The boy's prick flexed.

"Oh, God, it's so big!" the girl whispered. "I didn't know they were that big. My little brother's is only as big as a finger. Oh, God!"

The boy moved toward her, his cock wagging, his arms outstretched. "I want you, baby."

The girl stepped back toward the window, her hand up as if to ward off an attacker. "Don't, Billy. I'm not ready. Give me time to think."

The boy stopped, hands on his hips, prick twitching. "Think? What do you mean, think? We're married now – remember? You said we'd have to get married before you let me do it to you. Well, we're married."

"But I didn't know your thing was so big. Oh, God!" Her eyes followed every twitch of the boy's heavy prick.

"They're all big. As soon as they get hair around 'em they get big. Even your little brother's will get big as soon as he grows some hair around it." He stepped toward her.

She backed up against the window. "Stay back! Please?"

"Take off your clothes. I wanna see your tits."

"I wanna call my mother. Let me call my mother first."

"Are you crazy? Take off your clothes. You're my wife now. I've got a right."

"Leave me alone!" She tried to dodge away, but he caught her. "Leave me alone!" She twisted in his arms.

He bit her neck, crushing her against the heavy picture window. "Mmm, you're mine!"

She clawed his flanks. "Animal! Animal!"

He wrestled her to the floor and tore at her dress.

She kicked and pounded at him. Jessica thrust three fingers up her cunt and spasmed instantly. "Ohhh, stud! Beautiful stud!"

The way his muscles writhed under his sun bronzed skin made her want to die. She saw the dark fur of his asscrack, saw the tufts of dark hair under his arms, saw the sinews straining in his large hands and feet as he dug in and ripped the clothes off his reluctant bride and the sight of him in action caused her orgasm to intensify until she was forced to gnaw her left wrist to avoid screaming so loudly that they would hear her through the walls.