I stood alone at ringside watching my boyfriend beat with his worst pursuer. One punch, another punch. They exchanged fists as if they were savage barbarians.
I brushed my long blond bangs off my face and looked at my opponents. Emil, my boyfriend, is rather petite in build. Long hair, slim and rather not very muscular. I went with him to one kindergarten, school, then high school until college. We were inseparable and already in high school we started dating. It took quite a long time, but eventually we went through all the steps to being a full-fledged couple.
On the other side stood his opponent - Mark. Tall, dark-skinned, muscular, bald and brutal. That's how I would describe him. The three of us went to the same high school, and that's where Emil's hell began. Mark regularly berated him, poked him, ridiculed him. We didn't know what to do. We didn't want to change school. Finally, I asked him how we could end it. He said that he trains boxing and that he would give it a rest until Emil finished school and found a college. After that they would meet in the ring and if Emil won he would leave him for life.
All this time Emil had been going to the gym several times a week, insisting that he would finish it the incredibly stupid way.
And now I was standing, shouting and cheering Emil in the ring, in an empty sports hall, all alone, with only them in the middle. I wanted to support him somehow, and I think I succeeded, because I saw that he threw several punches to Mark's torso and chin. But a moment after that something bad started to happen.
Mark took a step back and aimed exactly once, then a second time perfectly at Emil's cheek. I saw blood gush onto the floor of the hall through the ropes, and Emil slumped unconscious, knocked out.
At the same moment, with a silent scream, I slumped to my knees. Mark, with a look of triumph, came out of the ring and took off his gloves. He approached me, and I looked at him with fear in my eyes.
Mark, meanwhile, stroked my cheek and pushed my hair aside behind my ear.
- I have always liked you Christine.
I did not respond. I looked at the lying boy and was relieved to see that his chest was moving. Seeing my look he laughed and replied:
- Relax, I didn't kill him.
I turned my attention to Mark. He stood a few inches away from me and began to remove his shorts. I stared at his big, thick, ruddy penis. Veiny and with a huge head. He was as big as all of Mark. I opened my mouth letting out a quiet sigh at the thought of what Emil had in his pants.
- It's time for the winner to claim the prize - he said, then grabbed the back of my head and momentarily shoved his penis straight down my throat. I felt vomit retreating into my mouth, and tears flowed into my mouth. Mark, not caring whether I would suffocate or be able to take so deep pushed my head into his crotch up to his balls. I felt nightmarish, I tried to push him away but to no avail. He grabbed me by my long blond hair. After some time, I don't know, an hour, five minutes, I felt that he took out and I could catch my breath. I felt myself start to pee under myself out of fear, soaking my panties, short skirt and the floor under me.
Seeing this Marek laughed:
- Good girl, she knows what turns me on.
I looked at the ring
- Emil... - I raised my voice. But this one as he lay motionless so lay.
- Calm down, he will not get up so quickly. Instead, you get up - Mark ordered me.
He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up.
- Now you are and will be mine. My bitch. Do you understand? - He asked.
- Fuck you - I replied and spat in his face.
His face twisted an aggressive grimace. Suddenly I felt a slap on my cheek, I felt the blood drain from my face. I looked a little frightened, a little surprised at Mark. A moment later, he squeezed my cheeks and started kissing me. Again and again, pressing his tongue inside me and licking my palate. He pressed me against his chest, so that I held his breasts with my hands. After a while I felt a loosening in my legs, my knees began to rub against each other. I felt wicked, but I began to reciprocate the kiss, and my pussy, against reason, began to be covered with mucus. I felt him tugging on my hair as he pressed me against his face, and in return I tenderly began massaging his nipples and sucking on his tongue.
This lasted for a while as Mark pushed me to my knees. He turned his back and began to remove my skirt and panties. I tried to crawl away, but he grabbed my legs and pulled me into a puddle of my urine. He finally positioned me jerking in a doggie position after which I felt his penis enter my wet cunt. I felt him at the very end. The feeling was indescribable. I kept thinking he had already entered all the way in and he, massaging my clit kept pushing further, deeper, stretching my cunt to what I thought were the limits.
