Izzy gets her brains fucked out

With a quick motion, Peter pulled her shorts off her. Long strings of grool followed them down, stretching from her flushed, dribbling pussy. Her little bald slit was twitching and inflamed, radiating an aura of **** nymphomania.

“I’m ready! I’m ready!” Izzy gasped. With an awkward grab, she gripped Peter’s cock and started to stroke it while guiding it toward her entrance.

She managed to stroke it about five times, and had nearly touched its tip to herself when she thought too hard about the fact that she was holding a hot, warm cock that was about to fuck her. With a pitiful little moan, her cunt started rhythmically clenching as she had another untouched orgasm. Even more sticky girlcum ran down her legs, wetting the insides of her thighs. Izzy’s hips bucked forward uncontrollably, and in doing so, the head of Peter’s dick rubbed slightly against her little clit.

With a choked moan, Izzy came again, the second orgasm crashing into her before the previous one had even finished. Her juices gushed out onto Peter’s cock, wetting his shaft with her lust. In her desperation, she tried to line his cock up with her hole and get him inside her, but she was shaking too badly to even come close.

Peter sighed. “Look, just… try not to squirm too badly and let me do it, okay?”

Izzy whimpered—a sound of humiliation at her inability to even get fucked properly, and confusion at what he meant by that. She was about to ask, but didn’t need to when Peter bent down slightly, grabbed her thighs right below her ass, and picked her up.

To a young strong man like Peter, short and skinny Izzy may as well have weighed nothing. He effortlessly raised her up, her back against the fence helping to support her weight. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck for balance.

Ohfuckohfuck! Here it comes! she thought, electric with eagerness.

Peter maneuvered her easily, aiming his hard cock right for her sloppy teen cunt, its juices running down her butt. The tip brushed against her folds, and Izzy felt faint with arousal. It was time, it was time, it was time!

In one swift motion, Peter thrust up and pulled Izzy down, impaling her on his cock all the way to the hilt.

The shock of pain was instantly overshadowed by the overwhelming wave of pleasure that blasted through Izzy’s body as she felt herself finally filled by cock. Her head flung back and she howled with joy, shrieking and moaning like a slut. Her cunt clamped down hard around Peter’s cock, spasming with her hardest orgasm yet. She could feel every inch of that hard, hot, throbbing organ inside her, the head pressing right against her cervix.

Before Izzy could even recover, Peter started to fuck her properly. He held her firmly against the fence, pounding his hips relentlessly. Every thrust of his hard cock into her oversensitive teen pussy sent white hot spears of pleasure shooting through her entire body. Izzy could barely think; she was being overwhelmed with orgasm after orgasm. Her little pussy—already vice-tight—was clamping hard around Peter’s shaft, making it so that every thrust he gave her had to be **** in roughly. The pain it caused only heightened her pleasure, and Izzy realized her moans had devolved into idiotic grunts and gurgles as she drooled down her own chin. Peter hadn’t been going for more than a minute, and he’d already reduced her to a state of having been completely fucked silly.

She was dimly proud of herself; it usually took half that time.

Peter kept going, plowing himself into her relentlessly. He clearly didn’t care a lick about the rapture she was going through, and Izzy realized the pace he was setting was probably more for his own benefit—trying to fill her with cum as quickly as possible so he could get back to the party sooner.

Sure enough, after just another minute of brutally fucking Izzy’s tender young cunt, Peter grunted, and she felt his cock throb hard. She mewled eagerly, and managed to remember the words, “Ccccc–ccCCuummm! CccuumMMM! PP-ppleaseee cummMMM!”

Peter gave three more hard thrusts. On the third, he pressed himself as deep in as he could possibly go, and Izzy felt the head of his cock breach her cervix.

She shrieked as an orgasm so powerful it made her vision go white wracked her slender little body. Her cunt clenched harder than it had yet, desperately milking Peter’s cock. That was enough for him, and Izzy felt a great pulse go through his shaft before warmth bloomed inside her.

Rope after rope of hot sticky sperm shot out into Izzy’s womb, filling her with a boiling warmth. If it weren’t for her birth control, she’d probably have been knocked up on the spot.

When Peter had finally dumped his entire massive load inside her, he slowly withdrew his flagging cock. A flood of excess cum dribbled out of Izzy’s beaten and battered pussy, still twitching its way through the hardest orgasm the overwhelmed nymphomaniac had enjoyed in weeks.

Unceremoniously, Peter lowered Izzy to the ground—not quite dropping her, but not exactly showing much care. She moaned a light protest, but really couldn’t complain; she was still cumming from the feeling of his creampie inside her.