She dropped her hands to her sides once more. Her heart pounded as he walked across the room. He put his arms around her waist and pressed his crotch against her. She could feel the hot pole of flesh trying to tear out of his jockey shorts.

"I'm scared," she said. "I've never been fucked."

"You're going to get royally fucked this time," he told her.

He took her hand and pressed it between his legs. She felt the swollen flesh through his shorts. He forced her to trace the outline of his cock. It felt huge. She knew the monstrous hunk of flesh would rip her in half.

"Does that feel good?" he asked. "You seem to be enjoying it!"

"I've never felt one before," she answered.

"Put your hand inside my shorts," he said. "Feel it for real."

She put her hand into his shorts and her fingers touched naked flesh. She was so afraid. She almost jerked her hand back. Somehow she made herself finger the bloated head. After a few seconds of gentle massage, he pushed her away.

"You can take them off now," he said.

She was still scared but she wanted to take his shorts off. There was something about him that stirred her. He was an animal.

She gripped the waistband of his shorts and pulled them away from his big prick. She edged his shorts down his legs and let him kick them off. She turned her face toward his swollen meat. His prick was standing straight out and it looked like some kind of furious weapon. She had not expected a cock to look so fierce. It frightened her but it also excited her.

"Put your hand back," he said.

She touched his burning flesh again. Her fingers seemed to wrap around his pale all by themselves. She tightened her grip and she could see a drop of thick white stuff on the purplish knob.

He put his arms around her again. She felt his hands slipping down her back and then cupping her full asscheeks. No man had ever touched her there. His fingers gripped her asscheeks and sent shivers of fire through her. She found her body pressing closer to his hot cock.