I could feel myself getting even more aroused, even wetter. He leaned over my back, grabbed my shoulders and started whispering in my ear:
- You will be my good bitch
- No... - I replied.
- I will fuck you every day, you will love it....
- Never
- Leave Emil and be my bitch.
- You would like.
I felt a slap of his hand on my buttock. Then a second one.
- I will cum inside you and make you a little Mark Jr.
- I beg you not ... I am without pills," I replied in a pleading voice. At the same time, at the thought of the warm sperm of the brute seeking my egg, I felt a pleasant tingling in my stomach.
Suddenly I lost the thread for a moment, the view in front of my eyes became hazy, and my legs trembled. My toes tightened and I involuntarily moaned in pleasure. After that, things went downhill in an avalanche.
I felt another pounding on my ass, to which I let out a stifled scream in response and pushed my buttocks deeper. I didn't even notice when I started to move my body myself after the orgasm.
I couldn't enjoy the feeling of being filled, as I had never been so full. I could feel my pussy hugging his entire cock, I could feel his pulsating arteries.
- I can see that you like it. Do you want my cock?
- No ... - I replied in spite of myself. A moment later, he grabbed my stomach and pulled me back, and sat down in a puddle himself. I stood up, turned around and looked down at him. I saw his powerful muscles. The feisty smile. The laughing eyes. At that moment he seemed so beautiful to me....
I lowered my gaze to his hard, ruddy penis in full erection and licked myself. With a flourish, I slowly lowered myself onto his penis until it went all the way to his balls. I hugged him and began to move slowly, back and forth, wanting to have him as deep as possible. I stroked his skull, and he opened his mouth and put out his tongue, which I immediately seized.
- Fuck me harder slut - he replied and, as if in a trance, I started jumping on his cock as fast as I could.
- Ah, you're so big....
I felt unearthly pleasure flooding over me again. At that moment I had already forgotten about Emil, the fight, everything. All that mattered was here and now.
- You are mine, do you understand it?
- Yeah! - I shouted coming.
- You are my whore, slut, I always wanted to fuck you and now I'm doing it. Can you feel me touching the very end?
- Yes!
Mark began to move his hips steadily, helping me to stand on my feet and come again and again. Finally, he caught me with his hands under my knees and stood up lifting me. I trembled at the thought that he effortlessly lifted me, a not-so-small woman, and while holding me up he fucked me hard. He lowered me and lifted me, and I moaned with delight as I held his neck and kissed him.
- But you are strong.... Manly ... - I said between kisses.
- Be my woman. Come live with me. Leave the sucker and be with me.
His hands went over my full thighs, large buttocks. With one hand he held me under my ass and with the other he slipped under my blouse and grabbed my small tits, squeezing my nipples. All those years with Emil flashed before my eyes, but a moment later I saw him on the ground, Mark's expression of triumph and his powerful body. I was already his.
- Aaaach, yes. I'll leave him, just fuck me. I'll live with you, I'll cook dinner, only I beg you, don't take him out now!
I begged him in more convulsions of pleasure. His penis was even sliding on my juices, all shining in the light of the lamps in the hall. I saw his face begin to change expression to a more blissful one.
- I can't, I'm about to come, I have to take it out.
- Wait ... - I said lowering myself to the very end. I felt him at the edge of my cunt. I began to rock slowly, hugging him tightest to me
- Come inside me ...
- Do you want to be a mommy?
- Yeah! - I muttered loudly and put my legs around his hips - Give me a pretty kid!
- Be my woman then I will give you
- I will! Give me your baby!!!
I felt his penis pulsing pumping hot cum all the way down. I wanted to have him inside me forever. I had never felt like this. So completed. Exhausted. Used. Flooded.
Soon, without wiping my pussy, I put on my wet panties and skirt and we left.
Mark drove me to his house where we fucked all night. I completely forgot about Emil. The next day I deleted his contacts. He still tried to bother me and tried to approach me at the university, but I definitely broke up with him. There was no turning back anymore, because Mark won me over. Less than two days later we were already telling each other that we loved each other and would be together until death. Anyway, I won't be with the pathetic type who fainted after two heavier blows.
Mark let go of teasing him and focused on me. Less than a year later I gave birth to a son for him, and three years later a ********. I became his wife, and in my children flowed the blood of the victor who had conquered me.
