Chapter 1
To the eye of Arlene Dressen, Libya looked like a very modern country in spite of its military government. Everything seemed orderly, and the whole world appeared peaceful in the Libya night sky. The stars and the moon looked different from the balcony of her room at the El Sharmuta Hotel. She found it difficult to believe people back home, on Long Island, referred to this country as an uncivilized way station.
Arlene was a stewardess for United States Airlines, and looked every bit the part. She was tall, slender, almost ready, with white-blonde hair, a large, toothy smile, a broad nose, and bright, glittering brown eyes. Though she didn't have monstrous breasts, they were more than adequate to make the sequined orange and red dress she was wearing stand out.
She had arrived in Libya earlier in the afternoon, and the flight departing, on which she would serve as stewardess again, wasn't taking off until the following afternoon. She had no reason to believe she wouldn't be on it at that time.
Her hair was down around her shoulders, wavy but not curly, and she had bangs covering her forehead. She breathed the night air deeply as she waited for her date, flight captain Sheldon Drane to pick her up. This was her first night in a foreign country, and the young, twenty-two-year-old girl was still taken in and amazed by everything. She had seen the various bazaars her taxi had driven through on the way to the hotel, and she wanted so much to do some shopping before she returned to the plane the following day at noon. Shelly, as the captain was known, had promised her a wonderful evening, and then he had sworn he would take her shopping the following morning, as well.
Arlene was that rarity, even in the United States; a twenty-two-year-old virgin. She was wide-eyed and innocent, and had gone through stewardess training school with absolutely no idea what went on between stews and their passengers, and stews and the crew of an airline. To her, the date was going to be just that, a date to go to a nightclub, see a show, have a meal, and then a little necking, either in the car or in one of their hotel rooms. She had no idea Shelly Drane believed she knew the score, and as a result intended to take full, violent advantage of her lovely, slender body.
A knock at the door told her Shelly was there. It was such a warm night, she didn't need a sweater. It never seemed to cool off in this country.
When she opened the door, she smiled at Shelly, tall, handsome, a full head of brown hair, though his high forehead told her he would one day lose it. He had a curved nose, and a very rugged jaw with a masculine chin. When he spoke his voice was deep, almost sonorous, and it was obvious to Arlene this was going to be a man who would go places. Though he was starting out as a pilot, he one day hoped to be an airline executive.
Shelly was wearing a light tan suit and it did nothing to detract from his masculinity. Sure he looked more overbearing in his airline uniform, but this way he looked more human while looking every bit as handsome.
He offered her his arm, and they left after she had locked the door to her room. He took her downstairs to a car he had rented, a twelve-year-old Renault with front seats that, at the press of a lever, would fold back and form a bed in the car.
He drove to the Bente Lachbet, the local nightclub, and there Arlene saw belly dancing, jugglers, fire eaters, and a multitude of different acts while she and Shelly ate a delicious ragout.
Afterward, he led her to the car and drove through some ancient ruins right outside the city. Arlene hummed a tuneless tune, enjoying everything.
"We don't have to go back right away," Shelly told her, parking the car in the shadows of some of the ruins. "We can relax right here for awhile."
"Fine," Arlene nodded.
He pressed the lever on his side, and his half of the seat fell back. Arlene thought it was a wonderful idea, and so she touched the lever on her side, and her own seat fell back, letting her lie beside him.
She was lying there, staring at the roof of the carl when Shelly leaned over, wrapped a powerful arm around her, and kissed her. His mouth was all over hers, smothering her, and she had to admit she enjoyed the way he kissed.
One kiss was followed by another, then yet another, and still another as the man's hands lightly wandered across her breasts, kneading and squeezing them gently. Arlene had indulged in a little light petting in high school and college, and saw no harm in letting the man play with her breasts as long as they remained inside her dress. When one hand wandered down across her belly and tried to press between her thighs, she clamped them shut, as if that was all that was necessary to tell the man she didn't want him touching her there. She sighed as his tongue began to roughly violate her tender mouth. It plunged in and out with rapid ferocity, and Arlene, carried away by the romantic notion of being in a foreign country and under a foreign sky, under what looked like a monstrous moon, sucked hungrily on the man's lancing oral digit, chewing it as hungrily as she had eaten the ragout, earlier. Her abilities dragged a moan from Shelly along with the continual probing of his tongue, and then his hands were pawing at the delicate glass buttons lining the front of her dress. Arlene knew she ought to stop him at this point, but for some reason she was amused at the way his hand was fumbling with her buttons, so she allowed him to continued until, to her amazement, he actually undid them. Perhaps it was the two drinks she had consumed while eating the ragout, but instead of stopping the man, she lay there and permitted him to continue. He finally undid the entire top of her dress and slid it from her shoulders, and before she was ready for more, his hands had slipped behind her and had unfastened her bra.
That was when sparks began flying in her puzzled brain as the man's hungrily questing fingers made short shrift of the brassiere, slipping it from her shoulders and tossing it into the rear, near his head. His anxious hands reached out and began to engulf her passion-swollen breasts. His fingers started rolling the soft nipples of tender pinkness, gently pinching them, forcing them to swell and enlarge.
