Making Ida a pregnant teen beauty, Part 5 - Linebacker

The next morning I woke up in my big armchair, the TV still on with the live feed from the bedroom camera. Ida was still fast asleep on the bed, completely naked. The duvet had slipped off during the night, leaving her small, firm ass and right leg completely exposed. Her pale skin was still marked with red handprints and faint bruises from the brutal fucking I had given her the night before. Her asshole was still slightly gaping, a thin trail of dried cum visible between her cheeks, and her pussy lips were swollen and red.

I sat there enjoying the sight on the big TV while I ate my breakfast — coffee and toast — slowly stroking my morning-hard cock. Ida lay restlessly in her sleep, her small body twitching now and then, soft whimpers escaping her lips as the pain from yesterday’s abuse still lingered. The visible marks on her ass, thighs and breasts made my cock throb even harder.

I picked up my phone and sent the exact GPS position of the cabin to my friend “Linebacker” with a short message: “She’s ready. Come today.” A few seconds later I got the reply: “On my way. Four hours.”

I leaned back and started rewatching the film from yesterday on the big screen — the high-definition recordings of every brutal moment. Especially the part where I fought my way into Ida’s incredibly tight pussies and her resistant hymen. The camera had captured everything perfectly: how her small virgin slit had stretched obscenely around the fat head of my cock, the moment the thin membrane tore with a wet ripping sound, the bright red blood that gushed out and coated my shaft, her high-pitched screams, the way her whole body convulsed when I finally slammed balls-deep into her womb. I watched it again and again in slow motion — the way her tight pussy lips were pulled inside out with every thrust, the bulge in her lower belly when I bottomed out inside her uterus, the thick ropes of cum I pumped straight into her fertile womb. My cock was rock-hard again as I relived every raw second of destroying her virginity.

Ida slowly started waking up on the screen, blinking confusedly, her face twisting in pain as she felt the soreness between her legs and in her ass. I quickly made a big bowl of warm oatmeal with fresh blueberries and a little more sleeping medicine mixed in for later. I carried the bowl into the bedroom, opened the heavy door and said in a firm voice, “You may eat when you have changed the bed sheets. Here’s clean bedding.” I threw the clean sheets on the bed and left the room, locking the thick door carefully behind me with several loud clicks.

On the TV I watched Ida struggle. She got out of bed on shaky, sore legs, her small body wincing with every movement. Her ass and pussy were still visibly swollen and marked. She tried to strip the dirty, cum- and blood-stained sheets off the mattress, but her sore muscles and the pain made it hard — she had to bend over, her gaping asshole and swollen pussy on full display for the camera. It took her several long minutes of painful effort to get the clean sheets on. When she finally finished she sat down on the edge of the bed, exhausted and broken, and started eating the oatmeal hungrily, tears still running down her cheeks.

Ida fell back into a deep, drugged sleep after eating the oatmeal, her small naked body curled up under the clean sheets. I went to the closet and picked out the clothes I had prepared for her. A tiny red string thong that was almost completely see-through — the thin fabric would barely cover her swollen pussy and would leave her stretched asshole clearly visible. A crisp white dressage shirt and a fitted black vest, the kind used in high-level horse competitions. A very short black pleated skirt that was way too short for any real dressage — it would barely cover the bottom of her ass cheeks. Small white ankle socks and shiny black riding boots that would come up to her knees.

Exactly one hour before my friend “Linebacker” was supposed to arrive, Ida slowly woke up again. I walked into the bedroom carrying the outfit on a hanger and the riding whip in my other hand.

“Go take a shower and put this on,” I said firmly, holding the clothes out to her. “My friend is coming soon. You must be very nice to him if you don’t want to try this.” I raised the riding whip and let it snap loudly in the air. Ida flinched and stared at it with wide, scared eyes.

“When I say ‘nice’ I mean you will repeat everything we did yesterday — willingly. If you do it voluntarily we won’t need to tie you up. You decide how you want to do it… but he will cum deep inside your pussy within the next three hours. Understand?”

