Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/urpfse/lions_tigers_part_1_a_young_woman_taken_the_way/)
Part 2:
Jack got up, and so did she– he led her by the hand out of there, out to the late-night streets. Another couple swayed by them, and he put his arm around her again. “Are your parents still in Nice?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “It’s just me and Sarah there.” Her breath was hard to catch right now, as the implication of what he said was making her head swim. “Then let’s go there,” he said “Take me home with you.” She hailed a cab, because fuck it. They piled in, and as the driver took off for her home, his hand was on her thigh, so strong, squeezing it. She spread her legs a little in reflex, and felt so wanton; she was doing all this like she was practiced at it. She wondered if he could tell he was breaking new ground. “Jack,” she said, softly, putting her hand on his. “Yes, Kristine,” he asked, turning to face her.
“I’ve always wanted this,” she said. And he knew, she could tell. The look in his eye was so bright, his warm hazel eyes blazing with lust for her. He leaned in close, and said “I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you, Kristine.” She bit her lip and his hand slid along her thigh. “I’m going to do what I want with you,” he said, and his hand wrapped around the nape of her neck. For a second she thought he was going to push her down and make her take his cock in the backseat of the taxi, and she wasn’t sure if she was more shocked and aroused. But instead his hand stayed there, holding her, and she could feel it, how easily he could control her, the disparity in strength. She sighed. He got it. He got her. He was going to have her. All of her.
The cab pulled up in front of her address. He reached to his pocket but she got a kick out of getting there first, throwing a twenty at the driver, and getting out of the car. He followed quickly, and she was running up the steps laughing and he chased her and she got the key in the lock as his hands found her and on her front porch he was cupping her breasts and she got the door open and stumbled in with him and the door shut and he was kissing her and his hands were on her shirt pulling on her t-shirt and she helped him as he stripped it off her and his hands reached behind and he got it in one her bra coming off her young breasts. And he looked at her for a moment like that, holding her waist, his intense face staring down at her breasts. Then he bent as his hands slid to her back and pulled her to him, his mouth on her nipple, wide open sucking it in and pulling on her breast. She stroked the back of his head as his mouth worked on her breast and then released it to seize her other breast and the breast he’d sucked felt wet and shockingly hard. She was here in the front hall of her house and he was doing to her what he wanted, and she fucking loved it.
He rubbed his face against her breasts, and then his hands were sliding under her waistband again, this time on her ass, cupping it and pulling her against him. His jean-clad thigh out, he pulled her on it and fuck yes that felt so good her lace-covered pussy sliding up it her clit indirectly rubbing against his hard thigh muscle. It as a powerful move, his hands almost lifting her off her feet, his thigh pressing up hard between her legs. She bucked her hips in his hands and he gripped all the harder and slid her back and forth on his thigh and he kissed her his mouth down on hers upturned for him and he filled her mouth with his tongue again as her pussy got wetter and wetter and her clit throbbed and thighs trembled.
Then he was pulling off her, his hands letting her down but steadying her and he said, “Where’s the nearest couch?” and she smiled and nodded towards the next room over and he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him and he carried her easily along and through the door and he put her down and said “Turn around” and she did, loving that command. His hands were undoing her jeans, stripping them down along with her lace and she stepped out of them, naked in front of him, looking back over her shoulder to see his appreciation. He put his hand on her back and stroked down the length of it, his face a picture of desire and control and locking eyes with him made her so aware of how exposed she was, standing naked with her back to him and then he pushed against her back insistently and she bent forwards and holy fuck he was bending her over her sofa her face down hair falling as his hands grabbed her hips.
Most guys would have tried something romantic on their first time with her but not Jack he knew and fuck yes she looked back at him again and he had his cock out now just that his jeans down and he grabbed her hair and she said “Fuck yes,” and he positioned it. She could feel his cockhead against her pussylips, one hand slapping down on her ass as he pulled her hair her back arching and the tip sliding in a wet noise as she opened for him. He was fucking himself into her, and her mouth opened wide. As he turned her head to make her look at him she caught sight of a mirror on the other side of the room and watched in amazement as his thick cock disappeared inside her, at how wanton and slutty she looked with her hair in his hand, her little ass up in the air for him, spread on the couch like his little fucktoy.
