She churned her ass on the furry seat, dribbling hot pussy juice, her cunt gnawed by the surge of orgasm. "Fuck that little bitch! Pop her itchy little cherry! Oh, baby!"

The bride's mangled dress lay in a heap on the floor, her bra with the torn straps on top of it. The boy ripped off the girl's pantyhose and picked her up as if she were a straw-stuffed mannequin. He carried her to the bed and dropped her on it, her pantyhose trailing, still hooked over her right foot. The boy whisked the pantyhose off her foot and stood over his naked bride, his ribcage heaving, his bronze skin misted with sweat.

She lay before him as if unconscious, her pointed young tits heaving, her lips parted, her smooth legs limp and spread. All the fight seemed to have gone out of her. She appeared exhausted, vanquished.

The boy stroked his cock from base to prick-head. "Oh, man! Oh, wow!"

He sprang onto the bed and landed between his bride's legs.

Her eyes shot open, horror on her face.

"No, Billy! Oh, God, no!"

The boy fell on her, driving his cock against her pussy, grinding his chest against her tits, biting her neck, biting her jaw, covering her lips with his mouth.

The girl sighed, her body twitching. From the movement of the girl's cheeks, Jessica could tell that the boy's tongue was licking out her mouth. When the girl gagged momentarily, Jessica knew that the boy's tongue was licking deep in her throat, and that the boy's saliva was dripping down into the girl's stomach.

The boy's loins humped, asscheeks contracting beautifully. He drove his enormous cock again and again at his bride's spread crotch.

The girl groaned, whimpered. Their two bodies became motionless.

He's got the cockhead in, Jessica thought. The fat head of his cock, right between her juicy cuntlips. And now he's gonna bust her teenage cherry.