"Baby, you're somethin' else. Really, you got one hell of a hot pussy," Don groaned.

He flexed his thick-muscled thighs, shoving an inch of his cockshaft into her hole. Traci grunted like a stuck pig, trembling while she felt the rising heat in her cunt reach the boiling point. The two of them teasingly moved from side to side, each one wanting to postpone the moment when he'd have to pop her cherry.

Finally Don couldn't wait any longer. He stiffened, holding her down by the shoulders while drawing his knees up against her ass. Traci knew what was about to happen and stopped her sexy movements.

"No, no, we can do just this. We can just do this," she said rapidly. Her blood seemed to run cold when she felt his cockhead touching her cherry. It was pressing harder and harder against the thin membrane, stretching it to the ripping point.

"Stop it! Please stop… uhhhhh!"

"I gotta get inside you, baby. I gotta feel you all the way," Don explained.

The big man braced himself, digging his knees against her ass while holding her twisting arms as still as possible. Traci's face was tense and drawn, a mask of fear and pain. Her mouth was a tight scar while her eyes were shut tightly. She waited now, waited like the victim of a blood sacrifice.

"Now!"

The word shot through the darkened bedroom like a gunshot. Traci started to scream, then stopped abruptly when she felt a sudden tearing pain between her legs. He'd done it! He'd gone and ripped her cherry to pieces, following it by driving his cock in her as if it were some thick, long spike. Her legs shot out while her face blanched. Traci screamed, then fell limply against the mattress, sweat covering her body.

"Hey, it wasn't that bad, was it?" Don asked, surprised he'd found an honest-to-God virgin. There were damned few in California, and almost none in Venice over eight years old.