I left the room without waiting for an answer and locked the heavy door behind me. Back in the living room I sat down in my big armchair with a cold beer, turned on the TV to the bathroom and bedroom cameras and leaned back to enjoy the show.

On the screen I watched Ida in the shower in perfect detail. She stood under the hot water on shaky legs, her small body still marked with red handprints and bruises from last night. She washed her swollen pussy and gaping asshole carefully, wincing every time her fingers touched the sore, stretched holes. Water ran down her small firm breasts, over her flat stomach and between her legs, rinsing away the last traces of dried cum and blood. She dried herself slowly, her movements careful and pained, then started putting on the outfit.

First the tiny red see-through string thong — she pulled it up her thighs and the thin red fabric disappeared between her ass cheeks, barely covering her swollen pussy lips. The white dressage shirt and black vest came next — she buttoned them up, the tight vest pushing her small breasts up and making them look even perkier. Then the short black pleated skirt that barely covered the bottom of her ass — every time she moved it rode up and showed the red string and the lower part of her cheeks. She pulled on the small white ankle socks and finally stepped into the shiny black riding boots, zipping them up to her knees. The whole outfit made her look like a slutty little dressage pony — innocent on top, completely fuckable underneath.

I sat there sipping my beer, my cock already hard again, enjoying every second of her getting dressed and the way the short skirt kept riding up to show her barely covered ass and pussy.

The light above the front door suddenly blinked red and my watch vibrated against my wrist. Someone was coming up the long private road toward the cabin. I grabbed the remote and pressed the button, instantly bringing up multiple camera feeds on the big TV. The entire 8 km long driveway was now covered in crystal-clear live footage from hidden cameras along the road. A single black SUV was slowly making its way through the trees. It was my friend Linebacker — and only him. Good. I could trust him completely.

I quickly fetched two ice-cold beers from the fridge and stepped outside the cabin to wait for him in the cool evening air. A few minutes later the big SUV rolled up and stopped. The door opened and a massive man stepped out — Linebacker was even bigger than I remembered, a true giant, towering over me with broad shoulders, thick arms and a heavy, muscular frame that made the ground seem to shake slightly when he walked.

We cracked open the beers and clinked them together. Linebacker immediately swallowed two big blue Viagra pills with a long gulp of his beer, grinning as he did it. We stood there talking casually while I received the thick envelope of cash he had brought — the agreed amount for letting him use the 19-year-old beauty I had kept as my personal baby for the night. “Not every day you get to fuck a tight 19-year-old beauty you’ve held captive like a little baby,” I said with a dark laugh.

Linebacker looked at me with a knowing smirk. “When I saw your post I had no doubt — I was going to bid the highest. I know her father, old colleague of mine.” I coughed hard into my beer, almost spitting it out in surprise. “You know her dad?” I asked, eyes wide.

He nodded. “Yeah. That’s why I wanted her so badly.”

I chuckled and handed him the spare Epstein mask. “I think she will do exactly as you say. If she doesn’t, just ask her if you should call me. Better put this on.” He pulled the mask over his huge head. It looked almost like the original but stretched tight over his larger face, making him look even more menacing and anonymous.

I drank the rest of my beer in one long gulp and burst out laughing at how ridiculous and terrifying he looked in the mask — a giant monster ready to destroy the little 19-year-old inside. He laughed too, the deep sound rumbling in his chest as we stood there in the dark, finishing our beers and preparing for what was coming next.

I unlocked the heavy door and let Linebacker step inside the bedroom, then locked it again behind him with a loud click. I walked back to my big armchair in the living room, sat down with another cold beer and turned the volume up on the TV so I could hear every single sound. The cameras showed everything in perfect high-definition detail.

Linebacker looked down at the tiny 19-year-old in her slutty dressage outfit and grinned under his mask. “Hey babe, give me a big hug and kiss.”

He effortlessly lifted Ida up as if she weighed nothing, his huge hands grabbing her bare ass cheeks under the short pleated skirt, squeezing the soft flesh hard while he pulled her against his massive chest. Ida let out a small scared whimper as her legs dangled in the air and her body pressed against his enormous frame.

