She is soaked

"Mmmm, your pussy is WET, Lucy. You're a juicy little Lucy.

Lucy was feeling scared and confused. "Is that bad, John? I'm sorry, I didn't realize; this just all feels so new. I'm not sure I—OHH!!" she yelped as he rubbed her slit again.

"No, my darling Lucy, your sweet little pussy will get wet when your body is excited to have sexual contact with me. It's perfectly natural and a sign that you're now a woman ready for intimacy. It's clear that we're both ready and excited, Lucy, so I won't keep you waiting any longer. It's time to show you what sex is and make you a woman."

John removed his hand and settled more fully on top of her, his large stomach squishing down on her much smaller frame. Lucy still felt some pressure on the sensitive spot between her legs. She realized that both of John's arms were up by her head, which could only mean one thing. Suddenly she felt the pressure increase, and a newly intense and unsettling feeling emanated from her groin. The stiff appendage that could only be John's penis was PUSHING into her. And her slick vagina was opening to let it inside! This couldn't be right, could it?

"Fuck, you're tight, Lucy; you feel so good. This next part is going to hurt, but only the first time and only for a bit; then it will go away. I'll do everything; you just let it happen, sweet thing."

Lucy opened her mouth, but before she could speak a word, she released a scream of pain and surprise as John pushed his penis several inches deeper into her, breaking through something inside of her and causing a burning sensation. John pulled his hips back before pushing into her again, even deeper this time. The pain continued as Lucy squirmed and moaned, but she was unable to form any words while John took her as his own.

While clearly conscious of her pain, he continued to piston steadily in and out of her, pushing slightly deeper each time until his pelvis lightly slapped against hers. The pain faded, too slowly for Lucy's comfort but enough that she could come to grips with the feeling of penetration. She had no idea sex involved something like this, so intimate and dirty at the same time. It felt like she was being a bad girl, a sensation only heightened by the way her body seemed to allow John's invasion of her most private spot, lubricating the way for his pulsing rod.

John's face hovered only inches above her. After she stopped panting in pain and had calmed down, he planted a firm kiss on her lips and continued to make love to her. Lucy was still wordlessly enunciating, but her sounds had evolved into rhythmic moans that crescendoed with each thrust of John's hips. The feeling wasn't as unpleasant anymore, and John was clearly enjoying the experience very much.

He began to whisper to her in a very different tone than she'd heard from him. "Yeah, that's a tight little cunt. Ohhhh, this feels so GOOD, Lucy. I knew you were a naughty girl; I knew it would be so easy. You like this, don't you? Take my DICK, you little bitch!"

Lucy was taken even further off guard by the surreal change in tone coupled with the indescribable sensations of her first every sexual experience. John's dirty talk made her feel ashamed of the feeling between her legs. It was still just as intense but different now—something like pleasure? But a different, more forbidden kind of pleasure than she'd ever known. And she hated herself for liking it even a little bit. This wasn't what Catholic girls were supposed to do, but she'd been too dumb to know when to stop it. She supposed that John was right, and this was something she had coming anyway.

John's pace had picked up and now maintained a steady rhythm, his penis penetrating over and over again into her wet hole. Lucy's light moans coupled with his grunts and occasional comments that sounded very dirty to her. With the intimate contact of both the eyes and sexual organs, Lucy was closer to John than anyone she'd ever known—family, friends, or teachers. She had just met him a few hours ago, and now he was making her feel differently than all of those people. The feeling of dirty pleasure that was continuing to build within her; Lucy was powerless to stop it just as she had been powerless for this entire experience. Her high-pitched moans grew louder as John's pace continued to increase.

"Mmm, yeah, you're starting to love my dick, I can tell." John panted, "Virgin pussy, so wet and tight, are you going to cum for me, Juicy Lucy? Oh yeah, I think you are. I'm going to make you cum; oh yeah, this tight little pussy is mine."

Lucy felt so exposed and **** from the combination of John's comments and the intensity of their sexual connection, and the waves of sensation built higher and higher as her hips seemed to spasm in cadence with his thrusts. She still wasn't sure what was happening or when this would end, but she squealed in response to the growing, pulsing, tingling sensation between her legs.

Finally, it came to a point of ecstasy, and Lucy cried out, losing all control of her body. "Ohhhh John!"

John's face also changed in that moment, as he finally stopped his thrusting and held himself at the deepest point within her, stretching her virgin hole that could barely handle him.

Lucy felt a new type of warmness expanding far inside of her body, encapsulated by cascading waves of pleasure. Her eyes never left John's as their wordless exclamations heightened and then died down in unison. For a never-ending moment they stayed suspended in that position until finally John slowly pulled his penis out of her, rolling over, and generating one last shudder at the contact as well as a loud, sticky squelching sound. Lucy just continued to lie on her back in his bed.

As her breathing started to slow, she started to realize what an irreversible path she had just gone down.