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Love Hurts

Part I

"Alex... Being honest, I..." She blushed beautifully and looked down, ashamed, but the alcohol seemed to have given her the bravery to go on. "I think I'd like to try all of that. Going wild… Let somebody have his way for real, get into the violence of it… Not only what we let happen naturally and never talk about." Carol stumbled into the words, while I was pretty sure I knew what she talked about.

"You're messing with me." I said, and she giggled. Or my head was messing with me. I was considerably drunk as well, but what Carol said was just too hard to believe. Too good to be true.

I wasn't only talking about sex with Carolina, I was talking about submission, sadomasochism, about limits... With Carol! She got close to me on the balcony, where I smoked a cigarette by myself, and out of the blue she asked me if I was familiar with it. Then asked how a person knows she is into it... It just became the more unexpected and pleasurable conversation I had in a long, long time.

Carolina was the youngest of my group of friends, something like our mascot. Always cute, sweet, clever... I had a crush on her since the first time I saw her, but I never thought it would be possible for me to have something with her. First, I was almost twice her age. I was thirty-two, almost thirty-three... Second, the timing was always terrible. I knew her for little more than a year now and we were never single at the same time.

The whiskey was making her talk to me about something she most certainly wouldn't in normal conditions. Astonished as I was, I would enjoy it the best I could.

"And what is it? What naturally happens?" I asked while looking at her, amused.

She laughed, "You know... Slapping the girl's butt... Pulling her hair... That guy Ronny I dated a couple months ago, he used to choke me while doing it…" Carol said that last part in a lower tone, then looked to me, as if to analyze my reaction. I was gaping. "What!?" She softly punched my arm.

Naturally happens and choking, words I would never expect in the same sentence. And coming from sweet little Carol, no other! What was happening? Was that really happening!?

Carolina was a petite girl of Brazilian-Italian descent who looked even younger than she actually was. With a lovely face, light brown eyes and a long hair of the same color that fell wavy over her shoulders, back and forehead, she looked like a doll. Apart from that, I've already seen her wearing a bikini, and she had one of the most beautiful petite bodies I had ever seen; slender, even her having a somewhat low stature, with perky B to C-cup young breasts that fitted her perfectly - the size I liked the best. She also had a thin waist and considerably wide hips that matched with her heart-shaped and tight butt, a balance I had only seen this perfect in Brazilian girls. Her skin was white and perfect, and every time she blushed, it was never pink; it was a tone of red, her cheeks and her little nose got to that vivid color instantly. The color was also noticeable on her plump lips, and I guessed she didn’t need the help of lipstick to make them look that sexy. Everything about her had that warmness, that tenderness, just like her voice, like her persona. It was all so enticing to me, and at the same time, so out of reach. Just imagining doing something to her felt wrong, felt as if I’d be abusing somebody who I should be protecting instead.

Tonight she looked especially cute. She was wearing a long and large white sweater, which wide neckband – pulled to the right – showed one of her shoulders, while the long sleeves covered her arms down to the tip of her fingers, and its body went all the way down to the middle of her thighs. It left you wondering if she wore anything beneath it.

"Nothing, I just wouldn't expect choking to be categorized as a regular thing." I answered, no more gaping.

"Ok, maybe it’s not. But when you wonder about how much more you could do… Or let it be done to you..." She left it hanging insinuating that yes, to her choking was regular stuff now.

"It is weird. It is hard to believe when I think of you" I said, propping on my elbows over the rail of the balcony, just like she did. "You're one of the sweetest persons I've ever known."

"Oh, sure, because you are the harshest, angriest, most violent person I ever knew! Ever!" She laughed, mocking me. "I know you're into the S&M thing, ok?"

"What?” Somehow, she knew. That was a surprise. “Ok…” I had to agree, “No one would know I'm into this sort of thing." I felt like asking her who told her that, but we had at least two close friends that could have given her this information, and I didn’t want to make the conversation about them. "Just like no one ever knew I was into martial arts, or rock..."

"Or motorcycles." She added, nodding. "You look nerdy at first sight."

"At first, at second..." I laughed, pouring more whiskey into my glass and checking on her old fashioned, but half of it was still there. It was the second… Or the third one if Marcus had also fixed her one. I wasn't sure.