“Dance for me, really slutty,” he ordered as he sat down on the edge of the bed, still holding her for a second before letting her stand between his thick thighs. “Then come sit on my lap.”

Ida started dancing slowly and shyly at first, her small hips moving, the short black pleated skirt riding up and showing the red see-through string thong and the lower part of her ass. She grew a little more desperate, turning around and bending over so he could see her barely covered pussy and the red marks on her cheeks. Finally she climbed onto his lap, straddling one of his huge muscular thighs, her small body looking tiny against his massive frame.

“Stand up,” he growled. “Remove all your clothes slowly and slutty. Let me see how beautiful you are. When you’re completely naked you’re going to open my pants and give me a blowjob.”

Ida’s hands were shaking as she slowly unbuttoned the white dressage shirt and black vest, letting them fall to the floor and revealing her small firm breasts. She unzipped the short pleated skirt and let it drop, then hooked her fingers in the tiny red see-through string thong and pulled it down her thighs, stepping out of it. She was completely naked except for the small white socks and shiny black riding boots. She stood there shyly, trying to cover herself with her hands while Linebacker stared at her with hungry eyes.

She knelt down between his massive thighs and opened his pants with trembling fingers. No underwear. His cock sprang out — almost as long as mine but noticeably thicker, a real monster with thick veins and a fat purple head already leaking precum. Ida pulled back frightened, her eyes wide with panic. “I… I can’t… that’s too big,” she said almost hysterically.

Linebacker’s voice turned cold. “Should I call our common friend?”

Ida shook her head quickly, tears already forming in her eyes. She moved closer again, knelt down between the huge thighs and leaned forward. With a broken sob she started kissing the thick shaft of his monster cock, her small soft lips pressing gentle, reluctant kisses along the veiny length while her hands shook in her lap.

Linebacker looked down at the tiny kneeling girl between his massive thighs and growled, “So slut, take it in your mouth.”

Ida stared at the enormous cock in front of her, her eyes wide with fear. She tried, opening her small mouth as wide as she could, but the fat purple head was simply too big. She could barely get her lips around the tip, her jaw already aching.

“Suck it, you can do it,” Linebacker ordered, his voice deep and commanding.

Ida tried harder, stretching her mouth painfully wide. Only the very tip and half the head managed to squeeze past her lips. The thickness was overwhelming. Linebacker placed one huge hand on the back of her head and pulled her forward forcefully. Her mouth stretched even more, the corners of her lips cracking and tearing slightly on one side as a thin trickle of blood mixed with saliva ran down her chin. She gagged violently, tears streaming down her face, but she couldn’t take any more.

Linebacker pulled her head back a little and chuckled darkly. “Then you have to kiss and lick it like a good little whore.”

Ida obeyed brokenly, her small soft tongue and lips moving along the thick veiny shaft, kissing and licking every inch while she cried quietly. She worked on it for several long minutes, her saliva coating the monster cock until it glistened.

After a while Linebacker pushed her gently back. “Lie down on the bed. I want to taste your pussy.”

Ida crawled onto the bed on shaky legs and lay on her back. Linebacker moved the mask slightly to the side so he could use his mouth freely. He buried his face between her spread thighs and started licking her sore, swollen pussy greedily — long, rough strokes of his thick tongue from her asshole all the way up to her clit. He sucked on her clit hard, making her whimper and jerk. Then he pulled out a small tube of expanding glide cream from his pocket, squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers and smeared it thoroughly into her tender, still-swollen pussy and asshole, working it deep inside her with two thick fingers while she gasped and moaned.

After several minutes of licking and fingering her he stood up and started removing his clothes. His body was pure muscle — broad chest, thick arms, heavy abs and powerful legs. His massive cock swung heavily between his thighs, still rock-hard and glistening with her saliva.

He squatted down between her spread legs, his enormous frame towering over her tiny body. He took his thick cock in his hand and ran the fat head up and down her slit — teasing her pussy and then pressing it against her still-gaping asshole. “Pussy or ass, what do you choose, babe?”

“Pussy…” Ida stammered, her voice small and broken.

