For Belladonna’s whole life, from a very young age, she, was obsessed with sex. From the time she had her first self-induced orgasm at the tender age of nine, she was consumed with the idea of sex and satisfaction between two people. Though she’d patiently postponed penetration until eighteen, at her mother’s request, that time was at hand, and she was prepared to turn her mammoth sexual appetite free. Look out world, Belladonna is ready to party.
“Are we going to make love?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes, more than anything.”
“Then we will, right after I spank you.”
I couldn’t imagine what my face must’ve looked like with the amount of disbelief that embedded in my mind. “What? Spank me?”
He chuckled. “Don’t look so shocked.” His hand circled around me and eased me closer. “You turned eighteen and I’m going to give you eighteen swats. It’ll make you even wetter and then we’ll make love. I promise you.”
I didn’t know what to say, but I didn’t want to rock the boat either. After he spanked me he would fuck me, so why not let him have his fun.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, but aren’t you going to get undressed?
“I am. After I finish spanking you.” He took my hand and led me around to the right side of his legs and pulled me across his legs and down. I could feel his hard maleness pushing into my lower ribcage. “Good, now open your legs, I want to give you pleasure as I give you pain.”
When I parted my legs, shivers ran through me as two thick fingers invaded my private chamber. “Oooh.” Then I felt the hot sting and heard the loud clap of a smart painful smack on my ass. “Ow!” I jumped. “That hurt.” But the pain turned to liquid heat in my pussy, which clenched tight around his fingers. When his fingers slid in out and around my pussy it was like ointment, until the next hard blow. “Ow!” I jumped and my burning, dripping pussy clenched again. “Do you have to hit so hard?”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry sweet. I will lighten each blow.”
He may have been taking something off each blow, but so far they all felt the same. Once more the fingers of his right hand worked their magic in my pussy, until I jumped from a curt slap from his left hand. As the blows continued, the pain diminished and my desire grew. Getting spanked actually expanded my carnal appetite. That, plus the idea of Rob’s cock punching deep into my warm, sopping wet pussy for the first time made me deliriously lustful. I began to tremble with need.
When he finally counted eighteen, I jumped off his lap and straightened up. My ass burned, like it had been toasted over an open flame. A glance over my shoulder, told me it was bright red. I felt annoyed, but I had other things on my mind—I couldn’t wait to get his Levis off and his cock inside me. As he unbuttoned his shirt, I undid his belt and tugged down his zipper. I snickered when I noticed the large round wet spot on his right leg, the offering from my sopping wet, ravenous pussy. When his shirt came off, I paused a few seconds to admire his lean, but well toned physique. Getting back to the task at hand, I pulled down on his jean tops and shorts, but they wouldn’t really go anywhere until he rose up.