(Virginal Mary-Jane has just finished High-School and is out celebrating. Joe is a 38-year-old teacher, recently divorced, who picks her out at a night-club as the girl with whom he would like to have a celebration of his own. Having lured her back to his home, he makes her strip and insists that he pleasure him orally. But the evening is only beginning. For full appreciation of the story, I strongly suggest you read Chapter One...)
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Somewhere in Mary-Jane's mind had lurked a vague idea that Joe would make do with offloading himself into her stomach, but as he took her by the arm and propelled her insistently down on to the bed, she realised with a lurching heart that it was not to be. At least, she consoled herself, he was not going to hurt her, not in any sadistic sense at any rate. He was just going to take her sexually any way he chose. She sat on the foot of the bed in helpless anticipation, as Joe tore himself free of shoes, socks and trousers. Then he stood before her, majestically naked, his bodily frame worked hard through athletic endeavour. His skin was swarthy, with a smattering of dark hair, just the way she liked it when covertly photographing men down by the lake during summer. Only this time that great, self-standing, masculine rod was on display to complete the picture. Even in her plight she had to acknowledge - her ravisher looked fabulous. And somehow, she could not have begun to say why, she wanted to please him, was almost desperate to make him happy. 'Go on, move up the bed.' He bore down on her, his cock swaying in front of him, and she scrambled backwards over the heavy bedspread with Joe prowling after her, like a beast choosing its moment to pounce.
Joe gazed on her again, with her wide-eyed, frightened-deer innocence and her erotic little body - those fully curved, big-nippled breasts of hers and those soft, gently shivering thighs, framing that secret little pussy-hole. Newly come of age and about to be seriously fucked for the first time. He crawled between her opening legs, and progressed low over her body, the peaks of her breasts brushing his chest, as he came face to face with her. Deftly he reached down and ran his fingers over her vulva, making her gasp. Yes, there was moisture there, but not yet enough to ease his passage inside her.
He kissed her feverish mouth, felt her tongue cleave to his once more and loved how she responded. Then he raised himself to his knees, took her breasts like firm, ripe peaches in his hands and groped them as she moaned and shut her eyes, hauling her off the bed at one point, so strong was his grip on her tits. She cried out a little in fright and he dropped her back down, descending in pursuit of her body and sucking up one of her nipples in his mouth, thrashing it vigorously with his tongue till it was hard. Now he heard her muttering noises of reluctant enjoyment, so he went to work on her other nipple, flicking and sucking it into erectness like the first. The same fingers as before probed between her pussy lips and discovered a deal more wetness than before. He released her well-sucked breast from his mouth and smiled at her in victory. It was time.
Mary-Jane's mind danced in a conflict of anxiety and excitement. She had not asked for the sensations which this man was wresting from her body. She had not offered her chaste sex up to him. Yet here he was, fitting his cock between her thighs, pressing it up against the entrance to her secret place... Where would he fit that massive organ, was there room up there? She had heard over and over that it hurt the first time - but how much? Joe was in press-up position, his face looming somewhere above hers, wearing an expression close to triumph. She tensed her body in expectation of what she was not sure. Then she felt the lips of her vagina prised apart... and he pushed. There was a sharp, rending pain that made her yelp aloud, then an awareness of his solid thickness right there, intruding into the tight space between her thighs. Oh God, he was inside her.
So she IS a virgin. What a sweet affirmation it was for Joe. How precious to break young M-J's hymen before anyone else got there. How perfect to do what he now did - to hold his head there for a moment, just past her slick maidenly entrance, before sinking himself with one full thrust into her previously unfucked pussy. To see her throw her head back against the pillow and cry out, as she was filled with cock for the first time. He gathered her tender body close to him on the bed, so that those lovely C-cup titties squeezed up against him, and prepared to take full advantage.
Oh my God!!! Mary-Jane thought she might swoon, as her untrained passageway was opened up and overloaded with that great iron shaft. It felt gigantic inside her, a breathtakingly hard male intrusion into her young body. He held himself there, clutching her back with strong hands, his broad wrestler's torso pressed against her bosom. She felt he could crush the breath from her lungs if he chose. 'Look at me, M-J,' she was instructed. 'Look at me while I fuck you.' Her eyes flicked to his and she felt his steely, blue-grey pupils boring into her, as he began to move his body on hers. His cock glided slowly back and forth inside her, its journey eased by the juices she had secreted in response to his mouth on her breasts. The initial pain had abated and been replaced by an overwhelming sense of his bigness - filling her, stretching back her walls and tunnelling its way to her very centre. He's taking my virginity, I can't believe it - he's taking my virginity... She was astounded too at the elastic property of her own pussy, how it could expand to take him all in.
He was starting to move faster and more fluidly now, his fingers brushing her face and his eyes still burning deep into hers, as he delivered long, even strokes, each of which packed his cock deep inside her. She could hear herself emit a little plaintive moan each time he thrust, a sound that seemed to compete with his regular involuntary grunt. 'Wrap your legs around me,' he told her. 'Go on, wrap those legs round my back. I want to go deeper.' Deeper? If he went any deeper, she thought, he might spear his way into her very chest cavity, but if that was what he wanted, if that would make it better for him...
How often, thought Joe, did you get to fuck pussy like this? Tight, young pussy that just moulded itself around the surface of your dick and squeezed. Fresh, juicy pussy, unprobed by any other rod. As Mary-Jane hooked her feet around his back, opened herself wide on his instruction, he thanked his stars and drove himself into that narrow, moistened crevice, until his cock-head connected with her cervix. She let out a startled cry, so he drew back and gave it to her again. And again. And then again. Fucking her deep, fucking her as if she were used to it.
