Nothing could come between

Mark’s invasion was a slow hurricane of experiences for Stacy. There was pain, yes: a stretching, pulling sting that rose to a sharp prong of intensity, then seemed to settle down into a sort of background throb. An acknowledgement from her body of something alien having **** its way in and taken up shop. But everything else that came with that pain was so tied into it, that it became hard to tell pleasure from discomfort. The strangeness of having another being inside of her from the release of all her pent up anticipation for this moment. She felt the weird, smooth rubber surface of his entrance as her own walls opened up and engulfed him. She felt her encircling muscles relax, second by second, inch by inch, as he slid further and further in. There was the hiss of his breath as her own tightness squeezed in on him, the gentle rock of his hips as he pulled back a little and pushed past again. Always reaching just that little bit further into her depths. And then all of a sudden, it was done. She felt the tickle of the hair on his balls against her labia. The weight of his entire length inside of her. Her body continued to become accustomed to its visitor, she felt her own juices flowing around the swollen mass of him. Laying out a welcome for this pillar of errant flesh, preparing the both of them for what was to come next.

Stacy lay in lap of one best friend, feeling his reassuring support on her shoulders... and equally reassuring excitement near her neck. Meanwhile she wrapped her legs around the other: telling him she was ready, the time had come. The floppy haired boy gazed down at her with a fierce and hungry intensity, the likes of which she had never yet seen. She felt for a second like he was about to devour her, body and soul... But instead he pulled back from her, drawing that length and thickness out almost as slowly as it had gone in. She felt her foolish body relax and close ranks again, widened passages shrinking. Surely it knew as well as she did that he was going to…

Her mind filled with stars as he pushed back in. It was slow and strenuous still, her surprised muscles tensing against him. Yet this time he slid all the way with just one continuous push. Then, again he was pulling back out, the widened ridge of his cock’s bulbous head her only guidance as to where he was inside her. The next thrust came easier still, the soaking corridors of her inner world finally beginning to understand that this was their very purpose. She heard her own breath catching in gasps, felt her own heart beating a thudding drum beat… answered by another from within her lower depths. It was finally happening! She was being fucked!

Mark’s pace began increasing now. It was hard to tell at what point his careful heaves had become bouncing, rhythmic thrusts. For his own part she still felt incredibly tight; a squeezing, clenching tunnel through which he was forcing himself. Yet the condom helped and her own lubricants flowed, trickling out around him with just a hint of red. None of that was what drove him on though. It was the deep, dark, animalistic pleasure that echoed up through his soul from that flesh he cast inside her. Feeling her hands and tongue work upon him had been an endless parade of delights, but this was something wholly different. This was him drawing great sensations out of the most secret alcoves within her. He felt every buck, clench and writhe of her small, supple body as he pulled at its hips to drive into its centre. He watched her eyes as they gaped wide up at him, glazing slightly with the complexity of feelings he was forcing into her. This was the moment he’d thought about for so long. The hidden purpose and pinnacle of adult life that seemed to undercurrent everything their teenage lives and society boiled down to. It was all about who was fucking who, all of it, really… and he was fucking Stacy, the one girl who seemed determined to be everything he could ever wish for.

The movements became easier and easier for the pair of them. Mark slid in and out, in and out. Each thrust building up that swelling ball of pressure and pleasure within him, overriding all his doubts and urging the next one to be faster, harder. The body he threw himself at only encouraged this too. Stacy was letting out little yelps and moans now, craning her neck back to stare up at the clouds above. Her back arched itself towards him, giving purchase for her hips to answer his every push with a buck of her own. She wanted him deeper and deeper, that much was made clear. Yet his own build up was reaching its peak already, the grasping squeeze of her dragging out every emotion he had. He felt his edge approaching, and approaching and… Tumbled over the edge of it. Collapsing down on top of her naked form as he filled the rubber balloon inside her. The feeling of release was incredible, the clench of her muscles seeming to pull out every last drop from him. Yet the immediate drain upon his own muscles was also palpable. He felt like he’d suddenly run a mile all at once. He fell gasping towards her face, already halfway to murmuring “I’m sorry Stace…”, before she silenced him with a long, wet kiss. He let himself relax into the embrace of his friend as his last few spurts spilled into her. In return she kissed him a thousand times, on face and neck and shoulders. Thanking him for deflowering her in this glorious after-school sunshine.