…
“OH!” Mahera gasped. It was the first time ever that someone else had touched her pussy…and it felt fantastic. The tingles were better than any feeling she had ever experienced before. The horny teen’s mouth fell open and she could see the lust in both their eyes through the mirror reflection.
“oh my god please we can’t do this!” Mahera begged as her world began to crumble. “My mom is right outside! I…I’ve never done anything like this. Please…oh god…please it feels so good….we can’t!”
He didn’t respond with words. A forceful shove from behind with his hips and hard cock against her ass caused Mahera to yelp. His determined hands fought to get under her bikini bottoms and at her hot pussy. He turned Mahera’s head to look over her shoulder and planted his lips firmly on hers. It was a full assault on the virgin’s body…and he was winning.
Mahera felt the tips of his right hand push under the bottom of her swimsuit and begin to gently rub her young pussy. The eighteen year old was panting like an excited puppy and slowly losing her balance. Mahera fell forward a bit and clutched his right hand with hers. She was scared he would go further, and at the same time afraid he would stop. His left hand moved slowly over one of her breasts and clutched it hard.
“Ah!! oh my god, this feels so good. My head is spinning, what are you doing to me!?”
“Do you like the way I’m touching you Baby? Your body sure likes it.”
“I want you so badly. You’re driving me crazy! I’ve never felt this before.”
“What do you want Baby? Tell me, I want to hear you say it.”
“I don’t even know. I don’t want you to stop. I want you to do more.”
“Tell me what you want Baby.”
“Your hands… your fingers… deeper.” The teen swallowed hard as she said the words. Her boyfriend, knowing exactly how to pleasure a woman, inserted two fingers inside Mahera’s warm, moist pussy while his thumb and index finger found her clitoris and gently stroked it over and over.
“oh god!” Mahera cried out as his fingers invaded her. The teen gripped the wall in tension with one hand and quickly covered her mouth with the other, desperately trying to keep from screaming.
“His fingers are inside my pussy!” Mahera thought to herself. “My god I’m getting soaked! I didn’t even know that was possible.”
While the college student’s right hand literally tortured Mahera’s pussy, his other hand pulled on her bikini top and the teen’s left breast popped out of her swimsuit. His hand immediately cupped her perky mound and began to rub and squeeze her hard nipple. Mahera continued to see herself in the mirror, watching his experienced hands as they touched the most private places of her young body.
“oh god what are you doing with your hands? oh my god, it feels so good. What are you doing to me? Please don’t stop! oh my god! WHAT IS HAPPENING!?! OH!! UUUHHH!!! UUUNNHHH!!!!”
“You’re going to come Baby,” he said as he felt her quivering pussy start to clamp down on his torturous fingers. “Come on baby, that’s it. Yes, come for me Baby!”
Mahera was panting and shaking and gushing liquid all over his hand as he finger blasted the virgin’s pussy. It was her first orgasm…and it was amazing! Her first climax quickly became her second as he refused to let up on his relentless manipulation of her amazing unravaged body.
“Stop! oh my god, not again!” Mahera watched herself in the mirror as the tidal wave of pleasure overwhelmed her senses. “Please, I can’t take it, stop! oh my god, here it comes again! PLEASE NO! UUUH! UUUH! AAAHAH!! oh god!!! YEEEES!!!!”
Mahera tried desperately to keep her voice down, crying out in loud whispers as her entire body convulsed from a pleasure overload. She knew her mom was somewhere close by and at any moment could catch her with a college guy’s fingers inside her warm moist depths.
“oh god don’t scream,” Mahera whispered to herself, her breath fogging up the mirror only inches in front of her. “Please don’t scream.”
As fast as his fingers entered the teenager’s pussy, they were gone, leaving her shaking, breathless, and a little embarrassed, but still quite a bit horny. Now that Mahera knew what an orgasm felt like, she wanted him to give her more.
The college guy whipped Mahera around so her back was to the mirror now. He kissed her passionately and she melted into his body, completely under his spell.