"At third look, I tell you, I saw you that day at the pool and it changed the way I saw you. After that, I was convinced you were the fittest, more muscular nerd I had ever seen. At fourth, I saw you on your bike and, well... That was hot." Carol looked at me, and she smiled when she noticed me gaping, probably. Again. It was very hard to keep my face straight while talking to her. I’d never imagine her checking me out like that.

"Maybe the glasses make me instantly look like a nerd," I added, and she chuckled.

We were at the balcony of Marcus' apartment, leaning on the parapet, shoulder to shoulder. We had never talked like that, just the two of us, privately. We talked some other times, like when I gave her a ride to a party, or through messages on the phone, but never like this, never so intimately. The other guys were all so drunk that they fell asleep, except for Marcus, who was still trying to take his date to bed. His incessant blabbering was what drove me outside. I thought that was also Carol’s case, but now I started to think she had other reasons.

I dated for eight years and when it was over, I had known Carolina for only four months. She came to the group dating Daniel, one of our friends. When five months later he had to move to another state while working for the Navy, we kept contact with her. It seemed like the right thing to do, even if she was so way younger than we were. She just seemed to belong within our group of friends, as she wasn't one of those bubbly, dumb teenagers. There was a depth to her. An old soul, my mother would say.

When Daniel went away and she was single, I was dating somebody from work. When that was over, she was dating an idiot named Ronny. Luckily, and after a lot of interventions of her friends - me included - she broke up with him. By that time, I dated another girl I had met online. Now that I was available, she was seeing a boy her age, a wannabe photographer named Juan. I met the guy and, even though he seemed nice, I had no idea how he got to be with her. Anyway, it was always like that.

Not that I had any expectations or thought about being with her before. I just happened to like everything about her, so I admired her, and I always tried to be a good friend. Like an older brother – a brother that would always look at her and wonder? Yes. But I wasn’t actually her brother, so there was nothing creepy about it. Carolina was here by herself, going to the last year of highschool and already saving money for college. She emancipated herself when she turned sixteen and she lived alone, working to pay her own expenses from a very young age. Always smart, always very adult. She had that soothing voice, and a tendency to always look at the good side of things.

The same Carol liked to be taken roughly and choked. What the hell. I imagined it for a moment, and I started to get rock hard. How could I not? How can an aggressive, dominant guy, not feel instantly aroused by the thought of the most lovely, tender, adorable girl he knows being ravished like that?

"So we agree that how a person looks and how she likes to be treated in bed are two completely different things. Right?" She stated, taking another sip of her drink. “Of everybody I know, you’d be the last one I’d imagine would think less of me because of that…”

Oh, fuck. Not what I intended at all.

I looked back quickly to the apartment when she had her head down to see if anybody watched us, then I passed my arm around her waist and pulled her little body close to mine.

"Yes. We agree." I nodded. "And I would never think less of you because of that. I was just surprised."

She leaned on my shoulder in a lovely way, then she looked at me and smiled warmly. I wanted to keep the subject, so I just decided to push her a little, and I shot a question that had just popped in my mind.

“How old were you when you had your first time? You are so young…” I said, sounding intrigued, but trying to be playful. The last thing I wanted was to sound as if I was judging her.

"I was fifteen. I had been dating the same boy since I was twelve, believe it or not. He was two years older than me. He never had initiative. Then one day I caught the idiot masturbating to a picture of me wearing the swimsuit I wore at school..."

"Whoa!!!"

"Yeeeeees!!!" She prolonged the word like saying 'really!'

"What did you do?"

"I talked to him. Tried to understand. He said almost the same thing you said, that he didn't think of me that way. Apparently, he was getting crazy thinking about doing it with me, but he respected me too much to ask. So I explained to him that I also thought a lot about sex, more than he could ever imagine, and I had sex with him." She explained, always sounding so calm, as if nothing could be a problem to her. Ever. “So much happens, or doesn’t, because we don’t say what we want…”

Carol was openly pushing me to take initiative. It was the second time she had compared me to that boy, her first boyfriend. It was so out in the open now, that there was no denying I was understanding it the right way: Carol was a sweet little thing that was absolutely into sex, all kinds of it, and she wanted to give me a chance.

I wanted to do it the right way, so I kept the conversation going, even though It was inevitable trying to escape the imagery of a fifteen-year-old Carol having sex for the first time, having to reassure her boyfriend that it was ok to have her, giving herself to him like that. Lucky bastard.