I brushed my long blond bangs off my face and looked at my opponents. Emil, my boyfriend, is rather petite in build. Long hair, slim and rather not very muscular. I went with him to one kindergarten, school, then high school until college. We were inseparable and already in high school we started dating. It took quite a long time, but eventually we went through all the steps to being a full-fledged couple.
On the other side stood his opponent - Mark. Tall, dark-skinned, muscular, bald and brutal. That's how I would describe him. The three of us went to the same high school, and that's where Emil's hell began. Mark regularly berated him, poked him, ridiculed him. We didn't know what to do. We didn't want to change school. Finally, I asked him how we could end it. He said that he trains boxing and that he would give it a rest until Emil finished school and found a college. After that they would meet in the ring and if Emil won he would leave him for life.
All this time Emil had been going to the gym several times a week, insisting that he would finish it the incredibly stupid way.
And now I was standing, shouting and cheering Emil in the ring, in an empty sports hall, all alone, with only them in the middle. I wanted to support him somehow, and I think I succeeded, because I saw that he threw several punches to Mark's torso and chin. But a moment after that something bad started to happen.
Mark took a step back and aimed exactly once, then a second time perfectly at Emil's cheek. I saw blood gush onto the floor of the hall through the ropes, and Emil slumped unconscious, knocked out.
At the same moment, with a silent scream, I slumped to my knees. Mark, with a look of triumph, came out of the ring and took off his gloves. He approached me, and I looked at him with fear in my eyes.
Mark, meanwhile, stroked my cheek and pushed my hair aside behind my ear.
- I have always liked you Christine.
I did not respond. I looked at the lying boy and was relieved to see that his chest was moving. Seeing my look he laughed and replied:
- Relax, I didn't kill him.
I turned my attention to Mark. He stood a few inches away from me and began to remove his shorts. I stared at his big, thick, ruddy penis. Veiny and with a huge head. He was as big as all of Mark. I opened my mouth letting out a quiet sigh at the thought of what Emil had in his pants.
- It's time for the winner to claim the prize - he said, then grabbed the back of my head and momentarily shoved his penis straight down my throat. I felt vomit retreating into my mouth, and tears flowed into my mouth. Mark, not caring whether I would suffocate or be able to take so deep pushed my head into his crotch up to his balls. I felt nightmarish, I tried to push him away but to no avail. He grabbed me by my long blond hair. After some time, I don't know, an hour, five minutes, I felt that he took out and I could catch my breath. I felt myself start to pee under myself out of fear, soaking my panties, short skirt and the floor under me.
Seeing this Marek laughed:
- Good girl, she knows what turns me on.
I looked at the ring
- Emil... - I raised my voice. But this one as he lay motionless so lay.
- Calm down, he will not get up so quickly. Instead, you get up - Mark ordered me.
He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up.
- Now you are and will be mine. My bitch. Do you understand? - He asked.
- Fuck you - I replied and spat in his face.
His face twisted an aggressive grimace. Suddenly I felt a slap on my cheek, I felt the blood drain from my face. I looked a little frightened, a little surprised at Mark. A moment later, he squeezed my cheeks and started kissing me. Again and again, pressing his tongue inside me and licking my palate. He pressed me against his chest, so that I held his breasts with my hands. After a while I felt a loosening in my legs, my knees began to rub against each other. I felt wicked, but I began to reciprocate the kiss, and my pussy, against reason, began to be covered with mucus. I felt him tugging on my hair as he pressed me against his face, and in return I tenderly began massaging his nipples and sucking on his tongue.
This lasted for a while as Mark pushed me to my knees. He turned his back and began to remove my skirt and panties. I tried to crawl away, but he grabbed my legs and pulled me into a puddle of my urine. He finally positioned me jerking in a doggie position after which I felt his penis enter my wet cunt. I felt him at the very end. The feeling was indescribable. I kept thinking he had already entered all the way in and he, massaging my clit kept pushing further, deeper, stretching my cunt to what I thought were the limits.
I could feel myself getting even more aroused, even wetter. He leaned over my back, grabbed my shoulders and started whispering in my ear:
- You will be my good bitch
- No... - I replied.