Before she knew what happened, he had taken Mahera’s wrists and placed them above her head against the mirror. Breathing heavily in anticipation, Mahera looked at him hesitantly.
“oh god, what are you going to do to me?”
Without answering, he placed his hand under Mahera’s knee and slowly raised her right leg high, placing her ankle on his shoulder.
Mahera’s mouth fell open in surprise as her flexible legs were manipulated into a standing split. Having her arms and back against the mirror helped the teenager keep her balance.
“What are you do…mmmMMM!!” Mahera was stopped in mid-sentence as jake kissed her hard. His hands disappeared down below, and suddenly Mahera felt the strings on her bikini bottoms being tugged.
“MMMM!!! MMMMM!!!!!” Mahera tried to protest through their kiss but he held her firmly against the mirror as the bikini strings popped and the bottoms fell to the floor.
“oh god, this is really happening!” Mahera thought as she braced herself for another invasion of her now completely exposed pussy. “Please please please don’t let us get caught!” She had never felt so vulnerable in her life as she waited for his fingers to force another orgasm out of her.
As Mahera felt the walls of her labia being opened, she thought her tormentor was trying to put all his fingers in her pussy at once.
“Ow! Go easy,” Mahera whispered. “It’s too many.”
“Too many what, Baby?”
The virgin looked down and realized that it wasn’t his fingers entering her pussy.
“oh my god!!” Mahera whispered as loud as she could. “NO! STOP! I’m a virgin! We can’t! My mom is right outside! STOP!”
It was too late. Mahera felt the tip of his cock enter her most intimate place. He was taking her and there was nothing she could do about it without letting her mom know what was going on. There were feelings of slight pain, lust, longing, and fear all at once. Grabbing both cheeks of Mahera’s bare ass with his hands, he pushed his manhood harder into the warmth of her undefiled cunt.
“OW! Please, no not here! Not now! It’s too big! We’re going to get caught!”
“Baby, I want to fuck you more than anything I’ve ever wanted before, and I am going to have you right here and now.”
“OH!” Mahera felt another push and more of his cock penetrated her depths. Her gorgeous shapely legs were spread as wide as they could go, giving him the perfect angle for his cock to violate her. His thrusts got more powerful and his hard shaft tunneled deeper into the high school girl. Mahera gasped as her virgin pussy tried to take this monster of a cock.
“Please, you’re too big for me,” Mahera said almost begging. “I can’t do it! Please don’t do this to meeeEEEE…”
The teen was cut off by a hard thrust that broke through her interior defenses. Mahera held her breath and froze as her boyfriend pushed one long deep stroke of his huge cock into her tight walls. She could actually feel his throbbing manhood deep inside her.
Mahera looked down and saw about half of his giant member inside her. The high school girl’s eyes went wide. This wasn’t over. There was more…much more.
Mahera’s hymen was gone, and in its place was this magnificently huge cock from a guy she barely knew that had already brought her to two mind-bending orgasms in a public dressing room while her mom was outside completely oblivious to what he was doing to her daughter.
He pushed forward again driving his cock still deeper and harder into her. Mahera’s head lay back against the mirror as this college guy used her body for his pleasure. His thrusts became harder and faster, and her once tight innocent unravaged pussy accepted all of this man’s giant cock. She was being used and letting it happen. Worst of all, it was starting to feel really good.
The college guy was pounding into Mahera now with no pretense of love, only raw lust and power. She noticed that the pain was gone and been replaced by her own longing for carnal pleasure. She wanted him to take her this way…rough, dominant, and immediate.
“oh god this feels amazing,” Mahera panted through quick breaths between his powerful strokes into her depths. “Fuck me, please fuck me.”
As Mahera said those words for the first time in her life, she realized she knew what fucking was now. This was fucking. She was getting fucked…by a college man with a huge rock hard cock…and she loved it.
This college guy began pounding into the high school girl furiously. Mahera began moving her own body in time with his. She knew her legs were going to be really sore tomorrow being held in this standing split for so long, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was another explosion of pleasure to rock her world.
