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Chapter 12 by Torg Torg

Does she let him take her cherry?

Her resistance crumbles.

The powerful feelings in her body flooded her mind with pleasure, wearing away at her resolve and upbringing. Finally, her objections shattered, and she screamed, "Yes! God! Yes! Jesus! Yes! Take me, John!"

She felt his cock shift and settle into her cunt, the tip pushing in just a little way. When he slowly pumped into her slick depths, she could feel her pussy stretching around his steel-hard member, hot sensations washing over her skin. He bumped up against her membrane and pulled back immediately, plunging in again and again, but still stopping short of puncturing her hymen. The easy friction on her inner walls spread an intense heat in her loins, and her hips started involuntarily rocking in time with his. She was heading for another orgasm when she whispered, "Break it. Make me a woman, Lover."

He surged forward again, but this time punched right through her maidenhead, causing her to whimper in pain as her thin tissue tore to shreads. He just kept up his rhythm and soon her whimpers turned to cries of ecstasy as her climax caught her unawares. She raked his back with her fingernails, drawing blood in a few places. She had never felt so full and so good as when his cock was pounding into her body.

When she scratched his back, his nerves transformed the pain instantly into intense pleasure, and he roared like a bear. He doubled his pace as Nancy writhed below his body, her cunt pulsing rapidly around his flesh. After a dozen more strokes, his roar turned into a gutteral scream as his cock unleashed a torrent of sticky cum into the latex barrier.

Their bodies moved rhythmically together like a well-oiled machine, her pelvis surging up to meet his plunging sheathed manhood, as they crested in the throes of their mutual climax. Sweat poured from their bodies as their hands and mouths sought out the other's flesh. John finally stopped spurting, but his penis continued its ravishment of Nancy's no longer virginal, slippery pussy. Her sexual explosions repeated incessantly until his body reached its limit and he collapsed on top of her. He remained inside her, and occasionally her muscles would tighten on his cock and another squirt of fluid would ooze into the condom's tip. They both huffed and puffed to recapture their body's lost oxygen. His penis softened and slipped from her channel.

"That was amazing," Nancy whispered in his ear, "Let's do it again!"

What does John do now?

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