Ray Strong - Overeager young stuff

Barcone's cock was now moving with more and more ease, each time burying itself in Belinda's cunt to the hilt. He slammed in again and again, and she was bucking in time to the rhythm he'd set. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth. She felt as if the cock had gone all the way up to her heart, as if her entire body were impaled on it. It rammed up into her, then charged back out only to ram up into her again, squashing against the juice-soaked lips of her cunt.

Barcone was ramming it into her with all his strength now, and her cunt gripped his cock so tightly he could hear the loud, squishy, popping sounds. And then he felt her break the beat. She was moving more rapidly than he, her cunt slamming up to him like a huge open furnace, trying to gobble up and fry his balls as she began sobbing uncontrollably.

"Oh my God!" she yelled. "Oh my God! What's happening?"

And she sank her teeth into his shoulder, biting and screaming as her crushing cunt proceeded to get a stranglehold on the base of his cock. She was still bucking, but she was no longer sliding up and down his pole. When she bucked up, she forced him to move up, and when she slammed her heated ass against the mattress, her viselike cunt pulled him down with her, still swallowing all his cock. Her already tight hole became even tighter. It squeezed and squeezed and Barcone thought he would die if he didn't come. But he didn't come. She was the one who peaked. She let out a horrendous yell and grabbed the man's ass, yanking his cheeks hard, trying to drive him in deeper, wishing his cock were longer so it could fill even more of her.

He could feel her lubricating juices sluice all over his pelvis and thighs as she bounced and came, shuddering, squealing, and biting, making him bleed from a half-dozen different places where her teeth sank too deeply. There was one last, strangling shiver as her cunt attempted to tear his cock out by the roots, and then Belinda fell back, her tits bobbling as her chest heaved convulsively.

"Oh… wow!" she murmured, staring straight into his eyes. "If… this is punishment… punish me some more! Now that I know what fucking is all about, I'll need it… every night."

"Goddamn!" Barcone yelled, and pulled his cock out of her.

"No!" she squealed. "I want more!"

"I have just begun to fuck!" he yelled at her.

Grabbing her by the hips, he spun her over, then forced her knees up and under, saying, "You move from this position and I'll get the ruler and make your ass really bleed."

He drew her to the edge of the bed so he could take aim without having to get on his knees. Placing the swollen head of his cock against the brown, puckered ring of her asshole, he rammed forward, pushing against the tight, hard muscle of her sphincter. He shoved himself forward, grunting and groaning, ramming until he felt the ring begin to part. Belinda, realizing what Barcone was trying to do, almost pulled away until he slapped her ass as a warning.

"Shove back against me!" he yelled at her.

She spread her thighs wider, scrunched her eyes shut, and pushed back. Her asshole began to open, and as Barcone's huge cock began to penetrate, Belinda felt another kind of pain. Even so, like all the other pain she'd felt, this was an exquisite pain, bringing with it a sense of pleasure. Yes, the pain was great, the pleasure was small. But the pain would diminish and the good would increase. When she screamed it was with enjoyment, but Barcone, mistaking it for a hurt cry, began sadistically cramming his cock more quickly into the teenager's tight asshole.

Finally her asshole stopped fighting Barcone's cock and began sucking it in. He pumped it right up to the hilt with smooth, fast thrusts. His belly smacked resoundingly against her tanned asscheeks each time he plunged into her. Reaching forward and under her, he grabbed her dangling tits and began squeezing them.

Belinda moaned and shoved her body back against the long, hard, thick cock, and now her knees began to literally jump up and down on the mattress. Barcone fucked faster, feeling his cock become even more rigid. He moved so quickly his cock became a blur as it pummeled Belinda's asshole.

Once again it was Belinda who felt something. Between his fingers rubbing her nipples and his cock fucking in and out of her asshole, she felt another overpowering sensation, and suddenly she was screaming again. It was an anal orgasm. She'd heard about them, read about them, but never believed such things really existed until that moment. As Barcone's powerful cock continued reaming her shit chute, she rotated her hips, yanking him up against her, squeezing his cock until he thought she would sever it. And then she stopped. Just like that, she stopped.

Turning to look at Barcone, her hair all over her face, she said, "I only wish to God I'd known how great all this was. I'd never have waited this long."

"Fuck you!" Barcone told her, yanking his cock from her ass.

"By all means, fuck me!" she laughed. And then, "Seriously, I owe you an apology. A lot of girls I've known have cried to me how much it hurt them the first time. Maybe, with someone else, the pain would have been greater and the pleasure a lot less. So that makes you one hell of a man, doesn't it?"

"It's not over, Belinda-baby," Barcone told her. "I still haven't come."

"So fuck me again," she offered.

"You fuck me," he acknowledged. "When you become experienced you'll tear the cock right off a man. But now you're gonna suck."

"What?"

"You heard me. You're gonna suck."

"You expect me to put that thing in my mouth?"

"Better believe it, honey."

"The hell I am."

"You're Goddamn right you will. Remember, you're here to be sexually educated. You're getting six months of sex education in one short day. Cocksucking is a perfectly honorable way to make a man come."

"Oh go to hell," she muttered, lying down on the bed.

Sifting on the bed beside her head, Barcone said, "You either do it voluntarily, or I'll shove it down your throat."

"But what happens when you come?"

"Now that's a dumb question," Barcone said. "You said you wanted to learn it all. Well blowing is part of it all."

"You bastard!" she snapped, and leaned her head against his thigh, staring at his upstanding cock. She saw his own lubricant seeping from the head of his prick, and reaching up with her hand, she used her thumb to rub it into his flesh. The more she rubbed, the more seeped out.

Barcone let his hand caress the back of Belinda's neck, and she understood he was letting her know he intended keeping her head in place until he came. If she didn't blow him properly on a voluntary basis, she'd be forced.

She pressed her full lips to his inner thigh while her hand crept down to Barcone's balls. They were tight and pressed up against his body, and as she let her palm rub against the hair-covered wrinkled flesh, she felt him quiver. Her tongue flicked out and gently touched the staff of his cock. It jerked upright, the head swelling even larger.

What the hell! she thought, and opening her mouth wide, took the purple knob into it, letting her tongue play along its underside. She could feel the prick swell to an even greater size as she ran her lips along the hardened flesh. Now she began to suck and could feel the tasteless lubricant pouring out. At first she was afraid to swallow, but when she did she felt nothing and so continued swallowing.

Now, as her head began to go lower, teasing the cock, Belinda felt Barcone's hand push on the nape of her neck as he cried out. He shoved so hard she could feel the cockhead touching the back of her throat. She was afraid she would choke, but found her throat had reined. Even though it was no easy task, she was able to pull the thick cockhead into her throat, letting it massage the fat organ – her tongue lay flat against its underside. Saliva formed in her mouth, but the cock prevented her from swallowing it, so she drooled all over Barcone's pelvis. He never noticed. He was continually pumping his cock into her throat, feeling it contract against him. His nuts were on fire.