“oh godyes!!!” Mahera wrapped her arms around his shoulders and whispered loudly into his ear. “This feels so good!”
“What do you want me to do to you Baby?” He said pummeling her pussy. “Tell me what you want! Say the words.”
“I want your cock baby,” Mahera said desperately. “Please give it to me. Harder! oh godyes! Harder! Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
“Say it again, Baby.”
“Oh fuck!” Mahera struggled with every fiber of her being to keep from crying out. Her voice trembled. “I want your cock now! Fuck me! UUUUUUHHHHHH!”
Satisfied with her answer, the college guy slammed his hard cock far into Mahera’s depths. The high school girl bucked wildly back at him, whispering as loud as she dared into his ear.
“Fuck me…use me…take me.”
His free hand reached up and ripped the bikini top off, causing Mahera’s breasts to fly out bouncing in all directions. He quickly took her right breast in his warm mouth and suckled hard on it.
“AAAAHHH YES! oh my god I’m going to do it again. Please don’t stop!”
“You’re going to do what again, Baby? Say it or I swear I will stop!”
“I’m going to have an orgasm!”
Not satisfied with her response, he paused.
Mahera’s eyes went wide. “No! I said it! Don’t stop!!”
“I want to hear you talk dirty,” he replied. “Say it the naughty way.”
“Oh fuck…you bastard!” Mahera would have done anything he asked if he would just keep pumping her. “I’m going to fucking come. Take my pussy and make me fucking commmmmm…”
The college student slammed back into the high school girl before she could finish her sentence. Mahera covered her mouth and screamed into her hand as she came for the third time in just a few minutes. Her legs were shaking as her pussy contracted again and again around the hard as steel shaft inside her. Her hips were dancing as if they had a mind of their own, working his cock like a machine. Mahera never wanted this feeling to end.
(KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK)
“Mahi?”
“NO!” Mahera thought to herself as disaster was about to strike. “No Mom, go! Please! Not now! oh god!”
None of this distracted the college student in the least as he continued his defilement of the virgin’s pussy.
“How hot is this, Baby?” He whispered into her ear as he pumped deep into her cunt. “Your mom is right outside. She has no idea I’m in here fucking her daughter.”
“Mahi?” Came the voice from the other side of the door.
“You’d better answer your mom,” he whispered refusing to stop humping her daughter.
With all of her concentration and willpower, Mahera desperately tried to sound like there wasn’t a massive cock pumping into her. “I’m…I’m not done yet. Give me…ummm…give me a few minutes.”
“Okay, I’ll be right outside,” her mom replied.
“Fuck,” Mahera whispered. “She’ll hear us!”
“I could let her in if you like,” he whispered, still pumping her. “I’d love her to watch her daughter lose her virginity.”
Mahera’s eyes widened. “No! You can’t!”
“Sure I can,” he replied. “I could even give your mom the best fuck she’s ever had once I’m done deflowering you.”
“No!” Mahera said firmly. “Leave my mom out of this!” The teenager wondered whether she was really trying to protect her mother or just wanting to keep her boyfriend to herself.
“Then you better not scream,” he warned, “because I’m going to fucking come inside you, and the only chance you have to stop me is right now.”
The high school virgin looked deep into his dark brown eyes. Could she actually let him come inside her? Could she allow him to defile her pussy? Was she fertile right now? Could he possibly get her pregnant? There was no turning back.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked.
Mahera was quiet for a long moment. “No. Use me now.”
It was the last thing she heard. Jake’s cock pounded deep into the high school girl.
“YES!!” Mahera whispered. “oh god!! FUCK ME!! UUUUUUSE ME!!!”
The college student fucked the virgin for all he was worth. He used every ounce of muscle and power in his body to drive his cock as far into Mahera as possible, as fast and hard as possible. She was too far gone to do anything except lose herself in the overwhelming waves of pleasure.
Mahera could hear in his breathing and feel in his fucking that he was close. She felt his cock getting much larger and much thicker if that were even possible.
“Oh fuck yes! I’m going to come inside you Baby.”