Linebacker placed the enormous head right at the entrance of her sore pussy and pushed forward slightly. Ida panicked and begged, “Won’t you please let me be… please…”

“NO. That’s not an option,” Linebacker answered coldly, his huge hands gripping her hips as he prepared to force his way inside her.

I leaned forward in my big armchair, my eyes glued to the big TV screen. I quickly checked that all the recording indicators were glowing bright green — every camera was capturing every second in perfect 4K. This was going to be epic footage. I sipped my beer slowly, my cock rock-hard in my hand as I waited for the show to get even more intense.

Linebacker gripped Ida’s small hips hard, his thick fingers digging into her soft skin, already leaving red marks. He pushed forward slowly but forcefully. The enormous head of his cock pressed against her sore, swollen pussy entrance. Ida let out a long, broken moan as the fat tip slipped up and rubbed hard against her clit instead of going inside. He tried again and again — many slow, teasing attempts — but each time the massive head just slid up along her slit and bumped against her clit, making her jerk and whimper.

Linebacker growled in frustration, pulled back and squeezed more of the expanding glide cream directly into her pussy opening, working two thick fingers deep inside her to spread the slick lube. He tried again. This time the huge head finally forced its way past her entrance with a wet, stretching sound. Ida screamed loudly, her eyes widening in pain as the top of her pussy lips tore a little more. A thin stripe of fresh blood appeared and mixed with the clear lube running down her thighs.

He started moving — very slowly pulling out and pushing back in, working deeper inch by painful inch. It looked almost impossible. Her tiny pussy was stretched obscenely around the thick shaft, the lips pulled white and thin. Linebacker’s fingers left deep red marks on her hips from his iron grip as he kept forcing more of his monster cock inside her. Twenty long, agonizing minutes passed with slow, relentless thrusts until he finally had the entire massive length buried balls-deep inside her. Ida lay almost apathetic now, her eyes glassy, her small body limp except for the occasional twitch and whimper.

Then Linebacker started fucking her for real — hard, deep, brutal strokes. His heavy balls slapped loudly against her ass with every powerful thrust. Her small belly bulged visibly every time he bottomed out, the outline of his thick cock clearly visible under her skin. He pounded her without mercy, sweat dripping from his massive body onto her as he used her tiny pussy like a fleshlight. Ida’s broken moans and cries filled the room while I watched every raw second on the screen, my own cock throbbing in my hand.

Linebacker suddenly let out a deep, animalistic roar that echoed through the bedroom. His massive body tensed, every muscle flexing as he slammed himself as deep as possible into Ida’s tiny pussy. His enormous cock pulsed violently inside her, and thick, heavy ropes of hot cum blasted straight into her womb — spurt after powerful spurt, flooding her completely. His huge frame collapsed on top of her small body, crushing her into the mattress, his heavy chest pressing down on her small breasts as he kept grinding deep inside her, making sure every last drop stayed trapped in her fertile depths.

Ida struggled weakly to breathe under his massive weight, her small hands pushing uselessly against his broad shoulders, her face turning red as she gasped for air. After a long moment he finally lifted his huge body off her, slowly pulling his thick cock out of her ruined pussy with a long, wet sucking sound. A thick waterfall of his cum poured out of her gaping hole, running down her ass and soaking the sheets beneath her.

“Thanks babe, just what I needed,” he growled with a satisfied grin, slapping her swollen pussy lightly. “Go take a shower. I need a beer. Then I’ll be back for round two.”

I quickly turned off the TV in the living room so the screens went black. I stood up and waited by the heavy door, ready to open it the moment he knocked as we had agreed. There was no reason to show him the recordings yet — that could wait until I learned more about him and made sure I could trust him completely.

Ida crawled out of the bed on shaky legs, cum still leaking down her inner thighs in thick white streams. She walked unsteadily to the bathroom and stepped under the hot shower again, the water cascading over her small, abused body while she tried to wash away the fresh load he had just pumped into her.

A few minutes later Linebacker knocked loudly on the bedroom door. I unlocked it and let him out, ready for whatever came next.