Forbidden Desire Unleashed Oh man...mmm, that feels good... I open my eyes to try to figure out why the hell it feels like my dick is buried in someone's tight, soaking pussy... Oh yeah. Because it is. We were still on the choir van, and Tori was still impaled on my now semi-erect cock. She was sleeping peacefully at the moment, and I felt no reason to wake her. As I roused myself to a mostly awake state, I tried to take stock of the situation more coherently. Oh God. I had raped her. In the moment, it was basically a crime of passion. My dick had overruled any rational thought process I might've had in it's attempt to bury itself in some pussy, and it had succeeded. But I wasn't a monster. Now that the deed was done and I was thinking rationally, the guilt began to settle heavily on my mind. As I lay there cursing myself for my actions, I noticed a cold chill run up her spine. Like I said, I'm basically a good person, so I wrapped my arm around her without really thinking about it. Tori, reacting unconsciously in her sleep, snuggled tight against my body, her arm wrapping itself over mine and holding it against her chest. She gave this cute little sigh of contentment after she had done so, and the ghost of a smile appeared on her lips. Damn, she was cute. I felt my dick begin to harden inside her, almost of it's own accord. She snuggled closer at that point, fully impaling herself on me, and my dick began to take over my thought process again. I mean, here was this gorgeous 130lbp blonde bombshell of a valley girl with perky C-cups who was virtually grinding on my dick. My body reacted instantly without asking permission from my conscious mind. My cock, only semi erect up until this point, hardened to it's fullest instantly and twitched inside her. This definitely registered somewhere in her conscious mind, and her eyes began to flutter open. I tried to will myself to hold still as she awoke. She quickly realized what had woken her and turned her head to look back at me. Her eyes opened a little wider. "Shit, I thought it was just a dream," she whispered. That explained why she was so wet. She turned to face forward again and began to sob quietly. My guilt trip was complete. I hated myself in that moment. Even so, I still couldn't bring myself to pull out of her. "Look, I'm really sorry... " I started lamely. …the next moment changed everything