“Yes baby!” Mahera whispered in desperation. “Use my body. Come inside me. I want to feel it. I want to feel that huge cock explode in me!”
“Oh fuck Baby!!” It was all he could say before his entire body locked in tension. Mahera felt his cock grow so thick and begin to pulse inside her.
She wanted to scream, but all Mahera could do was hold on for dear life as her body went into massive orgasmic convulsions. She felt every pulse of his cock as it delivered its hot liquid deep into her womb. It was a rush unlike anything Mahera had ever felt before as her virgin pussy was being defiled. Catching a glimpse of herself in one of the mirrors, Mahera watched as her boyfriend unloaded into her depths.
As the college student finished emptying himself into her, he thrust and grunted softly a few more times holding Mahera’s body tightly to him as he finished her off.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“Mahi?”
“oh god did she hear us?” Mahera thought to herself as she struggled to control her breathing and sound normal. “Y-Yes mom?”
“If you’re going to be a few more minutes I’m going to get a coffee. Would you like anything?”
Mahera rolled her eyes as she and her boyfriend exchanged a secret smile with each other. The image was surreal. Mahera was completely naked in a standing split talking to her mother on the other side of the door while her boyfriend’s cock was still inside her pussy having just defiled it.
“Sure,” Mahera replied. “Milk no sugar. Give me ten more minutes.”
“Okay,” her mom replied. “Back in a few.”
After hearing her walk away, the college student raised his eyebrows at Mahera. “Ten minutes huh? Then we’ll have to work fast.”
Mahera’s eyes widened as realization dawned that he wasn’t through with her yet.
Before she could reply, he grabbed Mahera by the hair and slammed his mouth into hers and kissed the high school girl more lustfully than ever. Then spinning Mahera around quickly, he forced her to bend over onto the shelf attached to the dressing room wall.
Mahera flipped her head back so her long dark hair swung to one side, looking at him over her shoulder with pleading eyes. “oh my god,” Mahera thought to herself. “He’s rock hard again!”
Just then he took his hand and slapped the high school girl’s ass hard.
(SMACK)
Taken by surprise, Mahera gave a girly yelp as she was spanked. Had her mom not left she absolutely would have heard her. He roughly grabbed Mahera by the hair and yanked up hard causing her to bend up arching her back, her breasts jutting out for display.
He whispered in her ear: “I’m going to fuck you again Baby, and this time it’s going to be rough.”
Scared of what was about to happen to her, Mahera hesitated. “But…I don’t want…”
(SMACK)
He cut her off mid-sentence with another slap to the ass. “It doesn’t matter what you want bitch. I own you now. Your body is mine and I’ll do whatever I want to it. Understand?”
Mahera nodded in compliance.
“Open your mouth.”
As Mahera timidly dropped her jaw, the college student took the bikini she had been wearing and stuffed it into her mouth to muffle her voice. The high school girl didn’t resist, allowing him to essentially gag her. Then, with no warning, he slammed his cock into her to the very depths of her pussy.
“MMMMMM!!!!!” Mahera yelled into the gag. She was in shock from the sudden force at first, then she recovered, feeling his cock stroking in and out of her with agonizingly slow precision.
He gently guided Mahera’s upper body to rest on the shelf. Her perky tits pushed down and flattened out in all directions onto the surface. He ran his hands down her back slowly and gently until they rested on top of her curvy spanked ass.
“Grab the edges of the shelf with your hands. You’ll need some support and leverage for this.”
Mahera did as she was told.
“Ready?” He asked.
“oh god what is he going to do to me?” Mahera thought in her head.
“Mmm Hmm.” Mahera nodded.
He immediately began to pound Mahera’s pussy like a jack hammering fucking barrage. He went from zero to 100 miles per hour on her pussy and she was immediately screaming in fear, anticipated pain, and pleasure. He held his conquest down with all his weight on her back at the top of her ass. Her feet lifted off the floor from each thrust and she was suspended on the shelf getting rammed mercilessly.