- I will fuck you every day, you will love it....
- Never
- Leave Emil and be my bitch.
- You would like.
I felt a slap of his hand on my buttock. Then a second one.
- I will cum inside you and make you a little Mark Jr.
- I beg you not ... I am without pills," I replied in a pleading voice. At the same time, at the thought of the warm sperm of the brute seeking my egg, I felt a pleasant tingling in my stomach.
Suddenly I lost the thread for a moment, the view in front of my eyes became hazy, and my legs trembled. My toes tightened and I involuntarily moaned in pleasure. After that, things went downhill in an avalanche.
I felt another pounding on my ass, to which I let out a stifled scream in response and pushed my buttocks deeper. I didn't even notice when I started to move my body myself after the orgasm.
I couldn't enjoy the feeling of being filled, as I had never been so full. I could feel my pussy hugging his entire cock, I could feel his pulsating arteries.
- I can see that you like it. Do you want my cock?
- No ... - I replied in spite of myself. A moment later, he grabbed my stomach and pulled me back, and sat down in a puddle himself. I stood up, turned around and looked down at him. I saw his powerful muscles. The feisty smile. The laughing eyes. At that moment he seemed so beautiful to me....
I lowered my gaze to his hard, ruddy penis in full erection and licked myself. With a flourish, I slowly lowered myself onto his penis until it went all the way to his balls. I hugged him and began to move slowly, back and forth, wanting to have him as deep as possible. I stroked his skull, and he opened his mouth and put out his tongue, which I immediately seized.
- Fuck me harder slut - he replied and, as if in a trance, I started jumping on his cock as fast as I could.
- Ah, you're so big....
I felt unearthly pleasure flooding over me again. At that moment I had already forgotten about Emil, the fight, everything. All that mattered was here and now.
- You are mine, do you understand it?
- Yeah! - I shouted coming.
- You are my whore, slut, I always wanted to fuck you and now I'm doing it. Can you feel me touching the very end?
- Yes!
Mark began to move his hips steadily, helping me to stand on my feet and come again and again. Finally, he caught me with his hands under my knees and stood up lifting me. I trembled at the thought that he effortlessly lifted me, a not-so-small woman, and while holding me up he fucked me hard. He lowered me and lifted me, and I moaned with delight as I held his neck and kissed him.
- But you are strong.... Manly ... - I said between kisses.
- Be my woman. Come live with me. Leave the sucker and be with me.
His hands went over my full thighs, large buttocks. With one hand he held me under my ass and with the other he slipped under my blouse and grabbed my small tits, squeezing my nipples. All those years with Emil flashed before my eyes, but a moment later I saw him on the ground, Mark's expression of triumph and his powerful body. I was already his.
- Aaaach, yes. I'll leave him, just fuck me. I'll live with you, I'll cook dinner, only I beg you, don't take him out now!
I begged him in more convulsions of pleasure. His penis was even sliding on my juices, all shining in the light of the lamps in the hall. I saw his face begin to change expression to a more blissful one.
- I can't, I'm about to come, I have to take it out.
- Wait ... - I said lowering myself to the very end. I felt him at the edge of my cunt. I began to rock slowly, hugging him tightest to me
- Come inside me ...
- Do you want to be a mommy?
- Yeah! - I muttered loudly and put my legs around his hips - Give me a pretty kid!
- Be my woman then I will give you
- I will! Give me your baby!!!
I felt his penis pulsing pumping hot cum all the way down. I wanted to have him inside me forever. I had never felt like this. So completed. Exhausted. Used. Flooded.
Soon, without wiping my pussy, I put on my wet panties and skirt and we left.
Mark drove me to his house where we fucked all night. I completely forgot about Emil. The next day I deleted his contacts. He still tried to bother me and tried to approach me at the university, but I definitely broke up with him. There was no turning back anymore, because Mark won me over. Less than two days later we were already telling each other that we loved each other and would be together until death. Anyway, I won't be with the pathetic type who fainted after two heavier blows.
Mark let go of teasing him and focused on me. Less than a year later I gave birth to a son for him, and three years later a ********. I became his wife, and in my children flowed the blood of the victor who had conquered me.
