She began to relax.

But as the heat spread throughout her body, it brought a strange feeling of calm. She began to relax and breathe almost normally again. "What'd I tell you? It's not so bad now, is it?" her mom asked with a chuckle and a smug grin.

"N-n-no, not so bad. But I still hate what you're doing to me. My own mother arranged my deflowering!"

"Your pussy can't tell one cock from another," her mother said. "Only how big, not who it belongs to."

"He is a bastard," Callie moaned. "I know, and I'll never forgive you! And him!"

"Bullshit! You'll beg for his cock before morning." "Never! You son of a bitch - uungh!"

I slowed the rhythm to long and gliding strokes, prolonging each one to savour the pained contractions of her ravaged cunt. It was rapture for me. Her snug sheath of cunt flesh was sensational, and I enjoyed the sticky damp warmth of her virgin blood. I bent down, grinning, and kissed the beautiful young girl's lips.

She moaned, renewing her struggle to free her arms. Rachel held on tight, her own pussy wet and writhing with desire. She found it thrilling to play this part in her daughter's deflowering and she hoped I would reward her. Callie clenched her teeth, so I couldn't **** my tongue into her mouth as I was trying to do.