Paul Gable: Mom and her dog

"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.

"Hey, it wasn't that bad, was it?" Don asked, surprised he'd found an honest-to-God virgin. There were damned few in California, and almost none in Venice over eight years old.

"Oh damn you, damn, damn, damn…" Traci repeated. She'd been "ruined" as her mother would say. Then why didn't she feel outrage, shame, guilt? Instead – at least after the pain began to subside – Traci almost felt like singing. Yes, she was finally alive now, having awakened from a long, pleasant slumber. Childhood was nice. But now it was time for her to grow up. She was a woman now. Traci smiled at that thought, wiggling her hips and feeling Don's hard cock stir deliciously inside her cunt.

"Gonna… oh God, can't…"

Traci felt herself teetering on the brink of orgasm. Her tongue was writhing against his like a snake, fencing to show him her needs. She sucked and tongued at the same time, drawing his lips into her mouth. She felt the inner edges of his teeth. When Don started groaning loudly she speared the tip of her tongue into the soft tissues under his tongue. The young man went wild, glad to know he'd turned the reluctant virgin into a hot slut.

"Go for it, baby, go for it," Don panted.

Traci forgot about everything except the intense pounding in her cunt. She swiveled, pressing her ass up, then letting it fall back to the soaked sheets only to throw it back up again. Her large ass muscles cramped along with those of her calves while their sweaty bodies slicked and slapped together. Every time the girl curled forward, sliding down onto his cock, she couldn't believe there was more of it. But Don kept feeding her his cockmeat, filling her so much and so hard the girl wondered if she'd be able to taste his cum when it shot out. Ohhh, how good it was to feel that long bar of prick reaching deeper into her body.

"Inghhh!"

Traci moaned louder, the need for air making her pull her mouth from his. The big man eased his fingers around his cock, toying with her cuntlips, flicking against her clit. Traci nearly pissed from excitement when she felt his callused fingers toying with her pussy. She arched her back again, grinding her clit against him, loving the sensation of stretching in her cunt.

Every bump of her cunt against his meat sent the sexual feeling higher. The girl was growing more wild, more uncontrollable. She dripped sweat, the salty stinging in her eyes and nose adding to her excitement.

"Fuck it out, baby…"

Traci was all the way down on his cock now. She could feel her cunt sheath being forced up by the long prick. She was moving her ass in tight, frantic circles, feeling his cock stirring her insides like a big spoon. The mass of tension in her belly was ballooning out now. Traci dug her fingernails into Don's shoulders, drawing her nipples across his chest. She pushed down, flexing her asscheeks, trying to intensify an already mind-blowing feeling.

"Gonna make it… gonna…" Don panted, closing his eyes and holding her hard by the buttocks. He dug his fingernails into her asscheeks. Traci felt all the nerves in those firm globes stand on end. The insides of her thighs alternately chilled and burned as her cuntjuice seeped out, dripping through her pussy thicket and finally slicking down his balls.

"Unnghhhh cum…" Traci groaned. She'd heard that word used before. How good it was to say it now, to feel it coming from her mouth. It summed up all the sensations in her cunt. Cum! Yes, she wanted more of his cock, wanted to feel the hot jets of jizz splashing against her cunt walls. The thought that he was about to shoot into her hole drove Traci half mad. She thrashed under him, beating his chest with her fists, feeling the pressure and heat build up incredibly between her flailing legs.

"Cum!" Don cried.

"Cum!" Traci shouted back, tossing her hips around, making the bed jiggle and rock. Traci felt the simmering heat in her cunt quickly turn to a boil. Her brain was spinning around. Cum! Cum! That was the only thing she could think of. Oh, how she needed relief from the terrible achey, pulsing itch! Her entire belly seemed to swell, bulging with cock. She grunted, ramming her cunt up onto the rock-hard cockmeat. The knot of sexual hunger whirled like a meteor from her cunt on up to her brain.

"Ahhhiwwwaahhh!"

Traci exploded, her mind shattering into a million pieces. The hard, heavy jolt of his jizz blasting into her pussy triggered the girl's first powerful orgasm. Catastrophic waves of delicious spasms ripped from her cunt to nearly every muscle of her body. She kicked and bit and clawed at Don, calling him all sorts of terrible names, swearing like a sailor's parrot while the massive thrusts of his cock went on forever.

"Ungh! Unnghh! Unnnghhh!" Traci cried, feeling her cunt walls grip down on his cock. Yes, she was all pussy, all wet and hot and grabbing. She milked at the bucking rod, bouncing up and down, her right leg kicking out. Traci was sure her clit had been torn off. It was vibrating so, tweaking and pulsing.

"Fuck!" Don cried.

"Fuck!" Traci shouted back.

The girl had lost contact with reality. The room, her mother, her upbringing, everything paled under the intense glow of her rising sexuality. Her head snapped back and her tits jiggled like jello with the furious blasts of her cunt. Don had buried his face in her hair, biting her neck, sifting his thick-muscled hips back and forth while Traci kept on cumming. Oh, would it last forever? Had something tripped off in her body that couldn't be stopped?

"No, no, no…"

Traci finally felt her orgasm tapering off. She collapsed sweaty and exhausted onto the wet sheets, her knees sagging apart, her arms dropping to her sides. The girl closed her eyes and turned her face. He had fucked her, really fucked her. As she lay dripping like an old dishrag, Traci knew she would never be the same. This near-stranger had changed her completely in a few minutes. The young woman put one hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. Only now did the import of what she'd done strike her. Yes, she had felt the biggest, hardest, strongest thing ever in her cunt. But she had lost her childhood, her innocence. In time the girl would come to accept that thought gladly. But right now Traci was on the verge of hysterical tears.

"Hey, you all right?" Don whispered, drawing back and looking at the girl.

Traci's face was strained once more, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. But there was another emotion there, one that told the young man he was no longer welcomed in her bedroom.

"Look, I… I've gotta go. But I'll be around," he said, pulling his cock out of her cunthole.

Traci shivered, jerking her arms up and rubbing her palms briskly over her shoulders. How her body reacted when his prick was withdrawn. One part of her wanted him back, wanted her to loop her arms around his neck and draw him into bed again. How she would have loved a second fuck, this time without the worry of what was going to happen when her cherry popped.