"Did you like it?" I asked, at the same time a gust of cold air hit the balcony, and I felt her squeezing herself against me very nicely, so I held her tighter as well. She smelled so good, a fruity scent.

"Yes, I liked it a lot from the start. The way I felt vulnerable, even the way it hurt..." She looked at me again after saying that last part, as if trying to get my reaction. “Weird, huh?”

There was no holding it back anymore, as I felt fully erect, hard as a rock. I imagined the scene: the boy getting into her virgin little entrance, and her cute face contorted with the pain of having her virginity taken away from her… And loving it. Jesus. Lascivious since young and a born masochist? Carol? Tiny, delicate, lovely Carol?

"So, did he get the hint?" I asked casually, but not able to take my eyes off her anymore.

“Not really,” she sighed, and I felt her relax.

I finally had made her feel comfortable, as I managed to make her believe I didn’t think of it as a big deal. Which, to me, it was. I had never heard of a girl who was so ahead in understanding herself as a masochist that she’d admit to have enjoyed losing her virginity. I had to keep a straight face and the conversation flowing. The safest she felt around me, the better.

“So it didn’t go as you expected afterwards, probably. That’s a shame.”

"After a while, I lost interest. I didn't know why exactly but, we had sex twice after that and I didn't feel the same way. He treated me very gently... I felt like an idiot for not giving him credit for that. For a long time I felt like I was some kind of whore for wanting him to treat me badly, for wanting him to push me into doing things and he never did. I was never, ever, at the tip of my toes and I wanted it. So I eventually broke up with him." She said in a regretful manner. "After that I had sex just a few times. Your friend Daniel, who I thought was the badass he seemed to be, or wanted to be..."

We laughed together at that comment.

"He was a really cool experience, anyway, and he introduced me to you guys... So, in the end, it was worth the two times we had sex, in which he came by himself both times. He didn't have a clue on how to make me get there, or he had no interest in doing so… Sad, really sad." She ended the sentence in a lighter, joking tone, after she realized our conversation was heading to a melodramatic tone.

I laughed out loud and shook my head. "People you know while growing up and that just stays around you... That was the case with Daniel. Actually, it is the same with Marcus, too. I don't really have much in common with those two anymore, but they are my friends. There's not much I can do. But Danny brought you to us, cheers to that." I said and we touched our glasses, making a clink.

"Yes. And the timing couldn't be better. I was starting to feel really depressed here. Working and studying in a new town and the few friends my age I made here were... God, they were so dumb, so shallow... Anyway." She drank a little more. "Then I met Ronny, which I already told you how he treated me... It was the best sex I ever had, but he wasn't like that only in bed. He was a jerk. A real, huge, idiot. So I convinced myself that I couldn't have the best of two worlds. I couldn’t have someone I could trust, someone who wouldn’t treat me like garbage because of the way I gave myself to him. I thought it was impossible to find someone interesting, that I'd like to spend time together and that would actually understand what I wanted sex-wise..."

Then she paused, taking a deep breath. She seemed sad, thoughtful.

"This is very dangerous." I said after thinking for a while.

"What?" She sounded surprised.

"It is dangerous to give yourself to someone you don't know, like that Ronnie guy." I said honestly and I showed it through the intensity of my words. I also tried my best not to sound pissed off while I talked, but just the thought of someone hurting her 'the wrong way' was unnerving.

Carol knew he was no good, so she didn't even give herself the trouble of introducing him to us. She knew we would warn her about him, or at least I would. Luckily, it was over soon.

"He could have hurt you in a way you wouldn't like. More than just your body. Some people don't know how to separate things. They don't understand that the way you give yourself is something they need to cherish, to be grateful for, even if that gratefulness mainly translates into sadism, control, violence. It was his responsibility to take care of you. Caring about you has to be on top of any other thing, it has to be his priority. Even if it has submission and pain in it, it is a relationship, a deal with two ends. He can end up controlling every single aspect of your life, if you are completely submissive and, to be that vulnerable to someone, you have to trust that person completely. Anything other and things can get really, really dangerous."

Carol just listened to me intently.

I cared so much about her that I was ready to give her a long speech. I was about to tell her that she didn't need to feel that way. After all, she had so much time ahead of her, she was so young, clever and gorgeous. Eventually, some lucky bastard would end up understanding her and he would fuck the hell out of her, bring her to the extreme she thinks she'll like and take care of her... But then...