She’d never been wetter and oh god he was bottoming out inside her already and he was telling her “You’ve got my whole cock inside that tight little pussy, Kristine,” and she said “I was watching you fuck it into me” and he looked in the mirror too and their gazes caught each other as he started to fuck her in earnest. “Holy shit, you look so fucking gorgeous” he said, as her body shook with the force of his fucking. “look at that, Kristine. Look at yourself getting fucked.”
On every stroke his hips were hitting her ass every stroke she heaved forwards a little and she couldn’t believe she could take it this hard but any pain was burned into a different flame by the intensity of this arousal by how fucking good his cock felt up inside her.
She could feel her wetness on his thighs now. “I’m so wet for you, Jack,” she said and he spanked his firm hand down on her ass again and said “I can fucking feel it, Kristine. I love fucking your tight little pussy.”
She braced herself with her arms as the fucking got even harder his hand coming down to pull back on her breast as he continued to control her with her hair and she watched this watched her slender pale body under his big one her nakedness, her being used. She heard his breath labor with the force of what he was giving her and she concentrated on the feeling of his cock, just that, just it filling her over and over, her pussy still so tight on it squeezing it wanting to feel and experience every possible moment and aspect of it and fuck yes it was going to happen again. “I’m going to come, Jack,” she said, her voice shaky. He made a noise between a pleased laugh and a growl, and said, “I know you are, Kristine. You’re going to come from being thrown down and fucked like a good little girl.” His voice was rough and even deeper than before it melted her even more and she just laid her head down his hand allowing that and then he was just fucking her insanely, so deep in her she almost couldn’t take it but it was perfect just perfect she braced herself and watched in the mirror as he held her teenage body in his strong hands, holding her waist and sinking his cock into her over and over as her breasts rubbed against the fabric of the couch and he was watching too and she nodded to him and smiled and came and came and came as he fucked and fucked her. Her pussy was squeezing his cock she was shouting so loud as he made one last plunge into her and his cock felt so huge in her.
And then she felt his body tense his strong thighs against her straining and she felt his cock feel even bigger inside her for a moment and she looked at his face in the mirror and saw an amazing aspect of joy pass over it, a release and he was coming inside her that cock pumping in her and god she’d wanted that she needed that from him filled up by him and used by him and made to come and she lay there as his sweaty body lay down on top of hers his cock still hard, still inside her and they stayed that way for some long moments.
Finally he pulled out of her her pussy feeling amazingly well-fucked and she turned and he hugged her his cock wet from the both of them still half-hard against her. He kissed her gently and firmly and then passionately. She returned it all and locked her arms around his neck and He pulled her up like that like she weighed nothing.
She smiled at him and said, “Shall we go to bed?” wondering if even he would have the courage to spend the night but he did and he nodded. And she led them up to the room where she’d spent many years fantasizing about being fucked like he’d just fucked her. And they lay down in her small bed and he kissed her and told her she was amazing. His hands were still all over her, still exploring that body she was so glad to give to him, and that’s how she fell asleep, with his hands caressing her breasts and ass, her body on display for him, and felt never happier.
When she woke the next morning he was still asleep. His face was still in sleep, inches from hers, one of his arms flung over her possessively. He’d stayed the night. He’d fucked the living daylights out of her and stayed for more. She put her hand on his sleeping body, feeling the muscles of his chest and tracing her young hand along his arm, feeling the roughness of some scar. He didn’t look that different from most of the other boys, men, she’d known, but there was something in there she’d recognized almost instantly. He’d stood behind the bar and really seen her, had looked around the room and whatever it was in her had signified to him. Even now, contact with him was making her shiver in pleasure, touching his muscles was reminding her of the way he’d used them on her, had held her down and fucked her.
He shifted in his sleep, curling his body up to hers again, in a gesture at once sweet and arousing– she was delighted to find his cock already half-hard now pressed against her stomach. She loved that. She loved that she could make his cock hard, that she could cause this level of arousal, that he could match her in that.
