Page 375 of Phobia

He grinned slyly. “I think I could teach yeh more than what yeh could have ever imagined. But I need y’er full trust first. Do I have it?”

His riddles alone frightened me, but I was already in too deep, so I nodded.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make it fun for yeh. Open y’er mouth.”

I did as I was told. I found it strange that he’d make me drink from an empty bottle, but I still sealed my lips around it.

“Suck on it,” he ordered, his lips turning up wickedly.

I sucked nothing but air into my throat.

He chuckled. “No, suck on it like you’d suck my cock.”

I had never given a blowjob before, but I had heard the girls talk about it. Apparently, you were supposed to wrap your lips around a dick, I meancock, and suck like you were trying to get the juice out from a sugar cane, except the part about using your teeth to bite into the fibers. I slid more of the neck past my lips, reaching as far down as I could, and flattened my tongue under the glass, then I retracted until just the mouth of the bottle remained between my lips.

Bastien’s groan rumbled through me. “That’s it, baby. Just like yeh would suck me,” he urged.

I moved faster and smoother, coating the glass with my saliva, all the while keeping my eyes on Bastien. His heavy-lidded gaze suggested that he was enjoying my amateur technique.

He gently slid the neck from my lips and held the now slick vessel up to the moonlight. Suddenly, he spit on the neck and painstakingly spread it with cupped hands down the length. Our saliva mixed together, coating the glass. From the intensity of his expression, I knew where he was going to put that bottle.

Fear gripped my throat. I thrashed to get away, but his weight cemented me to the dirt below.

“Trust,” he commanded, eyes hot like the sun on my face. One word. One promise I had made to someone I barely knew. He’d warned me that he wasn’t gentle, and I had accepted the risks. Now, it was time to accept the consequences.

He slid down my body and dove between my legs, his tongue on my clit again.This time, he stroked me harder. My body jerked from the sudden shock, the feelings more intense than I was used to.

He grabbed one of my breasts and toyed with my nipple as he worked over my writhing body and the girl named Rosalie I had been since birth, died under his touch. She was now a woman that yearned for this rawness.

In an instant, he released my breast, and I felt my lower lips part wide. My legs shook like leaves in anticipation.

“Keep y’er legs open for me, baby.” He pressed my thighs down, contorting me so my feet were joined together and my knees were flared out in a pose that exposed my entire center to him.

Hardness nudged at my slit, and all the air left my lungs, turning my whole body into a rigid plank.

“I need yeh to breathe for me, little songbird. I won’t hurt yeh,” Bastien’s warm voice coaxed from below.

“Bastien, I can’t. What if it breaks inside of me?” I squirmed thinking of the glass shattering and the sharp edges slicing me.

“It won’t break. I won’t let it. Now relax for me else y’er hymen won’t be the only thing bleeding because of this bottle.” His thumb massaged my bud, and his strokes were slower and more sensual. I closed my eyes and let my body relax into his touch. His hands had a magical way of loosening every muscle and ligament in my body, and my pussy was no exception.

The mouth of the bottle pressed further into me, its fullness stretching me down there.

Gently, it retreated and then filled me again, this time sliding in quicker than before. The mixture of lust and fear drove my hips to move with each wind of his thumb on my nub, taking in more and more of the bottle as I moved.

“That’s my girl. Imagine this is my cock filling yeh, stretching yeh wide. Show me how yeh would ride me.”

I rocked my pelvis, my motion steady, imagining the feeling of his fat cock in place of the hard bottle. My mouth watered as I pictured how big he must have been.

When I looked down, I saw the barrel of the bottle in his hands, moving against me. This was so weird and not how I’d imagined I’d be screwed for the first time. But I couldn’t push him away. My sick body was a traitor to my mind, and it belonged to him now.

We moved faster and my back arched to feel more of it inside of me. I moaned like a wild dog in heat, yelping for more. “Bastien,” I cried out.

“Feels nice, don’t it? I promised I’d teach yeh everything if yeh just trusted me.”

I bore down on the bottle, my hips bucking wildly. New feelings were building inside, like water being held back by a frail dam. “Don’t stop, Bastien.”

Without warning, the length inside of me was ripped away. I whimpered at the loss.