"This is why I thought about you…" She said, shyly looking at me.

I just looked at her. The thought ran through my head: Carol had been thinking about this since the beginning.

"When I first met you guys, you were in that almost marriage with Leda. She was very nice to me, and the first one to treat me like an adult back then. If it wasn't for her, maybe you guys wouldn't even like me now because she was the one who put me in the conversations. Anyway, we were talking about you boys and the guys that were with Patricia and Diana back then. That's when she said that, when you guys first started dating, you were completely into these... Hard things, as she called it."

Therefore, it was Leda who ended up giving Carol the information that led to this conversation. It all made sense now. For even that, I would have to be grateful to that woman.

"As the other girls were talking about her sex lives, she mentioned that you were awesome in bed. Instantly, both Diana and Patricia showed a lot of interest in that information, excited even. I think Leda felt threatened somehow, as they are both gorgeous girls, and they happened to be very good friends of yours. So, she went all defensive, and she added 'yeah, but he had this freakish thing going on about liking to hurt girls, leather things, candles, whips and all sort of scary stuff...' She was trying to scare the girls somehow." Carol said with a half-smile on her lips.

"So, that's how you knew I was into... What you called… What was it? 'Fifty Shades of Gray stuff' a while ago..." I concluded, laughing. “Well played. Pretending to be innocent while knowing all these things.”

She smiled, embarrassed. "Yes, it was Leda who told us, even though she clearly regretted it soon as she said it. When the other girls started asking how she handled being with you, she changed her speech, saying that you had changed from the moment you guys started dating. Like she had sort of straightened you up. But she also said that she thought you were never completely over it, as if she felt she could lose you to somebody else at any minute."

Suddenly I felt like lighting up another cigarette. Smoking was something very particular that I used to do right before I met Leda, and another thing I had to refrain from while I was with her. By then, I was fresh out of college and, yes, I was completely lost into those kinds of things. Deep enough into domination and sadism, looking for it in any girl I met, that it spoiled all my previous relationships... Or what would become relationships.

In a way, Leda saved me. I was so involved with her… She knew what I liked, and she didn’t mind. Apparently, she liked me enough to try and change me. She included me in her big family - something that I never had - and she helped me change the way I perceived and experienced things. In fact, if I was a successful executive today, in a way, it was because of Leda. However, that other part of me, even if buried deep, it was still a part of me. It was as if I had a monster lurking on the edge of my conscience for all those years, fighting to be free.

"In the end, she didn't lose me to somebody else. Eventually, it stopped working. Us." I said, deep in thought.

"Yes, I know… So… Back then I would never betray her trust. I also knew you didn't see me like that. I noticed I don't exactly call your attention. I'm too young, too inexperienced… I was always a little sister to you, and I felt I could never be anything else..." Carol started again, looking down for the first time in a long while. Her voice had gotten a sad tone, as she diminished herself. She was telling me she thought she wasn’t enough for me, and I watched it in disbelief. "...And I know I'm with Juan but... I can break up with him and do it the right way... If you think we can try, even once... I mean, as you said, I trust you, I like you..."

"Carol..." My heart was beating like crazy. That was the most unexpected thing ever! Carolina thought I was too much for her! I tried to stop her, but she didn't let me.

"Alex, wait, just..." She looked me in the eyes again, her plump red lips trembling. "...You can do whatever you want to me. Anything, just--"

I covered her mouth with my hand to make her stop, and she threw me an indignant look.

"Wait." I said, almost a whisper, and I looked inside the apartment. I knew I had heard something.

Marcus was crossing the living room with his date while checking on the people lying on the couch and over the rug to see if anyone was awake. I most definitely didn’t want him to know any of this, and if he found us there like that I was sure that he would say so much shit that I’d want to throw him off the balcony. In no time everybody would know about this, and it would be over before starting.

"Follow my lead."

I put my whiskey down and reached for her hand. She saw them as well, so she knew what was happening. I took her little hand and went inside.

"You're still here? I thought you left." I lied when we got inside, and I continued before Marcus could start talking. Melissa, his date, got a little startled when we showed up. It was clear they were up to something, but I couldn’t care less. "I'm calling Carol an Uber, and I'm going home."