Impulsively, she slipped down, wriggling under his heavy arm, bringing her face down to meet his cock. She opened her mouth as wide as could be, and took his rising cock into her mouth. That shifted him. He drew in a long breath, and as she looked up at him, his eyes fluttered open. She punctuated his awakening with a deep, hard suck on that cock; she was rewarded by his outrush of breath, his hands coming down to her head. She held herself like that, tongue pressed up against his cock, letting it grow and grow inside her mouth, gagging a little and holding herself there as his hands tangled in her hair. She’d thought of this, and the reality was beyond expectation; even gagging on his cock felt wonderful to her, forcing her body to comply, letting him know how much she could take. His eyes were on hers, wide awake now, and he was smiling. She blinked at him, loving the contrast, loving that they were in the bed she’d fantasized in, where she’d learned to masturbate, where she’d craved for exactly this sort of wantonness.
“You are so fucking good at sucking my cock,” he said, as she pushed herself farther on it again and again gagged but held herself there, his voice sounding so something, so harsh, so commanding, something that made her tingle and wonder and want whatever he was going to do to her. She wanted to tease and arouse him until he just fucking took her again she wanted to look at herself in the mirror again and see her young body being used.
She pumped her mouth back and forth on his cock, drawing out another groan from him but then she felt it his muscles tensed and his hands on her head in her hair were dragging her mouth off his cock, a loud pop as it came out so wet from her mouth. She pouted up at him and he grinned and threw the covers back and slid off the bed to kneel besides it– as he did, he grabbed her and pulled her into place, the power of his body moving her almost effortlessly, until her hips were on the edge of the bed and he knelt between her legs and pushed them wide open with his hands.
She imagined how she must look right now as she braced herself on her elbows and looked down between her breasts at him as he looked down at her pussy, her already-wet pussy so open for him. She flushed hotly and moved her legs in his hands but his grip was iron-banded on her and now his tongue was coming down and fuck yes. His big broad tongue was lapping up against her, his whole mouth on her pussy, stiffening his tongue and dragging it up between her wet pussylips, tasting her, opening her farther. Long, long strokes of his flat tongue on her pussy now, making her twist and turn in his grip as he maddened her, and her hands came down to join his on her legs pulling herself even wider open for him. She could feel him smiling as he licked her pussy and he made noises of delight and she lay her head back and almost laughed in the pleasure of it. He was fucking good at this and her young pussy had never felt like this before he was dominating it, learning her, and her wetness was slicking on his face and making such a beautiful sound as his tongue slipped over her.
Then his hands were sliding under her ass leaving her to hold her own legs open for him and she loved that too, knowing that he wanted that, for her to open her pussy to him, to hold herself in place for his eager mouth. She felt so fucking slutty and so fucking hot as his hands cupped her ass and lifted her up to his face, his tongue pressed so hard against her clit she gritted her teeth and swore “Fuck” and he lapped and pressed again and again a little hard rhythm that made her pant and pull even harder wanting to give him even more of her pussy.
He grabbed one of her hands then and brought it down to her pussy and pressed it there and she somehow knew that he wanted her to spread herself for him and she did her fingers holding herself open her clit totally exposed and he sucked it for a moment making her yelp and bite her lip and then his hand slid up her body and groped her breast roughly, pulling and tugging on her nipple as he sucked her clit again and it was almost too intense but she rode it out, bucking her hips up to his face again challenging him and he sucked it again and she almost lost it and his hand was up on her face now fingers touching her lips and then sliding into her mouth.
She sucked them as easily and eagerly as she’d sucked his cock, reminding him of what her little mouth could do and was rewarded by feeling his other hand push into her three fingers again as she held herself open as his mouth still moved on her clit his fingers were drilling into her, her pussylips dragging over the long fingers as they kept going in and then a fourth finger joined them almost as much as his cock this felt like she fucking loved it looking down to see his arm tensed the muscles standing out as he worked his fingers almost his whole fucking hand up into her pussy. His fingers dragged out of her wet mouth and down her torso pulling on her breast again before pushing on her thigh again spreading her always spreading her god she’d spent this whole time with her legs spread wide for him.
Then his fingers were moving inside her in ways she’d never imagined curling and turning and she shouted “Fuck, Jack,” and his voice answered her “Yeah, Kristine. You look so fucking hot spread open for me, sweet little bitch,” and then his mouth was on her again as her fingers trembled holding herself there and she felt his tongue slapping against her clit as his fingers claimed her pussy told her he was in charge of it that it was his to play with. She was so fucking close to coming and she told him that “You’re going to make me goddamn come, Jack,” and he laughed and said, “then goddamn come, Kristine.” He cupped her ass again in his hand, so her pussy was trapped between his mouth his fingers and his cupping hand and just sucked her clit and licked it like a madman while his fingers transfixed her and her eyes rolled back and she just heard the sounds of it the wet sounds of her pussy being fingerfucked being licked of her being toyed with and she came for him saying his name shaking as he encouraged her his hand more reckless in her pumping her hard.
