Ray Strong - Overeager young stuff

"Strip!" he ordered, determined to let her know here and now who was boss. She stripped and he stared at her, bug-eyed.

Barcone's cock began to swell. The body he stared at was pure perfection. Tawny, lithe, with a flat, hard stomach and perfectly shaped tits tipped with brownish-pink nipples and areolas the same color, two inches in diameter. He could feel his cock straining at his pants.

Belinda's eyes saw the swelling in Barcone's crotch and she understood he really intended fucking her. She had always dreamed of having her virginity taken by some handsome man, and she had hoped it would be a muscular, virile man. Now she realized she would be surrendering her cherry to the one type of man she liked most.

"Undress me," he ordered, and she approached him, her tits swaying from side-to-side.

Barcone looked at the way her thighs moved, staring at the downy hair curled above the hidden pink lips of her puffy cunt. He could feel his mouth watering as she walked right up to him and pressed her entire length against his body. Her mouth planted itself on his and he felt her tongue force its way between his lips, searching for his tongue. He refused to respond for the moment, wanting her to work at her own ravishment. In a little while he'd be pounding away at her. Any woman used to getting fucked might not be surprised at what he intended doing, but to a virgin like Belinda it would be completely unexpected.

When his fingers gingerly ran up her spine he could feel her shiver as goosepimples broke out all over her. She shuddered and even whimpered, but her mouth never left his. Her tongue continued probing, and now he began to return her thrusts, parrying with his own tongue.

Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt and she pulled it out of his pants as she unzipped his fly. They tugged the shirt from him and yanked off the undershirt as well. She had to take her mouth from his to remove the undershirt, and now she stared at the strong determination in his eyes, saying, "You're a pussycat. You couldn't really hurt or dominate me at all."

As she dropped his pants, letting her tongue make a line from his neck to his navel, she noticed how huge his cock was. She tugged off both his pants and underpants, and found herself kneeling in front of the thick prong.

Barcone reached down, entangled his hand in heir long, brown hair, and pulled her to her feet.

"Not yet," he muttered. "Not yet. We have plenty of time for that. Right now I'm going to take a little pleasure in whipping the shit outta you. I'll show you who's a pussycat."

"What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice quivering as she stared into his icy eyes.

Suddenly she was afraid and wondered why she had started this.

"You're too valuable a commodity to scar," he told her, "but honey, you are gonna feel pain." And he flung her onto the small, portable bed. "Now you just lay there on your belly. You turn over and you'll feel pain in more than one place."

Crossing the room to his desk, Barcone took a ruler from it and came back.

"No!" Belinda screamed, and tried to get up.

Barcone shoved her down onto her belly, then pressed a knee into the small of her back. He began to whack her ass with the flat ruler, making sure the edge didn't touch her. Her gorgeous rump began to turn pink, and then beet red as Barcone pounded on the cheeks.

Belinda screamed but it didn't much matter. The office was completely soundproof. She twisted her head from side to side, not ready for the pain each whack brought.

Throwing the ruler away, Barcone flipped her over on the bed. He was already breathing hard from having exerted himself while beating her.

"Every time you bounce your ass on this bed it's gonna hurt, baby. Every time your ass comes down, you're gonna remember what you said about my being a pussycat. And you're gonna realize you're the one who's the pussy."

Throwing his weight on her, he pressed her deep into the bed, and Belinda got the first inkling of what he'd meant as her asscheeks were dammed against the mattress. Her buttocks were on fire. She reached down with her hand, wondering how much blood was pouring from her skin, and was surprised to note she wasn't bleeding at all. But was it ever tender.

Barcone kissed her mouth and fucked it with his tongue, and Belinda found herself responding. For some strange reason the burning of her asscheeks communicated itself to the rest of her body in the form of erotic heat, and though she hated the man for what he'd done, she found herself unable to resist.

With his hands still tangled in Belinda's hair, Barcone kissed her throat, and then worked his mouth down to her tits. They are swelled to an even larger size as his lips swallowed her nipples, sucking first on the left one and then on the right. His hands roamed over her taut, sleek body, squeezing and kneading the flesh as his teeth clenched on her nipples again and again. Now his hands moved with increasing urgency and Belinda felt herself helpless as the fire spread to her cunt. No one had ever touched her there but herself, and now she could feel the thick head of Barcone's prick as it rubbed, seeking entrance.

Barcone moved a little to the side and let his palm cover her twat. With his thumb he worked on her clitoris and felt her juices seeping through her virgin crack. The slick liquid covered his hand and he rubbed it back into the swollen outer cuntlips, pressing his thumb hard against her rising clit.

He pressed his middle finger against her tight, resisting hole and slowly but surely it yielded to the pressure. Little by little the finger slipped into the soaked, tight pocket of her cunt. Once inside, it began to twirl around, and Belinda, unable to contain herself, began vibrating and bouncing on the mattress. The pain in her asscheeks now only served to make her hotter, and she bucked with even more ardent fever.

Barcone's mouth continued to devour her nipples, sucking greedily as his teeth bit into her flesh, leaving deep red marks. The harder he sucked, the more Belinda moaned, but they were moans of passion.

Damn, he thought. He had no idea she would be enjoying it so much and so quickly. For virgins there was supposed to be a bit of pain as well as some pleasure.

He rolled onto her, his mouth devouring hers, sucking and chewing on her full lips while he pulled his finger from her cunt and grabbed his cock. He placed his cockhead against the soft, petal like folds of her cunt.

Belinda lay there, breathing heavily, her legs spread wide and her arms on Barcone's back. Barcone began pushing the head of his cock between her cuntlips, and Belinda began to twist crazily, feeling the drumming of his glans as it pushed more and more deeply into her little slit.

Grabbing his earlobe with her teeth, Belinda bit and whispered, "Go on and have your fun. But I lost my cherry when I rode a horse at the age of ten."

"Shut the fuck up!" Barcone yelled, and with a furious flexing of his hips, drove his cock into her up to the hilt.

Belinda began pulling back into the mattress in pain, but there was no escape. When she backed away, Barcone was right there with her, and she let out a long, blood-curdling scream, realizing he had her stuck to him. She felt like a mounted butterfly.

With the burning tightness of her cunt walls swallowing up his heated cock, Barcone savored the delightful tightness of her virgin pussy. Then he began rocking back and forth, puling his pole back to the head, and then ramming it into her box again. His strokes were long and powerful, and he was showing her no mercy. He battered his way back into her cunt again and again.

Belinda was in a wild, fever now, and though there was pain, there was an unbelievable amount of pleasure. Where she thought Barcone would surely have fucked her to death, she found herself handling his great prick almost with ease, and as he continued fucking into her, the pain became combined with the pleasure, and now she wanted more. Her tits, their nipples now blood red, swelled to almost twice their normal size, and breathing became loud and ragged.