"What? No! C'mon, you guys can stay here. Plenty of room." He said in his best ‘c'mon-man-don't-stop-the-party’ way.

I shook my head. "I'll buy some cigarettes. Maybe I'll return, but Carol is in no shape to stay." I tightened my grip on her hand, and she followed my lead beautifully. She held my arm like her life depended on it, pressing it on her chest pretending she needed help not to fall, and she kept looking down, as if she wasn't even hearing the conversation. She was acting perfectly.

He raised an eyebrow, "You're smoking again? What the hell, man. But ok, bring it back and I'll smoke with you, alright? Go get the baby girl home. Next time don't let her get that drunk, unless you want to have some fun..." He scoffed, or tried to, when he noticed the scowl on my face.

Carol tightened the grip on my hand. Yes, I thought, he is a jerk. Lucky her, she never got close to him, as she was always more close to Patricia and Diana, even Izaac. But she never bought Marcus’ nice guy act.

"See ya, man. Bye, Melissa." I almost wished her good luck with him, but I held my horses - and all that booze - and just left the apartment with Carol tight on my arm.

Finally, it was just the two of us again. The elevator was at our floor and we got in. I looked at her and she was lost in thought and seemed somewhat sad. She thought I had used Marcus as an excuse to turn her down. I had interrupted her at the middle of her speech, and God knows how much courage she had to gather to say what she said to me. Especially considering that she never showed any hint what she was really like, or any interest in me... By the contrary, if someone asked me before tonight I'd say Carol looked like the kind of girl who'd be horrified by something aggressive like that and... For Christ's sake...

It was still hard to believe that Carol actually was interested in me. At the end, I was the lucky bastard.

I took the tip of her chin between my index finger and thumb, and I fondly lifted her face so she would look at me. She still had that sad, confused face, but I’d undo her apprehension right away.

"I need to know how you want this to happen." I said.

"What do you mean?" Expectation overflowed on her words, her eyes wide open.

"We can try, but I need to know what you want. I need to know if you just want sex the way you'd like, if you’d consider a relationship with me if this feels right…” She looked at me surprised. Yes, Carol, I want to be with you, I thought. “The only thing I don’t want is to ruin things between us. So, I want you to be very specific. You said a while back that I could do whatever I wanted to you. Were you just trying to get to me, or do you really want to be my submissive?”

Then, before she could answer, the elevator doors opened. I led her by the hand through the lobby out of the building and into the street, heading to my car.

"I'm... I... I don't know how to say it." She laughed nervously. As we reached the sidewalk, another of those gusts of cold night air hit us. She hugged my arm in a very nice way, my triceps between her breasts, one of her hands on my elbow and the other pressed my forearm firmly on her lower belly.

I smiled at her in a reassuring way, "What? Is there something else you haven't told me yet?" Then I laughed. She did too, and the mood was getting lighter. "Just say what you think and I'll understand, I promise."

"So, you'd like me to get straight to the point." She half stated, half asked me, and I nodded. "I always had a crush on you, but you made it clear, all this time, that there was this distance between us..."

I stopped, pulled her by the waist and, unceremoniously, I kissed her. At first she gasped, startled, but seconds later I felt her relax in my arms. I held her even tighter, and I voraciously began to explore her mouth, her tongue now dancing with mine while I tasted her soft lips. I could feel her completely into it. It was real, she was mine, and it felt so good to hold her little body tight like that…

I broke our kiss and looked her in the eyes.

"Really?"

"Yes." She took a deep breath. "Knowing about your... Preferences... It just made you the best of two worlds. Since the beginning I considered you the most interesting among our friends, but you always treated me like I was a child. I tried everything to get your attention, to make you look at me like you looked at the other girls, even our friends..."

Now I could see that clearly. Was my self-esteem that low? Was it that unbelievable that a young girl - correction - a stunning, interesting, young girl like her could be into me? Not believing that for even a single moment made everything I felt about her turn into admiration, overprotection. I thought that was the reason she messaged me every time something happened, or that she always asked me to take her to places, to bring her home… It was her trying to get me to look at her, for all this time. I felt stupid. Especially now that I felt her body on mine, and that I thought of all the possibilities ahead of us that we could be enjoying earlier if I wasn’t so blind. I wouldn’t lose any more time.

