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momentarily still. But only momentarily-because Charlene's hips then went wild, bucking and jerking,
vibrating up and down, back and forth, even from side to side in an all but maddened lust to feel the big
prick rub against every last square millimeter of her sensitive inner channel.
Derek tried to control the spasms of the nubile young girl's hips with the strength of his hands, but was
barely able to dampen the movements.
Finally, he was forced to resign himself to her unrestrained humping and
began moving his own loins back and forth.
Charlene felt the length of Derek's rampant erection stroking in and out
and out of her body, driving the head far up toward her belly as he lurched forward, drawing it back till
just that chunky knob still remained within the grip of her twat.
But then Derek stopped at the end of an out stroke. He stayed like
that, motionless, looking down at the bare, perspiration-sheened back of
the gorgeous seventeen-year-old before him ... and most especially between the lithe cheeks of her
pertly molded butt-at her anus. Distantly, he could hear Charlene's increasingly agitated protests at the
interruption of his pussy-stroking heaves.
But then he decided.
Charlene hissed in anguish as she felt the head of his dong dragged irretrievably from her snatch-and then
gasped in mixed surprise and fear as she felt that same thick glans nuzzling up to her fearsomely
constricted anus.
"No!" she breathed, as fear won out.
But Derek had been thinking about this for soiree time, thinking about what it would be like to feel her
rectal canal sheathing his furiously erected prick-and no momentary monosyllabic protest was going to
put him off ... not at the stage he'd reached in his lusts.
Her asshole, already well slicked by his earlier tonguing, was lubricated and slippery. Now the effusive
secretions of Charlene's pussy on the head of Derek's dick were added to that moisture.
She felt him pushing forward, the head of his prick prodding into the narrow aperture. Grudgingly, her
anal entry gave way-but it felt to Charlene as if she were on fire back there. She was quite certain that
her butt was going to split wide open.
But Derek kept up the pressure, slowly wedging the thick glans ever
farther into Charlene's tight asshole. His hands were gripping her hips
powerfully, unmercifully, his knuckles whitening with the pressure of his hold.
Still farther penetrated the head of his prick. Charlene began hyperventilating as the pain increased.
And then-
the head of his dick passed the halfway point and slipped almost easily the rest of the way into her ass.
"Oh shit," Derek breathed as he felt the nooselike grip of her
frightened sphincters around the depressed ring in the shaft of his dick
just behind the flange of his cock head. His glans was being compressed
by the stricture of her rectal sheath and Derek knew that it wouldn't be
very long before the night-long-building load in his balls would come exploding out of his joint under the
pressure.
Trembling with lust, Derek spit into the palm of one hand and rubbed the
saliva up and down the length of his yet unsheathed rod, coating it.
Again taking his tight two-handed grip on her hips, he then swiveled his
hips, trying to loosen and relax the panicky constriction of her anus.
Finally, Derek drew a deep breath, tensed his hips-and began driving his cock into Charlene's ass. He
looked down to watch the thick shaft disappearing into the brutally stretched opening, inch after
gleaming inch being reluctantly accepted into the virginal hole.
Charlene was certain she was going to die. Her ass was being split open, the inner channel abused in the
most painful way she could imagine.
And yet, there was something exciting about it to her as well. It was a
style of fucking in which her sole purpose was to receive, to submit, to
allow herself to be used. It was a completely male style of fucking, in
that the prick bearer had complete and total control over the situation.
She felt his cock driving up into her, aware of the undulations and bumps in it, aware of all the little
ripples of veins as never before. She could feel every furious pulsation of his blood through it as if it
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