She almost blacked out as he relentlessly kept the stimulation through her long, crashing orgasm, her body shaking like he was hitting her over and over as the waves of it just devastated her. Finally she could take a deep breath, finally his fingers were pulling out of her–her pussy already missing them she struggled up on her elbows again and looked down at his drenched hand seeing her pussylips wrapped around his fingers as he pulled them all the way out. And he was standing up now towering over her, her legs still spread, her pussy still open and his rock-hard cock right there. His hands grabbed her legs and pulled them up on his shoulders, a violent motion that brought the fat head of his cock up against her pussy again she was fucking addicted to this to his cock to the force he used on her. His hands went down to her waist, her long, lovely legs dangling over her shoulders and she cupped her own breasts in her hand and smiled up at him and he grinned back fiendishly and he pulled her the force of that her body sliding on the sheets as he just pulled her onto his cock.
It felt fucking incredible; even after his fingers, his fat cock gave her an amazing sense of being filled. He was fucking her down at an angle, and she could look between her breasts her legs to see his shaft disappearing into her until his hips were pressed up against her ass. He pulled back, and held her perfectly still as he fucked himself back into her, a rush of cock into her, his balls slapping against her ass as he half-pulled her off the bed. His hands almost painful on her, sliding under her ass and gripping so hard, pulling her asscheeks, spreading her as he impaled her on his cock. He pulled out almost all the way and she could see her wetness spread all over him and he fucked back in and his balls hit her ass again and she nodded and looked into his eyes. His eyes were so green in this moment glowing down at her his face intense the ghost of a smile but mostly just a firework display of lust he looked almost angry as he fucked her, and she couldn’t believe he was being this rough with her. She was almost limp, but every time his thick cock rammed into her again she could help pushing up, wanting more of it, and he saw that and growled “I love making you my little slut, Kristine. I love the way you fuck me back.”
She was so wet it was running down his thighs and she felt one hand slide into the cleft of her ass and yes his fingers were playing with her little asshole just pressing a little and she fucking wanted that, even that. He saw it in her he probably knew from the moment he saw her and now it was happening, a finger in her ass, the tight sphincter opening to let him in. She shivered at that and he held it still inside her but the feeling of that cock moving in and out while he filled her ass too was driving her crazy and she gritted her teeth and said “More”.
That drove him wild obviously and another finger pressed into her that hurt but she wanted it and the cock in her pussy was driving everything else out of her head she just wanted him to keep fucking her, to keep dominating her young pussy. He was fucking her so hard, his hips spanking her ass, and now the fingers in her ass moving from pain to pain and pleasure a deep feeling as her little ass gripped his fingers inside her. He slipped them out again and she cried out in need but he was just slickening them on the wetness on her skin and he slipped them back in again and she sighed and pushed back against him loving that she could grip his fingers and his cock at the same time practicing playing with his cock.
“I’m going to fuck your little ass, Kristine,” he said, “Right here in your parent’s house.” She turned her head to the side and he fucked her urgently for awhile with his fingers inside her, then slowed and oh fuck a third finger in her ass again pain blossoming but again the need so fucking great she wanted to be filled entirely wanted him to take what he wanted.
“Your ass is going to feel so good around my cock, Kristine,” he said, his burning eyes on her again and she smiled and said “I want it. I want you to fuck it. You know I want it.”
“Fuck yes, I know,” he said, half laughing as his three fingers started to pump her ass, “You’re a bad good girl.” His breath was ragged but she felt his control; she had no idea how long he had been fucking her but it was a long time she was going to be sore as fuck after this but he was giving her time to get used to those fingers in her ass but now they were pulling out and he was asking her, “Lube?” and luckily she had some swiped from a visit to Sarah at college from a free basket in the dorm she’d used it a few times when fucking herself with a dildo and she nodded towards her bedside table and he leaned over, that motion driving his cock at a different angle in her and making her moan. He one-handed got out the lube, ripped it open with his teeth and his cock was sliding out of her pussy then, and she bore down hard on him as he slipped it out making him shout “Holy shit” as her so-tight pussy closed on him like a mouth.