"Well, now I'm looking at you. More than that, I’m feeling you. Right here,” I tighten my arms around her. “I'll take you to my car and I'll fuck you, then you'll answer what I asked in the elevator. Are you ok with that?" She gasped, nervously, her little body trembled, and I don’t think it was the cold air.

"As much as you want." She purred the answer, looking to my mouth. I could feel the arousal impregnated in her words. "As hard as you want to." Then, she gave me a light kiss on the lips and looked me in the eyes, waiting.

I took her by the hand, and led her to the private parking lot around the corner of that block, full of luxury apartment buildings. The person inside the booth didn't even see us getting in, what was good.

My car was on the third and last floor; it was a BMW M4 Coupé from the last model year, white with the black top, a two-door sports car. There was no other car around it and, at 2AM, I doubted we would see people coming over to get the other cars scattered on that floor.

When we were just beside it, I stopped her. She looked at me intrigued, even more when I crouched in front of her. Suddenly, I touched her calves and, from them, I slid my hands up slowly, enjoying the feeling of her slender and toned legs, the skin so smooth. She panted, worriedly looking to the empty parking lot until I finally cupped her butt with my both hands, where I found the silk shorts she wore underneath.

My eyes always on hers, she gasped when I slowly pulled them down, panties and all.

"I don't want these to be in the way." I said while getting up. "If you're wearing a bra or something like that, take them off then get in by the passengers door."

Without hesitation or question, Carol walked to the other side of the car and pulled the sweater down, both her shoulders and her breasts passing through its neckband. She wore a strapless and black bra, which she took off and threw it to me. Her breasts were wonderful, skin slightly brighter, proudly pointing up and topped with nipples of a beautiful tone of red. Then she pulled the sweater up again, fast as she was feeling cold. Then, she opened the door and went in. I took a moment to smell her bra, full of that sweet scent of hers, preparing myself mentally to accept that, yes, that was happening.

I got in and sat on the driver's seat, which I moved as far back as I could. I put her bra in the cup holder at the console near the shifter, and then we spent only a moment looking at each other. Her cheeks were red in such a lovely manner... She looked fragile, apprehensive, like prey in front of a predator. Carol was absolutely stunning. The contour of her perky breasts showed beneath the sweater, the protruding marks of her nipples standing out.

Without ceremony, I tapped my lap with both hands.

"On top of you?" She asked.

"Yes." I nodded. "And I hope you're wet because I'm going to be inside of you right away."

"I am..." She said while trying to find a way to climb onto me. Her sweater went up a little amidst the process, and I could see her shape down there for the first time, the thin line of light-brown pubic hair, those full mounds covering her entrance, so only a beautiful line of red could be seen, like in a younger girl. She was breathtaking to the very detail. "If you want me dry, you’d have to get me by surprise..." Carol purred while accommodating herself on top of me – her low stature helping a lot in the process, as she was only 1,60 (5'3") – she managed to put one leg by each side of me, her knees bent and her crotch perfectly aligned with my throbbing, hard member. "... Because even your voice is turning me on today."

With one hand I got the small of her back, with the other I unzipped my trousers and took my hard, pulsating cock in hand. I did it fast. She gasped beautifully and closed her eyes when she felt the tip of it already rubbing on her pussy. I positioned the head in between her lips, then I held her firmly by the waist with both hands and unceremoniously pushed her down on it.

"OOoohh…" She groaned beautifully when it forced passage, I felt it stretching the delicate skin of her entrance. Then little by little, forcing it in non-stop, I felt the tip of my cock winning her initial tightness and it suddenly popped inside of her.

"Nnnnnnnghh!!!" She groaned loudly, her legs shaking, as I abruptly forced the head of my cock inside of her. Without moving back and forth to make things easier, it felt like my member forcefully stretched her insides. Until the grip of her pussy held me in place, not letting me go any further.

I groaned as well, as she felt so tight that it was hurting me. It felt amazing, though. I knew pretty well how I wanted it to follow: rough. So, I quickly lifted her up a little, and I pushed her fiercely down again. More of it forced its way in.

"Aaaaahhhh!" She groaned again, and again, when I repeated the process. At the third thrust, it slid in beautifully with the help of her juices. She opened her eyes wide, looking deep into mine, surprised, or frightened, or amazed. A lot of conflicting sensations on her face, and I loved it. That’s what I wanted. That was how I wanted her to feel from now on. At the tip of her toes, as she said she wanted.

