"Oh damn you, damn, damn, damn…" Traci repeated. She'd been "ruined" as her mother would say. Then why didn't she feel outrage, shame, guilt? Instead – at least after the pain began to subside – Traci almost felt like singing. Yes, she was finally alive now, having awakened from a long, pleasant slumber. Childhood was nice. But now it was time for her to grow up. She was a woman now. Traci smiled at that thought, wiggling her hips and feeling Don's hard cock stir deliciously inside her cunt.
CHAPTER THREE
"Gonna… oh God, can't…"
Traci felt herself teetering on the brink of orgasm. Her tongue was writhing against his like a snake, fencing to show him her needs. She sucked and tongued at the same time, drawing his lips into her mouth. She felt the inner edges of his teeth. When Don started groaning loudly she speared the tip of her tongue into the soft tissues under his tongue. The young man went wild, glad to know he'd turned the reluctant virgin into a hot slut.
"Go for it, baby, go for it," Don panted.
Traci forgot about everything except the intense pounding in her cunt. She swiveled, pressing her ass up, then letting it fall back to the soaked sheets only to throw it back up again. Her large ass muscles cramped along with those of her calves while their sweaty bodies slicked and slapped together. Every time the girl curled forward, sliding down onto his cock, she couldn't believe there was more of it. But Don kept feeding her his cockmeat, filling her so much and so hard the girl wondered if she'd be able to taste his cum when it shot out. Ohhh, how good it was to feel that long bar of prick reaching deeper into her body.
"Inghhh!"
Traci moaned louder, the need for air making her pull her mouth from his. The big man eased his fingers around his cock, toying with her cuntlips, flicking against her clit. Traci nearly pissed from excitement when she felt his callused fingers toying with her pussy. She arched her back again, grinding her clit against him, loving the sensation of stretching in her cunt.