I make her a woman

I take off the rig and set it aside; I’m not going to pressure Monica by trying to film her first fuck. I unzip my pants and push everything to the floor. I kick them aside. I pull her feet apart and then pull her panties to the side. She looks surprised. She opens her mouth; I pierce her virgin sex with my knob, and she moans breathily. I meet the stretchy resistance of a hymen. “I’m gonna make you a woman,” I growl. She nods frantically and bites her lip. I push through; she lets out a sharp yelp of pain. I hold there and give her a little time. It isn’t long at all before she starts pushing back against me, trying to get more of my cock inside her. “You’re gonna go from virgin to slut in a hurry, aren’t you?” I ask. She moans wordlessly in response.

I grab Monica’s hips and thrust deeper. “So good . . .” she moans. “I thought it would hurt longer, but it feels too good . . . I feel so full . . .”

“I bet you do,” I grunt. “Your hot little ex-virgin pussy is as tight as anything I’ve ever felt. I can feel myself stretching it open a bit at a time.”

“You’re going so deep . . .” she breathes. “I didn’t know—” Monica shrieks wildly when I bottom out in her box. Her climax is sudden and violent; she writhes and thrashes on my dick, and her inner walls squeeze hard enough to hurt. I’m not even all the way in yet—it will be interesting to see if her cunt can stretch enough to take all of me.

I bend forward and reach down to rub her clit, which I find standing up and begging. Monica shrieks again in another violent climax. I grab one of her big swinging melons with my other hand and squeeze, kneading the springy flesh and rolling it in my grip. I capture its turgid pink point with thumb and forefinger and pinch hard. She squeals and starts to tremble.

I thrust slowly, pumping Monica’s narrow well with long strokes. I pinch and twist her nipple and rub her pearl. She moans and wriggles. “I never dreamed . . .” she breathes. “I never imagined anything could feel this good . . .” She mewls every time I hit the end of her tunnel.

“It’s about to feel even better, baby,” I tell her. I speed up until her unrestrained tit is swinging wildly. I slam into her fornix again and again and again, making Monica yelp and squeal, until I can drive my cock all the way into her wet clinging heat. I rub her button hard and fast and manhandle her tit. “Is this what you wanted, nymph? A good, hard fucking? To feel your little pussy stretched out and pounded? You’re such a ripe fruit—I can feel how ready you are, how much you need this . . . You have a body made for fucking, baby. Let me teach you what it can do . . .”

“Teach me, Mr. Roberts,” Monica gasps, “teach me—fuck me—don’t stop—just, please, don’t, don’t, don’t—oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—” Without warning, she screams at the top of her lungs as another violent orgasm trucks her like a speeding Peterbilt.