Then he was slathering his already-so-slick cock in the lube and his fingers were working their way out of her pussy. And her legs were still up on his shoulders and his lubed cockhead was between her asscheeks the blunt tip of it nuzzling against her asshole and she looked up at his face wanting to see this and he looked at her and his hand was guiding himself and fuck it was so much bigger than his fingers but she bit her lip and almost screamed but then it was in, her ass opened for him and the head of it was in her she couldn’t believe the burst of pain and pleasure and she grabbed his arms as they held her down and just breathed for a long moment and then another as her ass slowly accommodated this fat cock invading her.
“You’re in my ass, Jack,” she whispered, squeezing him there and he bit his lip now she loved to see that and he said “And it feels so fucking good, Kristine,” and he pushed his hips and she yelped as another inch of his lubed cock slid up inside her violating her so well.
And on and on each inch was a new ecstasy of agony at some point he put her hand down on her pussy and she started to frig herself for him as his cock went into her ass and when she was panting, when she was literally begging for it he started to fuck her ass, he held her down, his hands on her arms, one of her hands on her pussy and he fucked her little teenage ass and she loved it. She looked down at her lithe body and loved the use he was putting it to he went deep in her ass and she felt how tight she was for him and saw him start to lose control. That was fucking wonderful she laughed and groaned and he was saying her name over and over and cursing; her hand was a blur on her pussy and like a thunderbolt she came. His cock was so huge in her ass so present she couldn’t concentrate on anything else but the feeling of being impaled on his cock, being assfucked as she came. He shouted and as each spasm of the orgasm hit her she felt him working his cock out of her– she was clamping down on him and she could see in his face he was almost there and just as she finished coming his started.
His cock pulled the last inch out of her pussy, the cockhead popping out and she felt the first jet of his cum there pulsing out hitting against her just-fucked ass and then his hand was on his cock and he spilled his seed on her pussy and then on her stomach and she looked down at his fat cock as he exploded on her and saw her skin covered in his white come and she was barely able to move just so fucked down her pussy used her ass used still shaking in orgasm as he gave this to her and she felt so fucking powerful as he gasped in wordless pleasure and collapsed on top of her his wet sticky cock trapped between them the cum all over her.
And now she was nice and hungry for breakfast, too. She couldn’t believe how good she felt, how fulfilled she was. Still breathing hard, his weight on top of her, she could have drifted back to sleep like that. He kissed her neck and nuzzled her, whispering something almost inaudible. She wrapped her arms around him and he sat back, pulling her up, and kissing her. “Shower?” He asked, holding her up against him. She nodded. She had her own bathroom up her at the end of her hall. He got up; she stood on shaky legs, his come still all over her. She smoothed her hands up and down his strong back and they stood there for awhile, just breathing together, until she pulled away and opened the door and led him, naked as she was, the few steps to the shower.
There was a mirror in there, a fogless one, and she couldn’t take her eyes off of it as they showered together, as his big hands traveled over her body. This is who she was. He’d taken her in every way he could. She’d sucked his cock in a room of partiers, he’d fingerfucked her on the dancefloor. He wasn’t afraid to take liberties with her young body in public. He soaped her breasts, and she thought of his mouth on them, her own hands grabbing them as she laid back and spread her legs for him. Even as fully-fucked as she was, she felt desire rising in her again.
“Spend the day with me,” she said, breaking the silence, and his arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight against him, and he said “Sure. I can show you the places I go.” For some reason that gave her deep satisfaction; she wanted to be his little fucktoy, but she also just liked him. She really did. What they’d seen in each other was more than just this need. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this relaxed before.
“I’d like to buy you something,” he said, and she preened, and asked, “What?”
“You’ll see,” he said, a dark tone in his voice, and she shivered again, so happy at this future, an unknown but potent thing, spreading out in front of her.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/usi02y/lions_tigers_part_2_a_young_woman_taken_the_way
This was rapturous, absolutely engrossing!
Hope Thisted grows into a long story. There’s superb potential herefter.
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