Her hips twisted a little as she dug her heels into the mattress and she pleaded, "Fuck me, Dr. Joseph. Fuck me hard!" She rammed her pelvis higher against the invading cylinder of bubbling blood and rigid muscle.
The man didn't answer. Rather he merely continued his teasing movement, pressing it in a little, then tugging it out, not hurrying, and no longer worried.
"Please… please… " Jo Ann begged. "Give it to me! Push it all the way into me… oh, please… please… do it!"
The man responded by leaning down and kissing her. Then he took a deep breath, and a moment later, pushed a little deeper into her. The entire head, corona, and a bit more was now inside her, stretching her, making her feel additional discomfort at this point. It felt… good… and yet… her tiny little inner vaginal tube seemed to be stretching. She was thinking of asking him to stop when suddenly he stopped kissing her and raised his head, a look of concentration in his eyes. She knew the huge organ was about two inches into her, give or take a fraction of a millimeter, and she wanted more. But once again he pulled it back, until the very tip was poking into her and his glans had withdrawn. Her vulva opening clamped down on the little bit of tip left inside as if trying to cling to it. She had to have it, she just had to have it.
Her body moved in cooperation with his. As he moved down, she dug her heels into the mattress and lifted herself. Once again he stopped at the same point he had stopped the last time, and this time, though she was being stretched, there was less discomfort, and once more the excitement thrilled her. She was quickly adjusting to his cock as his look of concentration remained. Her tiny little vagina was capable of accommodating his unbelievably huge cock, after all. She moaned in the depths of her throat. She wanted it all again, all, every last little bit of it.
Convulsively, the lovely young girl splayed her legs wide, pressing her feet flat into the mattress for leverage, and using both hands, reached forward and gripped the cheeks of his ass, digging her fingers into it as she propelled him inward with a hard, violent thrust. The gigantic monolith was plunged in very suddenly, ploughing through her hymen as if it had been made of wet tissue paper, sinking its full length all the way in until every last little bit of it was buried in the depths of her narrowness and she was awareness of the weighty testicles, like wrecking balls, slapping against her asscheeks.
“Aaaaannnnnggggghhhhh!" she shrieked as searing, white hot flame tore through her innards and pure, raw torment thunder clapped through her.
She felt as if she had been ripped apart by a lightning bolt of pure, raw energy. She was dying in agony at the moment. Nothing, nothing in her entire life had ever been this painful, and nothing had prepared her for this horror. She shrieked repeatedly, and an apprehensive man smothered her screams by kissing her.with his mouth and swallowing them into his own throat.
Jerking, twitching, shaking, Jo Ann attempted to throw him off as she squirmed her body from side to side. She kicked, she leaped, she twisted, she wriggled, trying to butt him with her head as her fingers clawed his back. She tried every which way to pull her impaled vagina away from the lance of agony that had been thrust into it. But each movement served to heighten the torment, lengthening his penetration within her. Filially, out of breath, out of strength, she lay perfectly still, unmoving, her muscles as tense as steel cables, her helpless body quivering like a bird caught in a net. It was hopeless. There was no escape. She was pinned to the bed like a butterfly pinned to a card.
Save for his attempts to keep her from screaming her lovely young head off, the dean had made absolutely no movement since she had forced him to sink his pole-axlike cock into her simmering center. He was buried to the balls in her seething girlish cauldron, and to Jo Ann the length of it was such she was certain the head would be protruding from her mouth at any moment. Tears streamed down her beautiful face.
His eyes were locked on her face and he was smiling at her as he spoke, his voice hoarse with the guttural desire he felt now that he was locked into her. "You have your wish," he told her. "You're no longer a virgin. I would have been far more gentle if you had allowed me the opportunity. I saw right from the start how tight you were, and how much trouble I was having getting into you. I wanted to be more careful and gentle about it, but you were the insistent one. You should have allowed me to handle the whole thing and it would have been considerably less painful, dear girl."
She sobbed, still feeling the pain, her face red with shame as she said, "'I didn't want you to think I was going to chicken out."
"It's done now," he said, his voice a reassuring whisper. "You've felt the worst of it. From now on, the pain will lessen and the pleasure, the real pleasure, will begin." He lay there above her, his weight on his knees and forearms, unmoving for the moment.
"A-all right," Jo Ann nodded, feeling a modicum of security at the reassurance in his voice.
Oddly enough, in the last few moments everything had started changing for her, not just physically, but in every way. She somehow felt more mature, more adult. Her unwanted virginity was lost and gone forever. Thank heaven for at least that much. Now she wondered just what was supposed to happen next? How was she supposed to receive the thrill of a lifetime from his penis? What was she supposed to do? But even as she thought all these things she became aware of the fact that the pain within her was definitely lessening.
The man's hard, swollen cock was twitching involuntarily, and she became very much aware of the fact that he was definitely locked inside her. Oh there was no question about that. Earlier, when she had shouted to him about her wanting all of it, all inside the narrow stricture of her seething center, she had no way of knowing precisely what "all of him" meant. Now she knew! She knew with a vengeance. He was deep, really deep. There was no way for him to be any deeper. If he had another yard of cock he would not have been able to sink it any deeper. The head of his throbbing penis was pressing firmly against her back-wall, causing pressure even if there was no actual pain back there. She was able to feel the glans pulsating away as if the penile head actually had a beating heart inside it. The agony was still there, but it was a mere echo of her earlier torment. Her narrow little feminine tunnel felt crammed and stretched completely beyond its capacity.
And yet? Yet?
Jo Ann felt one sympathetic, eager little inner muscle beginning to respond in the depths of her vagina. As if the man's cock had attuned itself to her cunt, she felt the answering throb from his organ. The solid, muscular shaft jerked again, then again, and her vagina instantly responded with a tight vaginal contraction which brought a moan of delighted pleasure from him. Somewhere in the sump of her simmering self she felt her abdominal and vaginal muscles, muscles she had unwittingly developed when she had fingered herself, moving against the full length of the hard penile shaft. She felt him… oh yes, she definitely felt him inside her… all of him… and now that she was able to clear her head of the pain and concentrate on the feeling itself, Jo Ann realized it. was far more beautiful than anything she had ever dreamed or imagined. The center of her being was down there, and every sensation in her body seemed to spring from the core of her. She was even aware of his stiff, curly pubic hairs scratching against her own naked pelvis and the smack of his weighty balls against the tiny pucker of her anus. The sensation was becoming more and more pleasurable with every passing moment.