Page 7 of Senescence (Inferno World)

When we passed the door to my room, I went to speak but was immediately silenced with just a look. If I didn’t know any better, I would have assumed he was angry. There was nothing gentle about the way he opened the door to my dad’s room and flipped on the light switch. There was no tenderness when he swept the comforter off of the bed to puddle on the floor. When he turned to me and pointed to my parent’s king size bed, an obvious instruction for me to climb up, there were no sweet words uttered from his lips.

I scrambled up, nervous energy flowing deep inside my belly. It was clear what Luke wanted, but I was still a virgin, and I was scared.

“Luke, I--” I stumbled only to be cut off by his deep growl.

“No. In here, you call me Pater.”

“Ok, Umm, Pater,” I tested out the foreign word on my tongue. I didn’t know what it meant, or why he was requesting it, but my brain was moving in too many directions to try and work it out.

Pater climbed onto the bed with a smoothness I didn’t think was possible for a man of his age. He reminded me of a panther I had seen on the television, stalking me like I was his prey. Maybe I was, but something deep down in my belly was excited for it.

“Have you ever been touched, Lucy Marie?” He asked me, whispering in my ear.

“N-no,” I stumbled upon the singular word.

“Good,” Pater grinned, pushing me roughly onto my back.

I may have been a virgin, but I wasn’t naive. I had seen my fair share of porn, and the thought of Luke slowly undressing me, kissing his way down my body made me wet. As if he knew my thoughts, Luke grinned and grabbed my collar, yanking it forcefully apart until it ripped right down the middle, exposing my ample breasts barely contained by my bra.

I closed my eyes as he stared at my bare flesh, drinking in my pearly white skin. I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands so I left them by my side. I had a feeling that if he wanted me to do something, he would have no problem telling me.

“No. Open your eyes,” he growled, and in a flash I blinked them open to meet his gaze.

“You want me to fuck you, Lucy Marie?”

“Yes, Pater,” I whimpered.

“Tell me, girl. Tell me you want me to fuck your innocent cunt.”

“Please fuck me, Pater,” I felt myself blush.

Without another word, Luke forcefully flipped me around so my head was hanging off the bed. I didn’t see his jeans come off, but there in front of me was the first ever live cock I had ever seen, and it was coming in fast.

“Open up, girl,” he directed, and I opened my mouth wide to accept him.

He wasn’t soft, in any capacity as he forced his way past my teeth, my tongue, and into my throat. I gagged but Pater didn’t seem to care. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as he thrust deep inside of my throat, over and over again. My stomach wretched and my legs kicked out, but he kept going, his hand around my throat.

Grunting with each thrust, I watched through my tears as his balls slapped my forehead over and over again. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take and I lifted my hands up to push him away. Luke apparently didn’t like that because he removed his large fingers from my throat and pushed my wrists back down on the bed, giving him more leverage.

When it was clear to him I wasn’t going to move my hands against him, he reached down mid thrust and undid the button on my pants, and slid down the zipper.

“Pull your pants off, girl,” he groaned out, pulling out of my mouth.

Quicker than I thought possible, I pulled down my pants to my ankles as Luke came around the bed, his cock gripped firmly in his hands.

This was it. I was finally going to lose my dreaded V-card, and have sex with this voracious, albeit rough stranger. I didn’t even have time to kick off my pants before Pater was on top of me, my ankles trapped by my jeans.

With a mischievous grin, and a hand back around my throat, Luke pushed his cock into me with no tenderness and immediately stilled, spilling his warm cum inside of me. I could feel his cock swell and pump every last bit before he pulled himself off and wiped his cum and my blood on the white sheets underneath us.

He didn’t say anything as he pulled on his pants. Didn’t look at me as I turned onto my side and curled up into a tight ball, whimpering, cum dripping out from between my thighs. When he walked to the door to leave he looked back, grinning.

“Happy Birthday, Lucy Marie.”

“Thank you, Pater,” I whispered back.

“LUCY!”

I could hear my father shouting from the front door, but made no motion to move. I had been curled up in his bed for probably close to four hours without moving. I should have gotten up as soon as Pater left to clean myself up and clean my dad’s bed, but something kept me frozen, and now I was going to have to explain it to Bob.

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