Kim prayed that someday Curt would forgive her, just as she prayed that he would never know that another man's cock was about to be thrust deep into her vagina, the vagina she had vowed in the church would never be touched by another man. She bit her lip, barely able to control her grief at the thought that, through her own stupidity, she was about to break that vow.

Ike moved the swollen tip of his rock-hard prick up the to opening of her pussy, moving it up and down the slit to push the fine, straight hairs aside and seat the perforated, mushroomed tip over the small orifice that led to the girl's almost untouched pleasure hole. Kim closed her eyes and waited for the pain of penetration the pain that didn't come. Ike gently pushed the broad, flaring head forward until the slippery, tight hole yielded and opened up before the pressure. The taut rim resisted, then suddenly widened and closed over the huge knob like a baby's mouth closing over a rubber nipple. Kim's full, red lips opened wide and she breathed a sigh of wonder as Ike worked the shaft carefully into her snug vagina, gently, an inch at a time. In spite of her apprehension, Kim unconsciously tipped her hips up to receive his thick length, pushing back gently to counter each of his thrusts, and the thick shaft followed the broad head into her wet and heated love channel, until the stiff, hot length was embedded deeply in that steamy, wet hole.

Ike looked down, his hands spreading her plump, round buttocks so he could see her ripe cunt, the labia split and doubled over on themselves, pooched out around the blue-veined, throbbing penis sunk nearly its entire eight inches into her belly. And just a fraction of an inch from her stretched cunt her tight, vermilion anus winked up at him from between the plump cheeks of her ass.