"Ohhh!"
He was laving her tits with spit, bathing the hard, sore tips with saliva until they throbbed with wild pleasure. He used his mouth and hands well, working over her white flesh until he had the girl gasping for more. She clung to him, begging him in half completed sentences for him to fuck her.
"You want me to fuck you?" he whispered in one ear, flicking his tongue in the small channel.
"Oh yes, yes," she cried, loving the strong feeling of his chest and legs pinning her to the bed. With a sigh of pleasure the girl felt the velvety heat of his cockhead. A smear of precum dribbled from his piss-slit, wetting down her belly flesh. Daringly the girl wedged her fingers between their waists, then pulled her hand back up. There was just enough room to curl her fingers in his chest hairs. Thoughts about her mother and the morality she was abandoning fled from her mind. All she could think of was this wonderful stranger and the relief he brought to her throbbing cunt.
Don breathed harder against her. Traci felt the room spinning around faster and faster. Oh, how her cunt needed a hard, ramming cock. All these months her mind had secretly been building up to this moment. Now she was free of guilt, free of any fears. The only thing she wanted was Don's prick.
"Oh, ohhhh!"
His cockhead was rubbing life into her pussy. Traci felt the heavy juices flowing from her cunt, flooding the wide flare of his cockhead. This was all new for the young woman. Was she doing the right thing? Surely if something were wrong Don wouldn't be gasping and moaning as loudly as she was.
"Shit, baby, shit," he groaned.
"Oh fuck, fuck me."
The word she'd hated to hear before now sounded like the music of angels to her ears.
"Feel my cock, feel it," he said, shoving his hips forward. He grabbed her right hand forcing it between them once again. The girl felt something terribly hot and hard brushing against the back of her wrist. "Take it, damn you, take it," he growled.
Traci felt his hairy legs pushing between hers. As he pushed her apart, she grabbed his cock and pushed the spongy head down toward her pussy. Yes, she knew what was going to happen. This was no rape! There would be no way she could tell herself later he forced himself on her. She wanted him, wanted his cock like nothing else in the world.
"Man!"
Don shifted position, rolling his hips, shoving his prick against the top of Traci's pussy mound. His fingers tightened on her shoulders. The girl moved her hips up toward him.
"Unnghhh!"
Traci couldn't believe the torrent of electrical shock feelings coming from her cunt. His cock knob pressed directly over her clit. She sighed again, feeling the shocks seeping from that hot little spindle to all parts of her body. She rocked her thighs from side to side, directing the tip of his cock against one cuntlip, then the other. Her clit rolled under that sliding pressure, sending more heat signals to her overloaded brain. Traci grabbed at his face, pulling his head against her throat. Don responded by sucking and biting at her neck. Every nibble sent flashes of goodness to her clit.
"Oh, fuck, fuck…"
Traci whipped her thighs up and down, the springs squeaking and groaning as the girl thrashed wildly in her bed. The sheets gathered up between her thighs, working up between her dancing ass. The sounds of slick skin rubbing against slick skin filled the room, mixed with their moans. Her chest was so tight, her mouth dry as cotton. Traci's hair clung to her dampened cheeks while she clawed at Don's broad shoulders. Looking heavy-lidded up at the young stud Traci felt happiness, such a delight that she'd never felt before. The way his hairy chest rubbed over her itching nipples, the way his legs pinned hers to the sweat-stained sheets, spreading them apart while his cock rubbed teasingly over her pussymeat made the girl nearly faint with lust. Oh, how could she have thought sex was evil, bad, something to be confined only to the marriage bed? Breathing in oxygen through her flared nostrils to feed her body, Traci hunched more fiercely than before. The pressure that had begun as a whirling ball of sexual hunger in her belly was building. The blonde teen started making strangled sounds, humping up against Don, then shifting her thighs from side to side in order to feel his cock more intensely.
Traci shivered, then rocked her hips forward, sliding the greasy cunt cleft over his cockhead. She squirmed, actually trying to skewer herself onto the thick tower of prickmeat. But her body was pinned by Don's. All she could do was hope he got the signal and finally got down to fucking her.
"Unnghhh…"
Traci let out a low moan. Oh, how she wanted that cock deep in her. She needed warmth, the sensation of having another human being inside her. The girl didn't realize until now just how much she'd been missing real person-to-person contact. Her mother was so cold and reserved, chastising her for being too "friendly" with other girls and especially with boys. Now the dam broke. She was writhing like a sex fiend under the young man, feeling the wiry cockhairs tease and tickle her moist warm pussymeat. The muscles protecting her cunt mouth contracted, cramped, then relaxed again, making the same milking motion again and again as Don's cock rubbed over the slot.
"Come on, baby, come on and fuck it out. Go on, show me how fuckin' hot you are. Bet you're gonna cry when I get inside you," Don taunted.
Traci ground her teeth together, thrusting forward. She felt Don centering his cockhead over her seeping cunthole. She rubbed her nipples against him, pulling at the scratchy chest hairs with her fingers.
"Unnnooohhh…"
His cockhead worked in, spreading the elastic cuntlips apart, then stopping just inside. Don worked his hips from side to side, feeling her cunt tightening around the swollen lobes of his cockhead. Traci stiffened, her back arching slightly. She seemed to be resting only on her shoulder blades and heels. Her thighs tightened while the muscles and tendons bulged out against her flesh. The ridge of his cock stimulated the nerve endings inside. The girl contracted her cuntmuscle, milking lightly at him without moving her hips. Don groaned into a spit-slicked kiss.
"Baby, you're somethin' else. Really, you got one hell of a hot pussy," Don groaned.
He flexed his thick-muscled thighs, shoving an inch of his cockshaft into her hole. Traci grunted like a stuck pig, trembling while she felt the rising heat in her cunt reach the boiling point. The two of them teasingly moved from side to side, each one wanting to postpone the moment when he'd have to pop her cherry.
Finally Don couldn't wait any longer. He stiffened, holding her down by the shoulders while drawing his knees up against her ass. Traci knew what was about to happen and stopped her sexy movements.
"No, no, we can do just this. We can just do this," she said rapidly. Her blood seemed to run cold when she felt his cockhead touching her cherry. It was pressing harder and harder against the thin membrane, stretching it to the ripping point.
"Stop it! Please stop… uhhhhh!"
"I gotta get inside you, baby. I gotta feel you all the way," Don explained.
The big man braced himself, digging his knees against her ass while holding her twisting arms as still as possible. Traci's face was tense and drawn, a mask of fear and pain. Her mouth was a tight scar while her eyes were shut tightly. She waited now, waited like the victim of a blood sacrifice.
"Now!"
The word shot through the darkened bedroom like a gunshot. Traci started to scream, then stopped abruptly when she felt a sudden tearing pain between her legs. He'd done it! He'd gone and ripped her cherry to pieces, following it by driving his cock in her as if it were some thick, long spike. Her legs shot out while her face blanched. Traci screamed, then fell limply against the mattress, sweat covering her body.