"Cord," she crooned. "I really want you. I really want it!"
He pulled the gown down and cupped one of her breasts in the sheerest net bra he'd ever felt. Her beauties weren't as big as Erica's or Marsha's, but they were full, ripe globes with flint hard nipples.
"Oh, oh, oh," she went.
He tongued down her sweet young skin and bit the exposed nipple through the sheer bra. She surged under him.
"Oh, Cord. Cord. I want you to fuck me!" she panted.
Who was the aggressor? Who the shy one? Dizzy with desire, Cord pulled off her body and began to peel off the bridal gown. She wore the sheerest net panties he'd ever seen, a match for the bra which was hardly more than a transparent film.
Her body was absolutely elegant with that tautness of youth, yet the ripeness of fuckable girlhood, slender curves, white smoothness, suppleness, a dainty navel and flash of platinum pubic hair and the exciting sight of a pink cunt slice, innocent and small. She had richly stained her panties.
"His lingerie," she explained. "He insisted."
Cord removed the filmy things carefully for fear of tearing them.
"We'll have to see that Mr. Watson gets a first-rate Skimmer," he said. His budget could easily take care of that.
"I don't care if he gets nothing," she said. "I don't care if he gets my body for a while – as long as we do this."
She had a sex blush down to her shoulders and a romantic, far-off look in her eyes. Her cunt stained the silk of her inner thighs even when he wasn't touching her. There was not much use for a lot of foreplay. This female washot!
He was ready too. That luscious girl body cried out for penetration and his prick was crazy to slake its lust inside of her.
He mounted her, canted up her belly and spread her legs. She closed her eyes, bit her lower lips with perfect teeth and said, "Oh, Heaven. You're saving meeee."
He shook his head at his last lingering doubt and fit his prick to her cunt. It seemed impossible that this thick, hard blade could fit into that dainty pink slice.
"How old are you, Sheila?"
"Twenty. I should've become a woman long ago. You see how close a call I had?"
He grunted. He fit his cock inside of her cunt, fucked an inch and found her maidenhead. It was real; a thick hymen that blocked him. The head of his cock thrilled to her heat and youthful girl syrup. He felt a mad desire to punch and tear and penetrate her belly.
"Oh," said Sheila. "Oh, my goodness. Oh, oh."
At first he thought he'd already hurt her. Then he saw that she strained in pleasure. She was much hotter than he'd thought. It figured. There was her high emotional excitement to begin with, her desperation to find a suitable man to escape the indignity of giving her young womanhood to the man she felt forced to marry. Then Cord appeared, a body type and personality that she was susceptible to. On top of that he wore his SS with the power on full.
She gasped. Her slim belly trembled as if it weren't a part of her. Her cunt, penetrated only an inch, throbbed. Orgasm. It wasn't a massive orgasm, but a sweet, throbbing, aching release of her hot tensions and romantic feelings.
He rubbed against her hymen gently fucking against her clit to carry her through.
"Oh, I'm sexed up," she whined. "I'm giving to you. Ahhhhhh."
"Let it all go, Sheila," he said.
He felt a hot bloodlust sweep up his legs and belly. He timed his thrusts so that he caught her still in her pleasure, hoping that her pain of deflowerment might be mitigated by her ending orgasm.
"Unk!" he went, cock-thrusting into her.
He'd never felt such a wonderful sensation, since he'd never deflowerd a strongly held cunt like this. The fury inside of him to batter open and conquer this tender belly was incredible.
"Ohhhh. Owwww!" she cried, surging up in pain.
His first thrust had been masterful. He'd felt her thick maidenhead tear.
"Oh, Cord," she cried. "Cord."
"It has to hurt a little."
"I'm… so glad it's you."
He let her rest for a second while he panted in his own excitement. When he looked down there was a dribble of her virginal blood on his blade. The blood in his own body roared past his ears. He gripped her hips, looked down, saw her tremble. But the surgeon must cut…
"Unk!"
"God!" she screamed.
They both felt her flesh tear once more. That time Cord immediately felt the small stream of blood on his cock, thinner than her sex oils. The sensation of ripping her hymen almost made him come, it felt so great. That instinct must be deep in every man, to open and possess the attractive female.
"Oh, Cord, Cord, we'll have to slow up. It burns! It aches! It hurts!"
"There's… uh… no easy way, Sheila. It hurts now or it hurts later."
Her eyes were big on his.
"I think one more shot."
"Ahhh, God," she wailed.
His cock, more than two inches in, was crazed by the hotness, the tightness and especially the resistance. He drew back. She began to wail.
"Ohhhhhh."
"Unk! In!" he cried.
Her hymen tore and ripped.
"Yeeeeee-ohhhhhh!" she screamed, trying to fight off the mastering cock. It was no good. He held her securely at the hips and rammed home a fierce blow that made her rock in pain. His cock burst through her restraint and shot halfway up her opened cunt, blood pouring now.
"Noooooo," she gasped.
He dry-throbbed and felt the sweep of delicious pleasure almost too great to stand without bursting. He drove his cock the rest of the way up her cunt until he could go no further. The friction, the tightness, her heat and the extra ingredient of that blood flow excited him to where he feared he'd lose control.
He eased down on her body and tried to kiss her, holding her fuck-locked with his prick against her womb. It was no good, though, because she cried from the recent pain, her lips quivering. He started to suck one of those gorgeous little tits, still nipple-hard.
He felt a fierce heat and lust rush through his belly. He gave a great cry.
"Sheila!"
He drew his big cock back in that impossibly tight cunt and thrust forward once more, every nerve on fire, as if to reconfirm that he'd battered through her girlhood resistance. It was the sexiest in-fuck stroke he could ever remember. He started to come even as he made her.
Ineffable, delirious pleasure seized his cock. He rammed home once more to her uterus and exploded.
"Goooone!"
Spurt, spurt, spurt. His jism gouted out against her womb, exploding with savage fury and utterly magnificent pleasure and release. The hymen-taking had been too much even for his sturdy sex equipment to undergo and not burst. So he enjoyed it.
Spurt, spurt, spurt. His cock flexed and rinsed with toe-tingling joy as he shot off his darts of manhood to wound her belly, adding body-hot semen to the cunt oils and blood inside of her. Instinctively she gripped him and took his spuming orgasm while he cried out in pleasure and seeded her, excited to know he laid alien sperm in her cunt on her wedding day ahead of her husband.
"Whoooo," he went in relief as he finally tapered. "Well, Sheila, we did it."
Her pain was gone. Her face wore an ecstatic look.
"I almost killed myself this morning to think there was no way I could cheat him of the virginity he doesn't deserve. Oh, thank you."
"He might kill you when he finds out you aren't a virgin."
"Oh, Cord, you don't think I ever let him touch me! He'll never know. There are plenty of girl virgins who are born without actual hymens. I'll tell him I'm one of those. Believe me, he'll buy that. He expects plenty of mileage out of my body, and he'll probably get it."
Cord could only shake his head in the irony of the situation. If Wilbur had been halfway decent, if Cord hadn't been wearing the suit, if Andy hadn't insisted on Cord meeting the Watsons…