Thank goodness, no

She was wet enough that she didn't need any additional lubrication. Her sweet red bush wasn't a turn-off to Matt, he would willingly dig his face into that and enjoy, but she seemed anxious to get it over with and he could hardly blame her for that.

For that matter, he wanted to get to the main event as well.

Since she conveniently had her knees up at her chest, it was a simple matter to place himself over her, his dick lining up with her slit. So he did.

Then he pushed forward.

"Oh."

"Does it hurt."

"Uh, yes."

"Want me to stop?"

"No. Push it in, Archie. Make me a woman."

"You are a woman no matter what some flap of tissue says, Katy."

"Yeah, yeah. Just ram it in."

That might be the best idea... like yanking off a bandaid, getting it over all at once. Regardless, he couldn't make himself do that. Instead he pushed a little harder.

Her hymen flexed a little but the resistance grew.

"Oh, shit."

"I can stop," he repeated.

"Ram me, Archie. Get it over with."

Well, hell.

He didn't ram her... exactly.

He did keep pushing until, suddenly, he was going in fast.

"Oh, shit," she repeated. "I think it's over."

He shook his head. "Oh no, Katy, it's only starting."

Tears dribbled out from her eyes, spreading trails of mascara down the side of her face but she smiled at him. "Keep going, Archie. I know that what comes next will make all of it worthwhile."

He hoped so. Her tight pussy clamped down on his dick so hard he suspected that if Mrs. Phuan hadn't helped him take the pressure off, he would have already cum. As it was, he could be strong, keep going for Wendy.

Behind him, Tanya and Natasha were running around with their cameras, getting angles at Wendy's face, her pussy, and, he suspected, his own ass while Karen showed up with a towel to wipe up any mess that Wendy's defloration might have created.

Well, that was all very interesting but he wasn't there for them... or for the fans. Not right now. This was for Wendy.

He started slowly, sliding himself just an inch or so in and out, going a little deeper with each thrust... but only a little as Wendy's pussy got familiar with having a dick inside of it.

After a minute, her expression shifted from one of grim fortitude to one of surprised pleasure.

"Oh. Oh, that's nice."

With any luck, it was going to get a whole lot nicer.

Now that she was enjoying it, he let himself deepen his thrusts.

"Oh, yeah. Give it to me," she growled.

Wendy growling? He wouldn't have thought shy little Wendy could growl. Still, he was happy to comply.

Her pussy clamped down on him, squeezing him hard enough that he wanted to just spurt into her. Resisting was hard. But Matt was harder.

He brought his thumb to her clit, massaging it as he continued to fuck her.

"Ohmigod, that... ohmigod."

He wasn't an expert on girls but Wendy seemed more responsive than most.

Which she proved about two seconds later when she screamed out, "Ma--I mean Archie, I'm cumming. Oh, I'm cumming. How could it be so good?"

He wanted to keep going, to see if he could give her another orgasm but realistically that wasn't happening. He had barely held on this long and now his dick insisted that it was time.

He gave her a few more thrusts, then, remembering his promise, pulled out and let her have it all over her stomach and tits.

"Spurt my face," she whispered. "I want it on my face."

He was happy to oblige. He shifted his dick and gave it a stroke which was rewarded by a fat wad of sperm shooting out and splashing on Wendy's nose.

She giggled. "I had in mind my mouth but I can handle that."

Which was when Matt noticed the ruckus from behind him.

A loud angry voice shouted, "What the hell have you done to my daughter?"