This was my first story.
She could feel the warm early autumn breeze coming in the kitchen windows. She could smell the ripening grain in the fields as she set about gathering ingredients to bake bread. She hummed happily to herself as she went about her task. She didn't see the eyes gazing through the window at her petite form. She didn't notice those eyes look with longing at her golden blond hair, in soft curls down to her shoulders, tied behind her ears with a bandana, framing her cute pixie like face. They drank in the smooth curves of her slender young body, covered by a summer house dress of white, with small yellow and green flower print. She didn't see the look turn to lust as she reached up to a high shelf, raising the hem of the short dress high on her smooth, slim thighs. Those eyes saw, with growing excitement, her shapely legs, from her bare feet almost to the very tops of her thighs. Beautiful, like a dancers legs. She didn't see the lust become determination, as she bent over to reach in a low cupboard and her small dress pulled up to reveal her white cotton panties, hiding her soft treasures.
As she mixed the ingredients with the big mixer, she didn't hear the door stealthily opened behind her. She didn't hear the quiet steps, as she reached up to turn off the mixer. She did feel the powerful arms wrap around her, pinning her against the table. She tried to cry out in fright, but a cloth was pushed in her mouth, muffling her scream. She felt strong hands grab the top of her dress and jerk, tearing off the top buttons on the front and pull the dress down around her elbows, pinning her arms to her sides. She tried to struggle to free herself, but was no match for her attacker, who was twice her weight. She felt trapped as the big hands rubbed over her shoulders and arms, across her chest to grasp her bra, and with a quick pull snapped the front clasp.
She couldn't see the smile of satisfaction on the face as the strong hands found her firm smooth breasts. They found each a delightful handful as they squeezed, rubbed, and pulled on them. She braced herself for the pain she was sure would come, but found, instead of pain, the only slightly rough treatment, was raising unwanted feelings in her stomach. She knew that her nipples were becoming hard and sensitive to this manipulation. She felt the hands leave her breasts, and again she tried to twist away, but one big hand in the middle of her back pushed her down to the table. She felt her breasts pressed against the cool table, then she felt a hand raising the back of her short dress. She felt the hand stroke her firm panty-covered ass, but with her arms pinned at her sides and her feet barely on the floor, she could not prevent it. She felt the hand slide up her soft inner thigh, and those unbidden feelings began again. She felt the warm hand reach the top of her thigh and start a slow motion across the damp crotch of her panties. She felt her breath quicken and her heart speed up as the unwanted feeling became more intense.
She knew she should fight against her body's wants, but the hand rubbing across her soft, panty covered labia was winding a spring in her, tighter and tighter. She felt the hand pull away, and she felt a reprieve. Then, with a sudden movement, she felt the hand jerk her panties down, pushing them to the floor, and forcing her to step out of them. She felt the hand again, but this time sliding in the warm, slippery, groove of her sex. The hand brushed forward to her downy soft pubic hair and back across her tiny clit, making her shudder in response. Fingers slid back and forth through her warm valley, bringing her to the brink of her explosion, then they withdrew. Her mind once again told her she must fight these feelings. Then she heard the rattle of a belt buckle, the pop of a snap, and the rasp of a zipper that sounded like the tearing of her soul. She felt a hard, smooth bar of flesh slide between her legs and along her sensitive labia to her little button, starting the feelings again. She fought the tension rapidly building in her lovely loins, but it was a losing battle. Each time she felt the stiff cock brush her sensitive clit, she lost the fight a little more.
She felt she was at the brink, she had lost, one more touch and she would come. He felt it too, as she tensed and shuddered. She felt the hot cock draw back a little farther, her hot wet groove doing it's job, guiding the tip to her small opening. She gave a muffled cry as he rammed the big, hard shaft deep into her small body, almost lifting her feet off the ground. She lost. The wound spring broke, in a shower of sparks through her being. She felt her body tense as her cunt rippled around the hot invader. He grinned as he thought, it will be fun pumping my seed in this hot little girl. As her ecstasy faded, she felt confused....... humiliated? angered? defeated? Or should she just give in to the erotic feeling of the naked bar of flesh in her soft pussy?..... The naked cock in her warm, wet, unprotected vagina.......
In her unprotected, fertile womb! It was a bad time, she was sure...... the worst time. She had to get away! She twisted and jerked, but only managed to impale herself farther on the invading shaft. She felt the cock slowly withdraw, only to push deeply back into her receptive cunt.
She felt the tension in her build again as her clit was rubbed between the table edge and the hard shaft plundering her sex. She felt his hands grip her trim hips as his strokes increased in strength. She tried to twist away, and felt his hand again reach under her to tease her sensitive breast. She was rapidly approaching another huge orgasm, and unable to fight it. She felt his urgency increase, she felt the hard cock swell in her tight cunt, she heard his ragged breathing, she felt him ram his shaft deep into her soft flesh. She felt his cock pulse as it emptied his seed into her. She felt it pulse a second time, and she exploded inside. Her body arched hard back into him, fire raced from her cunt and breasts to the very tips of her fingers and toes. Lights exploded in her eyes as her overheated cunt milked him for every drop of warm life. She could feel, as in the distance, him pumping again and again as he drove his hot sperm deep into her receptive womb.
She slowly felt the world returning to her senses. She felt his heavy body against hers, she heard his heavy breathing, she smelled the scent of sex. She felt his softening cock, slowly sliding from her well-fucked cunt. She felt his weight lift off her as he stood up, pushing her dress up as he did so.
She stood, lifting her dress to her shoulders, removing the cloth from her mouth. She turned and dove at him and grabbed him, almost knocking him off his feet with her hard passionate kiss.
When he could finally break away from her lips. he asked 'do you think we did it yet?'
'Oh I hope so' she replied 'I'm sure the time is right and you came so much this time, I'm sure I'll get pregnant.'
'Lets go out for supper and celebrate' he said.
'OK,' she answered, 'but we should keep doing this, as often as we can for the next few days, to make sure.'
'That sound like lots of fun to me,' he said.
'Why don't you pick a fantasy and let me make it come true this time,' she asked?
'Ok, I have this thing about cheerleaders,' he replied.
'I didn't expect you home so early. You almost frightened me, for a minute, but it was fun to pretend, and to play along,' she said.
' Well I tried to make it seem real. How did you know it was me?' he asked.
She replied, 'senses.... your scent, the feel of your hands, the sound of your breathing, I would know you anywhere.'
