Ben Stewart: Cockshy coed

"Fucking!" he demanded, waiting to hear her beg for it.

"Uncle Jim," she gasped, "my pussy, my pussy, please, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"You want my dick, baby?" he asked, pushing in deeper.

"Yes, oh yes, yes, yes!" she moaned as she felt it sliding in.

"Take it, baby!" he demanded, bearing down hard. His rod pushed through the tight, slippery passage, his cockhead cooking in the hot oil of her clutching cunt. As it pushed aside the virgin tissue, his shaft was grabbed by the sensitive, velvety pussy walls. He felt his cock run into something firm. He wasn't at the bottom. He still had a lot of shaft to shove. He had to get it in. He pushed forward and down. The obstruction held against his cockhead. His weight came forward slowly, forcing his peter in.

"Noooo!" Nancy moaned as she felt the pain suddenly hit her.

"It's your cherry, baby," he explained, "I've got to bust it."

"Uncle Jim, stop, please stop, hurting, hurting, hurting!" she moaned as she felt him forcing his rod deeper into her hole. The pain was fighting with the pleasure and it was a draw. She wanted his cock, needed his fucking, was hot for his body, but there was too much pain from her cherry. She had to stop, had to, had to, had to!

"Hold still!" he demanded, roughly grabbing her by the shoulders and holding her down. His weight came forward again as he hunched into the tight velvet recesses of her body. His cockhead was pushing hard against the obstacle. His shaft was taking all his weight as he bore down on her.

"Noooo!" came the cry again as Nancy tossed and twisted his gasp, trying to break away from the pole that was tearing her pussy apart.

"Now!" he demanded, lunging down. His peter broke through in one swift stab and his massive, engorged cock plunged into the depths of her body. His cock was sore from busting her cherry but he kept shaving. Finally, he had every inch of peter rammed into her hot cunt. His body ground down into hem. He lay down on her titties, his breath coming in gasps, sweat pouring off his chest.

"Nancy?" he grunted. There was no reply. "Baby, I had to do it." Still no reply. "Nancy, can you hear me?" he panted into her ear. Then he realized that her arms were lying limply at her sides. She was unconscious. He looked at her limp form and quickly slipped one hand under her left breast. Her heart was beating strong and fast, pounding against his palm. She was all right, just passed out. "I'll fix it for you, honey," he whispered in her ear. While she lay there silent, uncomprehending, he pulled his peter out. Quickly he got up and strode toward the bathroom. His engorged dick swung in front of him like a puppet on a string. With each step he took it jounced up and down until he felt like it was going to break off. In the bathroom he snapped on the light and rummaged in the medicine cabinet until he found a jar of cold cream. Taking it, he went back to the dark living room. Nancy was still unconscious. He straightened out her limp body, spread her legs and kneeled at her side. Taking a big gob of cold cream, he began to rub it into the lips of her pussy. She was so hot it melted into streams of grease almost immediately. He worked over the lips first, running his fingers through the fine, silky growth of hair that curled over them. He squeezed the lips open and stuck a big gob inside. Holding her cunt shut, he waited. In a few seconds Nancy began to stir.

"Take it easy, honey!" he warned as she came to. "Nothing to worry about. Uncle Jim is fixing everything up."

"What happened?" she asked in a voice about to crack. She was scared to death.

"Nothing, baby," he replied, pushing her down as she tried to sit up. "I had to bust your cherry, that's all. You got a little pain out of it and passed out. Nothing to be scared of. I've got you fixed up already, feel?" He began to massage her pussy gently, keeping the lips tightly together.

Nancy could feel hot streams of soothing cream melting their way inside her bruised, torn pussy. They crept deep, past her busted cherry, soothing the pain, heading for the center of her body. They felt hot and good, easing the little throbbing she felt from inside. She relaxed under the steady massaging of Uncle Jim's hand on her pussy lips. She was beginning to want him in her again!

"Will it hurt again?" she asked.

"No, baby, never again. From now on out it's good fucking!" he whispered. "Just put some cream on my peter for me and I'll show you what real fucking is about!"

"I'm scared to," she said, throwing her arms around his neck again. "Oh, Uncle Jim, I'm scared to!"

"Take it easy, honey. Just do what I tell you and you'll want it so bad you won't be scared any longer. Here, take this." He pushed the jar of cold cream into her hands. "Now, take a lot of it in your hand and slide it dawn to my dick."

Nancy dipped her fingers deep into the jar, filling them with cream. Then she let her hand be guided by her uncle until it was on his peter. The throbbing hardness sent hot flashes through her body. She remembered how good it felt to have it in her pussy. The fire for it began to grow hot again. Her fingers couldn't circle it, it was so thick, so big, so long! She stroked it gently, working the cream into its taut surface. Her fingers explored the flared head, rippled over the ring separating it from the shaft, and slid halfway down.

"Keep going, honey," her uncle instructed, spreading his legs wide so his balls dangled between them like weights.

Nancy worked her way on down to the thick base of his cock. When she got to the hairy groin she stopped.

"Feel between my legs, honey," he whispered.

Nancy let her hand creep past the stiff base. She felt the limp, soft sac and knew that whatever was inside should be held very carefully. Gently, softly, with a woman's touch and curiosity, she cupped his balls in her palm.

"Good, baby," Uncle Jim panted, "that's the way to feel a man's balls. That's what you got, balls, cocks, gonads. You got to hold them easy. Rut some more grease into them and then work back up my dick. It feels better at the top!"

Nancy played with his delicate balls for a while and then worked back onto the stalk of his cock again. The hardness thrilled her. She couldn't think how all that meat had been shoved into her little, tight pussy.

"Did all that go in me?" she asked.

"Every hard inch, baby, and it's gonna go in you again," Jim promised as he pushed her back down on the sofa and got on top.

"Noooo, don't, please don't, it'll hurt again," she begged.

"You do like I tell you and it'll feel good," her uncle insisted as he pulled her knees apart and crawled up tight against her body. "Spread your legs and push my dick down to your pussy hole." Nancy shivered at his touch but did as she was told. She knew that if she didn't he would push it in anyway. Uncle Jim wasn't going to let her go until he had fucked her good. She felt his slippery cockhead moving in her hand as she pushed it down toward the lips of her pussy. As it got to the outside and brushed against the silky flesh, her uncle pushed forward so the thick head was working its way between her cream-covered lips. Nancy could feel it gliding inside her again.

"Ohhhhh, it's good!" she moaned, dropping her hand. Her legs spread wide apart so the throbbing cock could slide deeper inside her. All the cold cream her uncle had packed into her pussy had melted so there was bubbly hot juice filling her tight, sore little pussy. She could feel the turgid, pushing pole of peter gliding into her until it came to the sore spot where her cherry had been. She tensed up but then relaxed again as he pushed past it and kept right on going.

"Gonna fuck you now, honey. Gonna give it to you good now, baby!" he whispered as he shoved deeper into her body. His iron rod was going in like a hot poker through a tub of lard, burning a tight passage into the slippery stuff surrounding it. His hips worked down, shoving his cock like a piston. Finally he had every inch crammed into her cunt. He was lying on top of her body, feeling her cunt clutch around his cock. His cockhead throbbed far up in her body.