He writhed and fucked into her, raising a whine from her throat with every in-plunge. Dear God, he seemed to be continuously growing inside her… and going higher and higher toward her throat. Her firm, youthful breasts heaved and jounced, their nipples distended, pebble-hard and tingling as they brushed tantalizingly against the linen of the bed, and she found herself waggling the stretched moons of her ass uncontrollably back on his spearing rod of flesh… ignoring her tormenting soreness, aware only of the great building pressure of fluid, screaming urgency in her loins… pressure that was reaching toward a fine point of sheer bliss.

This was it! What Jean Louis had tried to explain and was incapable of arousing in her. Mon Dieu… this was it…! She had come to the conclusion it could never happen to her… but it was! Oh God… oh God…! There was a tremendous ever-expanding balloon blowing up to an impossible size within her. Abruptly, she wailed aloud, an eerie shriek as the balloon exploded sending wild, ecstatic, liquid sensations to race poundingly through her loins, overwhelming her with utter joy, yet she screamed and screamed as the tears of frightening enchantment spilled down her cheeks in a rush of delightful relief.

Finally, she began to calm, but she was trembling like a leaf in a storm, her belly quivering, while he continued to incessantly thrust his massive prick into her moist, dilated vagina with driving ferocity, rasping and grunting like a madman and shoving her face into the bed with every wicked, forward plunge. Her momentarily forgotten soreness began to make its existence known once more; her passage bore the feeling of being massaged with steel-wool. She gnashed her teeth, praying now that she could endure it until he would cum… and then it occurred to her that he had taken no precautions… that once he squirted his life-giving sperm into her, she could become pregnant. A new wave of fear spiraled through her and she tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't have it. He clung to her hips savagely, ramming with vicious strokes; she tried to plead her situation but by that time he was muttering to himself, an incoherent sound that quickly graduated into a moaning, groaning agony.