Ray Strong: Overeager young stuff

There was pain, but Shari seemed to glory in it. Joe noticed how much she actually thrilled and shivered each time his cock moved another fraction of an inch into her womb. She was shuddering and screaming now, and when his hands tried to ease the pressure by taking the weight of her asscheeks, she pulled them away.

"Eeeeeeeee!" she squealed as he felt his cockhead making further inroads.

The rapture was fantastic for Joe. The tightness was unbelievable, and he didn't think any more could fit into her, yet little by little the entire swollen cockhead was sliding into her womb until he could feel his glans surrounded by her sucking cervix.

Christ! The full length of his prick was completely lost in the sucking quicksand inside this luscious little tramp who had shown she could do anything, totally enjoying the domination he was offering. Jesus! For the umpteenth time he felt sorry about the fact that she would grow into a fat, sloppy woman. She was just what he needed for his change of pace from Margaret and the teenage girls he had discovered earlier that day.

It never rains but it pours, Joe mused. This was a day to go down in history.

"Keep that soggy cunt fucking!" he ordered, and Shari continued happily bouncing. Her hips began rotating in a spiral movement, creating the feeling his prick was a hot dog encased in a warm, soft roll. Her soggy pussy moved up, around, then down, ramming the full length of his heavy tool into her, her womb swallowing up his inch-long, blunted head and another inch as well. Every last little bit of cock was massaged and compressed by the tight cunt of the sexy young girl.

Gotta come! was all Joe thought to himself. Coming was all that counted at that moment. His balls were swollen and painful, while the sac surrounding them was tight, increasing the pain. He knew he'd literally blow up if his cock didn't blow off.

Her adorable cunt was doing the job right. She was building him up to one helluva come. In doing so, she was bouncing wildly, making her large, firm tits slap against her body noisily. He began hunching his hips straight up, and when she rotated in those crazy spirals of hem, he began jabbing his cock deeper and deeper, forcing another half-inch of cock into her womb, making her more and more excited.

And then Joe felt his nuts tighten beyond belief, literally tugging his swollen balls up into his groin. Within him, the boiling cum was too great to be contained and began boiling its way up through his tubes. It would be only seconds before the jism went blasting into her.

He could sense her cunt getting the word. Apparently the inner walls of her pussy were tremendously sensitive, and when his balls began to swell and shiver against the squeezing sac, she knew his cum was on its way. Her pussy was trembling with anxiety as he launched his cock straight up into her like a rocket. The jism was bubbling up into the tube in his cock, moving up into the head, and then came the first, heavy, hosing blast of sticky cum into her hot cunt. He could tell her frothing pussy was overanxious to receive his offering, and as he shot he could feel her cunt contract, and then he was unloading copious quantities of heavy jism, letting thrill after maddening thrill jet through him. At the same instant he felt her furnace like interior explode into a trillion tiny fragments of lust. She fell forward, clinging tightly to him as her cunt contracted again and again, matching the compression of his unloading cock.

"We have to do this more often," Shari told him, breathing heavily, still lying on top of him with her cunt surrounding his shrinking cock.

"You do as I say and maybe we can come to some sort of agreement," Joe mapped. "But you try that crap about telling your mother you don't want her to build that shopping center, and you'll never see this cock again."

"Oh hell! I had no intention of calling it off; I'm dumb, but I'm not that dumb. I know it means more money in my pocket. But I had to do something to get you to move your ass out here. Hell! It just wasn't fair that Mother should get all that cock while I get none of it."

"Yeah, well, like I said, you behave, and we'll see what we can do about feeding more of it to you."

"Feeding it to me. Yeah, I like that idea. Next time I want to toot your flute."

"Fine with me," Joe smiled, lifting her off his body and setting her down on the bed. "When'll your mom be back?"

"In about two months."

"Fine. I'll be by next Monday, early in the morning. I'm gonna spend the whole day whippin' the shit outta you."

"I'd love that," she smiled.

"Good, so keep your goofy friends away that day, dig?"

"You're the boss," she sighed.

"Don't you forget it," he told her, getting up and starting to dress. "Now I gotta go back home. Don't you call me there or it might mean trouble. But I'll see you Monday."

As he drove home, Joe Barcone realized the various girls he had fucked that day were really putting him to the test, doing their best to find his limit.

It was dark by the time Joe got to his house, and Francie was still there. She had cooked a delicious supper, and when Margaret came home later on, they all enjoyed it.

Margaret had always been a loving sister, and since she was fully aware of Joe's activities when she wasn't around, she saw nothing wrong in sharing her husband with her sister that night. All three fucked wildly for nearly two hours starting at ten o'clock, and the fun stopped only when the two sisters finally fell asleep.

The next morning Aphrodite came to deliver Joe's paper.

"I'm sending you a real doozy today," she told him. "I think you'll find Belinda is a little different from almost all other girls you've known."

"Why is that?" Barcone asked.

"To begin with, she's a virgin."

"Well that makes her different all right."

"She also has the desire to be dominated."

"That's not so different," Barcone smiled, thinking of Shari Fraden. "I know lots of masochistic females."

"Belinda's not a masochist. She doesn't really like pain. But she likes to be dominated, and will accept a reasonable amount of pain as long as there's no permanent damage. She's studying to be a ballet dancer, and she's very valuable. She's going to make a lot of money. So don't leave any marks."

"That sounds fair enough. Do you want to play today?"

"Today I'm leaving you all for Belinda. I warned the other girls to stay away too. If you're going to break her in, you might as well do it right. She's really dying to have her cherry popped."

Aphrodite left, and after putting in a couple hours of work, Barcone decided to have lunch. He would have to fortify himself for the session with Belinda, though he was more than certain he would be able to handle her. Hell! She was a virgin, an inexperienced teenager. He'd have no trouble.

After lunch, he went to work on some construction plans. He was way ahead in his work, and he intended remaining way ahead.

The doorbell rang a few minutes after two o'clock. He opened the door and there she was, tall – at least five-eight – round and curved and beautiful. She had long, dark hair, with slanted cat's eyes, a short nose and a full mouth.

"Mr. Barcone?" she asked.

"That's me, honey. Come on in."

He led her into his office and shut the door.

"Aphrodite spoke to you about me?" she asked. "She sure did," Barcone nodded, already salivating. He had to swallow to keep himself from dribbling.

"I want to be rid of my virginity," she explained. "The reason I want it done by a man like yourself is, you have experience and know how to do these things correctly. I mean, I know there is to be a little pain. Also, if things don't exactly go right, I won't have to hate someone I know and like."

She was a little brat, all right. She wanted him to pop her cherry so she could hate him if it hurt and not blame her boy friends.