Lances of pain erupted and stabbed at the fragile tissues when Bert's mighty prod impacted against the combination of pleasure and pain under Bert's lips. She fervently kissed him back as she had never before done with a boy, pulled him closer, let her body beg for more of his length, no matter how much it hurt.
Bert began exerting more and more force against the elastic barrier to Carole's womb. As pain fogged the girl's brain. Bert was becoming lost in a wonderland he had only dreamed of. Her cunt was squeezing firmly around his cylinder, the hymen was tormenting the very tip of his pioneering cock. The young photographer wiggled a bit, gathered his forces, then pushed firmly upward and felt the restraining wall of the membrane go pop!
Even with his mouth locked on hers, the girl screamed in pain. Bert hastily kissed her with wet, sloppy kisses. That alleviated some of the dilemma for the girl, but for Bert, his problems were just beginning. As her virginal barrier had given away, he found himself thrust full length up the tiny love channel.
The boy's entire seven inches reacted as if nuclear fire seared at his tool. Every pulse in the ultra-greedy cunt seemed to tickle him; at the same time, the heat and liquidity sapped his control, drained him of his resolve to give Carole the finest fucking of which he was capable.
He began driving his piston of pleasure in and out of her manhole in wild abandon. No rhythm, no finesse, just fucking as fast and hard as he could manage. The friction mounted on his rod, and it felt as if he were shoving himself into a blast furnace. The trickle of blood that had come from Carole's orifice when her hymen ruptured soon stopped and was replaced with the flow of her maiden juices, female juices more fitting to be lubricating the passage for a hard driven male member.
Bert hunched hard and fast into the tiny opening between Carole's legs. It was a fairyland of delight, a dream come true. It surpassed even his most imaginative speculations of what fucking the chick would be like. Tight as a surgeon's glove, hot and streaming like a volcano leaking lava down its slopes. The young photographer's balls tightened even more as he stopped trying to maintain control over his body. He decided if he got off, the girl would too.
Carole was ripped and torn internally, yet she couldn't feel pain. The new feeling of a cock soaring in and out of her cunt obliterated all traces of pain. She was tossed on the winds of sexual fulfillment as she was filled with cock. It felt as if she would be ripped apart all the way to her chin. And it was great!
She wanted more. She wanted Bert deeper into her belly. She wanted him to continue this wondrous, wonderful, tremendously exciting fucking forever. As his groin impacted against her body. Carole felt the hairs of his pubis tickling the tiny clit that had remained hidden until now.
As if it were a groundhog on Groundhog Day, her clitoris decided to poke its head up and peer around.
The instant it did, it was surrounded by tickling, wet strands that looped around it and sent chills of delight along all the nerves in Carole's body.
Her inner cunt lips cried out in joy at the friction of Bert's cock. Carole's clitoris loved the sensual feel of hair and body against its tiny length. And her cunt! That was filled to overflowing, stretched in new directions, pleasurable directions that finally ignited the long withheld orgasm in her body.
It started gradually in such a manner that she did not recognize what was happening to her. A feeling of pressure built in her loins, then turned to one of tingling, jolting electrical discharges. As the lightning bolts blasted into her belly her cuntal muscles reacted in an ages old manner and convulsed on Bert's cock. The filled feeling added to the sensations rocketing into Carole's brain. like an H-bomb, orgasm, sweet compelling complete orgasm, gripped her body in its fierce grip and shook her very foundations of sanity.
As the orgasm hurled throughout the girl's body, Bert felt the rippling walls of her cunt snap and lock on his length. The slight movement of his hips down her love canal created such an intense vacuum Bert felt he was being dragged back into her sexual vortex. Crushed and drowned, his cock sent the message back for help.
The message impacted in the boy's balls with the force of a sledgehammer blow. Bert screamed, arced his back and heaved as far into Carole as humanly possible as his come fountained out into her unstained twat. He rammed in and out as he spurted his jism, oblivious of his surroundings. All that mattered was the tight hold on his cock, how her cunt milked him of every drop of his pearlescent come.
Locked together, they rolled over and over on the blanket, each enjoying their orgasms as much as two people could. The monumental rictus that had so pleasurably gripped both of them soon died, and they lay together, Bert on top peering into Carole's slightly bleary blue eyes.
"Nice, so niiice," she murmured, still struggling to regain control of her body and senses.
Bert hefted himself on his hands and twirled his hips around and around, his still rigid cock churning in Carole's interior. She moaned and surrendered herself again to the waves of climax that smashed against her shores. A second later, orgasm possessed her.
By the time Bert's organ had deflated and flopped out of her cunt, Carole was straggling once again to clear her vision.
"I never dreamed it was so good. NEVER!" she said. "And to think I didn't want a boy sticking that ugly thing into me…"
"Ugly thing?" said Bert. "What ugly thing is that?"
Carole gazed up at him, her eyes reflecting more than admiration for a commensurately expert fucking. "I forget. I couldn't have meant this!" She grabbed his penis, but it eluded her. It was still covered with come, cunt juice and blood.
Bert straightened and from his superior height, surveyed her. "I want the truth. Are you going to torment anyone again with your gorgeous body?"
"Huh? Oh, no!" she exclaimed. I'm going to do more than tease cocks. I going hunting for them! I want as many crammed into my poor, hungry little pussy as I can get. I… I…"
Bert shook his head. "Carole, no. I get top billing. Just remember who was first up… here!" He thrust his fingers into her snatch, and she squirmed about, impaled on two fingers.
"Do it again, Bert, again!" she demanded.
"Silly bitch! First you don't want 'that ugly thing' and now you can't get enough of it What am I going to do with you?"
Blue eyes sparkled as she quietly replied, "Fuck me again!"
Chapter 10
Bert was satisfied. Carole was satisfied. It seemed that everything was working out beautifully. They had made love again, this time Bert giving her the slow, methodical and incredibly tremendous fucking she deserved. No hurried in-out Leisurely and erotic were the key words.
Bert rolled to his side and said, "Carole, let's go back to your place. If s starting to get cold out here." Carole giggled. "Without your clothes on, it's bound to be chilly. But I know a way to keep warm…" She rubbed her palm against his belly, then down to his depleted balls. Carole took the limp hose between her thumb and forefinger and began to roll the rubbery flesh back and forth as if trying to instill new life in it
Bert stroked the honey-colored hair as he told her, "Carole, you cock tease, you've got to learn I'm not made out of iron."
"You feel like it when you're in here…" She reached and guided his hand to the apex of her thatch of pubic hair. He wasn't surprised to find she was still wet from lust. He had turned her on in a big way, and she stayed ON. But the youth knew that Carole would soon tire of him and cast him aside unless he made it damn clear right now that he was calling the shots.