Carol didn't feel at all like a girl who's had sex so many times, or at it was an effect of how long she had gone without it because there was no way she was normally that tight. So, without delonging it further, I started to fuck her, guiding her up and down roughly using my hands, clawed tightly to her hips.

"Ahhh-Ahhhh-Aoohhhhhhh" Carol kept groaning sharply as I rejoiced in the way I felt the skin of my dick scraping the inner walls of her tight young pussy.

I imposed a rhythm, in and out, controlling her movements by her hips while rocking my pelvis up and down. She kept panting loudly, moaning, and when I felt her relax a little, I thrusted my dick inside of her as fiercely and deeply as I could. Without being completely in still, sometimes I felt like I was hitting the bottom of her pussy, but I just kept going. Until I felt it surely banging against the deepest part of her, and I slapped her tight butt in response with all the strength, holding nothing back. It made a sharp loud sound inside the car.

"Aaaaugh!" Carol groaned, looking at me, and I felt her legs tremble even more. I did it again, same strength, "Aaaaauuh!"

Then, I decided to try her. I grabbed her hair and pulled at it, yanking her head back, and I hit her as hard as I could. “Come on, scream for me, don’t be shy!” SLAP!

“AAAAAAAUUUGH!!” She let out a beautiful scream, and I felt her pussy squeeze me tighter. The little girl was panting, fast, as I when back to fucking her hard again.

Her thighs started shaking even more, and I could feel her pussy twitching non-stop... She was at the edge of an orgasm already... It was unbelievable. I hadn't done a third of what I had planned yet. She wasn't lying about how she wanted it, how she liked it… Which was amazing.

I decided that, if I was letting her come already, I was going to come with her. So, I let go of her hair, grabbed her hips tightly, and I started pummeling in and out of her tight little entrance with all I got. At that position I couldn’t move as I wanted, so I couldn’t push it in as far, or as hard as I wanted to. However, I started to feel her body shake as a whole, my little girl shamelessly and loudly groaning inside the car.

Trying to make her sit straight, so I could go deeper inside of her, I asked her to lean back, to which she obeyed instantly. Carol leaned back on the steering wheel, her legs spread and shaking from both her arousal and all the straining to keep herself there, bouncing up and down as I led her. As I kept fucking her, I decided to let the moment sink in, so gave her a good look. Her face blushed scarlet, sweat soaked her girly fringe on her forehead, she let out desperate little moans through her gritted teeth and her eyes were narrow, focused. Her whole world seemed to resume going up and down my cock at that moment.

I also noticed her perky young breasts bouncing inside her sweater, following the rhythm in which I fucked her tight little pussy. Not thinking much, I leaned forward myself, and I bit the top of her right breast, hard.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-UUUUHH!!!" She screamed loudly, letting everything go while I felt my teeth sink in her tender tit under the thick fabric. Her groan followed the rhythm in which I fucked her, and she wouldn’t stop screaming for as long as I kept my teeth clamped there. I knew I had taken more than her nipple in my mouth. I tightened up a bit before I let her tit go, making her groan on a high-pitch. "AAAEEEEEE!!!!

Then I leaned back on my seat again, looking her in the eyes and they were wide, her breathing deep and hard.

"Just something for you... To remember me by... Tomorrow." I said.

"D-Don't worry, I-I d-don't... Ahhhh! I don't t-think I wo-would! Huu-uuuuh-ahhhh!" She answered between moans and little gasps.

Right after that, she seemed not to be able to keep that position any longer. So, she lifted her legs a little, finding new places to put her feet to my sides. It was as if she was curled up on top of me, her head touching the roof of the car. She was finally sitting straight on top of me, which would allow me to finally ram the whole thing inside of her, which I did, promptly.

I inadvertently pulled her down while arching my pelvis up, as fiercely as I could. That’s when I felt that the tip of my cock had definitely hit what seemed to be the deepest part of her. I felt the tip of my cock not only banging against her cervix, but forcing its way up, as if forcibly distending her towards her womb. The feeling was amazing, like I had been engulfed by her, and the deepest part of her grazed the tip of my cock causing an unexpected, awesome sensation, making me groan in ecstasy. What I didn’t expect was how loud Carol would scream after I did it.

"AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGHHHHH!!!" The girl let out a hurtful scream, from the top of her lungs, and she instantly fell forward burying her face on my neck while wrapping her arms around it. Gasping and trembling, she started to cry.

Fuck. What did I do?

I stopped, took some of it out of her, and hugged her, worried.

"Are you ok?" I asked, astonished. I caressed her hair and gave her a minute. I helped her unfold her legs, to let her relax for a while.

"Yes..." She nodded, panting, her face still buried on my neck. Then, she laid her head sideways on my shoulder, so I could partially see her face in the dark. "I'm not very deep down there." Carol smiled, still sniffing, her cute face full of tears. "I'll explain later."

For a moment, I felt like a monster. Even though I worried, that had actually excited me. It was Carol there, and I had hurt her badly, it was obvious, but I wanted more. However, before I could swirl into that succession of self-deprecating thoughts, she smiled at me. Everything seemed ok, and for the first time in my life, I felt comfortable being who I was. Her pussy was still pulsating around my cock, and I throbbed myself. It wasn’t over. She smiled at me, and explained herself as if it was her fault for not being able to accommodate all of me inside of her. From that moment forward, three things were obvious in my head: One, I would do everything in my power to keep this happening because, two, I loved her.

Taking her by the hips, I lift her a little more, leaving a third of my cock still inside of her. "Show me how deep you want me to go, little girl."

"How deep can you go with my consent?" She asked, her face still reposing on my shoulder. I understood instantly what her surprised tone meant. She didn't expect me asking for permission.

"How deep can I go today without it being unbearable?" I asked. Even though I wanted to push all in again and feel her body convulsing like it did moments ago, I had to make this work. It was our first time. I could always do it again in the future in a more comfortable situation.

Carolina leaned her forehead on mine, the tip of our noses touching. Then she took my hands, which were caressing her back, and she put them back on her hips. Not saying a word, she assumed that crouching position again, her legs trembling a lot.

"I'm yours." She whispered. "You can hurt me as much as you want."

How badly did I want to hurt Carol? A lot.

In any way possible? Maybe... As long as it didn't cause any real damage...

Why? Because I cared about Carol. A lot.

"I want to fuck your brains out..." I started saying while I begun guiding her up and down again, slowly, not going too deep in, "...hurt you, feel you, use you..." she closed her eyes and started moaning softly, her little mouth opened into an "O", "...but most of all I care about you. I need to know you, so I won't damage you in a way I would regret later."

I let go of her hips and hugged her tightly, while guiding her up and down gently. Her pussy was absolutely wet. I felt her whole body starting to shake again, especially her legs, and her breathing was getting deeper, louder... She was getting ready to come, and I felt myself coming as well. She opened her eyes, looking into mine, and moaned shakily while a powerful orgasm took over her.

Feeling her twitching inside, spasming, her lips on mine while she groaned, I lost control and pushed her down more violently. “AAAAUGH! AUUUUGH! AAAAAAWWW!” Three deep and paused thrusts, and I gushed all I had directly into her womb, as I felt my cock once again pushing against her deepest part. With short movements, I felt the tip of my cock grazing on her cervix yet again, and her orgasm only intensified. Carol went crazy, wrapping her arms around my neck tightly, and howling for me. That sharp pain and overwhelming pleasure were all over her face and on her voice, reverberating through her whole young body.

"AAAAUUUUGHHHH-AAAAOOOOOOOH-AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" For a moment, she convulsed as if she was being electrocuted and I couldn't hear myself groaning my own orgasm, because the car was filled with her agonizing and sweet voice.

…

Stillness reigned for a moment. Her body fell limp on top of mine, and we just breathed. She was all panting, gasping sounds, and shaking. After a while, I felt my breathing returning to normal and, more than two minutes later, hers.

I took her cheeks in my hands and her eyes found mine, her makeup was a little splayed, following the path where her tears ran down, but even though exhausted, she looked ok.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" I asked. “I lost myself a little bit in the end, and that can happen again… If we do this… I don’t know if I’ll be able to balance things. You’re irresistible to me…”

“I don’t want you to resist… I’ll be fine with whatever you do to me. You already seem to take more care of me than I do myself, so I trust you. I promise I’ll never blame you for doing what you want,” and she kissed me on the lips. “You’re making me free, so I want you to be free.”

“Carol, I love you. Even though I want to hurt you.”

“Alex, I love you. Please hurt me.”

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