"Oh yes, yes," she cried, loving the strong feeling of his chest and legs pinning her to the bed. With a sigh of pleasure the girl felt the velvety heat of his cockhead. A smear of precum dribbled from his piss-slit, wetting down her belly flesh. Daringly the girl wedged her fingers between their waists, then pulled her hand back up. There was just enough room to curl her fingers in his chest hairs. Thoughts about her mother and the morality she was abandoning fled from her mind. All she could think of was this wonderful stranger and the relief he brought to her throbbing cunt.

Don breathed harder against her. Traci felt the room spinning around faster and faster. Oh, how her cunt needed a hard, ramming cock. All these months her mind had secretly been building up to this moment. Now she was free of guilt, free of any fears. The only thing she wanted was Don's prick.

"Oh, ohhhh!"

His cockhead was rubbing life into her pussy. Traci felt the heavy juices flowing from her cunt, flooding the wide flare of his cockhead. This was all new for the young woman. Was she doing the right thing? Surely if something were wrong Don wouldn't be gasping and moaning as loudly as she was.

"Shit, baby, shit," he groaned.

"Oh fuck, fuck me."

The word she'd hated to hear before now sounded like the music of angels to her ears.

"Feel my cock, feel it," he said, shoving his hips forward. He grabbed her right hand forcing it between them once again. The girl felt something terribly hot and hard brushing against the back of her wrist. "Take it, damn you, take it," he growled.

Traci felt his hairy legs pushing between hers. As he pushed her apart, she grabbed his cock and pushed the spongy head down toward her pussy. Yes, she knew what was going to happen. This was no rape! There would be no way she could tell herself later he forced himself on her. She wanted him, wanted his cock like nothing else in the world.