“oh my god, YES FUCK ME!” Mahera screamed in her head. All she could do was take the pounding, screaming into the bikini gag as she looked back at him. “I want him to own my body and use me.” She thought to herself. “My only reason for being is to service his cock. I feel like such a dirty little whore.”
Her body was dirty. Mahera remembered her mother telling her when she was young it was dirty. She remembered her father looking at her as she grew up and developed like it was dirty. She remembered the boys leering at her in gym class like it was dirty. She remembered the girls averting their eyes at her in the gym locker room like it was dirty. Now she was being used like it was dirty, and she loved it.
She felt the weight of his body on top of hers and his fingers grasped her left breast. Then, his right hand found that special spot between Mahera’s legs, just above her hot pulsing opening. While his cock assaulted her from the inside, his fingers danced and flittered around her clitoris, driving the teenager insane as she was swept into yet a whole new level of orgasm.
“MMMMM!!!!! MMMMMMM!!!!!” Mahera screamed into the gag she was wearing. “What the FUCK is he DOING to ME!?”
“You are going to fucking come so hard Baby. Let it happen! Do you trust me?”
She nodded quickly. “MMMMMMM!!!!!!!”
“Come for me Baby! I want your pussy to squirt all over. It’s going to feel better than anything you’ve ever felt before.”
When the waves of orgasm began to crash over her, Mahera screamed into her bikini gag and her perfect body shook uncontrollably as liquid began squirting from her pussy, spraying out like a hose with the top nearly forced shut due to the cock still deep inside her.
“MMMMMM!!!!! MMMMMMMM!!!!!!” Mahera cried out as the waves built, hovered for a brief moment of cruel anticipation, and then crashed over the teenager’s body as her pussy contracted and released again and again. Liquid gushed from her cunt with every mind-blowing climax. The pleasure was so intense that her head was cloudy, as if she had been knocked nearly unconscious. It seemed so wonderfully obscene for Mahera to be able to feel everything that was happening inside her perfect body.
…and then it happened.
Mahera’s pussy walls clamped down on his shaft and held onto it like a vice grip.
“MMMMMM!!!!!!!” Mahera screamed into the gag as he unloaded a second time into her, defiling the formerly innocent unspoiled high school girl’s cunt yet again. She felt every sensation, every pulse, every ounce of liquid inside her. Everything else was hazy, and all that mattered to her was the fuck. The experience was nothing like she thought it would be. It was so much better and she wondered why she had decided to wait so long to experience it.
As he slowly brought her down from the rapturous pleasure, Mahera was barely aware of what was happening around her after that many orgasms. How many was it? She couldn’t remember. The college student lay on top of his conquest for a long time and held her as they recovered from the intense experience. Mahera moved her hand behind his head, holding him gently on top of her. She wanted that moment to last forever.
He reached around and took the bikini gag out of Mahera’s mouth. The high school girl turned to stand up and flung her arms around him, passionately kissing the man who had just deflowered her.
“I love you Baby,” he knew exactly what she wanted to hear him say.
Mahera smiled sweetly. “I love you too. What you just did to me was… unbelievable.”
He looked into the former virgin’s eyes and whispered. “Ten minutes.”
Mahera’s eyes widened. “oh god, mom!”
As fast as possible, Mahera quickly grabbed her clothes and looked worriedly at the dressing room door.
“You’ve got to get out of here before mom gets back,” Mahera said, trying to put her clothes back on.
He quickly fastened his trousers and took the handle of the dressing room door. “I’ll call you tonight. I’ve got a few other things to show you.”
Mahera raised her eyebrows in surprise. Her pussy tingled at the thought.
A few moments after he disappeared, there was a familiar sound that came from the other side of the door.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“Mahi? I’ve got your coffee.”
Mahera opened the changing room door fully dressed and flashed a sweet innocent smile at her mother. “Thanks mom,” she said taking the coffee. “I’m ready now.”
“Did you find a swimsuit you liked?”
Mahera held up the bikini she had been wearing while her boyfriend ravaged her perfect unspoiled teenage body.
“This one,” Mahera took a sip of coffee and smiled sweetly at her mom. “DEFINITELY this one.”
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