"Don't… do that," he managed to whisper.
"I can't help it," Camey said, modestly lowering her eyes. She'd managed to impress this man, this stud who'd probably fucked hundreds of women in this tiny, run-down beach flat.
In a moment the spasm had passed. The muscles softened, let go their hold. Brad was easing his cock back through the gushing hot folds of her cunt. He was going slow, very, very slow. Camey tensed, instinctively knowing he was getting leverage for the big thrust, the one that would tear through her cherry.
"I'm afraid," she said.
"It's gonna hurt for just a second," Brad panted, tensing his muscles while holding his cock at the throat of her pussy for a second. Then the girl felt his prick rush into her cunt.
"No, stop, no please, I'm not ready, I… ahhhhh!"
Camey had jerked her arms up, pressing her palms against his chest, trying to push him off. It was useless. Brad held her down tightly, pinning her to the mattress with his knees, chest and arms. She screamed as the pressure against her cherry increased. There was a tearing sensation followed by sharp jolts of pain that knocked the air from her lungs.
Camey tried to cry out again but found her vocal cords were paralyzed. Only rushes of air came from her opened mouth as Brad's cockhead ripped through her cherry and slid down into the dark, secret, velvety depths of her cunt.
Camey didn't know how long the two of them lay there quietly. He was regaining his breath, kissing her softly on the cheeks while stroking her thighs with both hands. Moving her thighs back and forth tentatively Camey felt his cockhead touching the bottom of her cunt. He was so deep inside her. She could sense the added heat inside her belly. She could hear the slick noises of his cock shaft sliding gently back and forth in a massaging motion. He was easing the throbbing pain with his cock.