"You know," he told her, "an Arab sheik would pay as much as ten-thousand dollars to get his hands on breasts like yours.'
"Not really," she said, blushing, "I mean they're so small."
"They're big enough," Shelly told her. "But what would really arouse them is the pink color of your nipples. Out here, all the women have brown areolae, or even black nipples. A sheik with a pink-nippled woman in his harem is looked up to."
"Do they still have harems here?"
"You betcha," he nodded.
His lips shortly followed where his fingers had been, and her breasts were hungrily kissed and sucked by his anxious mouth. He licked at each nipple in turn, and Arlene, feeling all this for the first time, quivered and shuddered. The beautiful blonde moaned in sheer delight and dug her fingers into Shelly's long, straight brown hair as first one breast, and then the other was hungrily devoured and masticated.
He had tugged her dress almost down to her hips, and now his lips were leaving her swollen orange-sized breasts, slowly blazing a trail across her passion-hardened, white belly, sending thrills of shuddering desire charging through her. Ummm! Yes! It felt so delightfully, deliciously, evilly good. If this was wickedness, Arlene had to admit she was enjoying it.
Her eyes had been closed all this time, but suddenly they snapped open. His mouth had left her belly. Why? She tried gripping his head and pulling it back to her as she gazed through glazed eyes at the ceiling of the car, but he resisted. His head refused to return. She was taken aback as she felt his hands tugging on her dress again, and before she had quite gathered her wits, he had pulled the dress below her hips, lifting her buttocks for a moment, then sliding it down off her feet, and was tossing the crepe and crinoline, along with the sequins, into the back of the car with her shoes and brassiere. When she tried elbowing her way up, he forced her to lie flat, and then his head dipped and shot forward swiftly, moving like that of a striking cobra, and she was aware of his lips flaming against her inner thigh. Then his mouth slid up her thigh, munching their way along, disregarding her pantyhose, aiming for that area of ultimate thrills between Arlene's slender thighs.
Arlene had often heard stories of such things, knowing many of the girls whose vaginas had indeed been kissed, all of whom claimed to have swooned from total rapture. She knew she ought to stop everything here and now. She had let things get way out of hand, still the drinks were fogging her brain a little, and she was rationalizing that as long as he didn't actually try to remove her virginity, well...she was a big girl now, and old enough to enjoy a little more than light petting. She was already aware of her vagina beginning to pucker, anticipating what was about to happen. She was really curious to see if he intended kissing her down there...and what he would do after. Normally she wore panties as well as pantyhose, but it was such a warm night she had opted for the pantyhose alone, especially since it had a sheer panty , built in. Electricity began crackling through her, shooting from the tips of her toes, bursting through the length of her entire body, making her lovely blonde hair almost stand on end as, through the sheer cloth, Shelly's lips touched her vagina. Arlene threw her head back as far as possible, hurling her slender hips forward. Her hands automatically reached down trying to pull him inside her, right through the pantyhose, his oral touch was so fantastic.
"Hhhhh aaaaa uuuuu nnnnn gggggghhh-hhh!" she gasped, as the tips of his teeth nipped at the lips of her seething pussy through the thin, intervening bit of sheer nylon. "Ohhhhhh God! God! Shelly, stop!" she begged. "You'll kill me, you'll kill me. Have a heart.. . uuunnnhhh...." she moaned until he finally did pull his mouth away. But a moment later she realized he had only drawn back long enough so his hands were able to grab the elastic waistband of her pantyhose and start them down, as well. Without realizing it, Arlene automatically lifted her buttocks off the seat, feeling the elastic waistband pass beneath her rear cheeks. Then he tugged the pantyhose off the rest of the way, tossing them with her dress and other things. She was naked. She was completely naked in front of this stranger. Before she had the opportunity to think, the man's lips were at the lower part of her belly and his tongue was into the blonde silk curls nestling there, making her forget everything else for the moment. Her legs surrounded him, kicking into the air as he licked, her buttocks bouncing up and down on the soft cloth seat, letting her feel the roughness of the material against the bare smoothness of her flesh.
Arlene had never been a religious woman. Religion meant believing in a lot of Don'ts. Arlene had always been careful about preserving her virginity, but she didn't like the idea of hearing others tell her to do or don't. Had she listened to all those Don'ts she wouldn't be allowing this man to kiss her bare vaginal flesh as he was doing nowwww-www...ohhhhhh...wowwwwwww...he really knew what he was doing.
Arlene writhed, feeling as if her vagina was spitting fire at that moment, exploding in many different directions at the same time. The touch of Shelly's lips were telling her, do more, do more, do more! She writhed and squirmed all over the car seat, unable to keep her heated torso still.
At that moment Shelly's tongue became the first instrument attached to a male to snake between the lips of her vagina and touch her shuddering clitoris. It was as if the entire world had suddenly collapsed on top of her as her heart began wildly pounding and the air in her quivering lungs was driven right out of her by the energetically snapping reaction of her quivering clitoris as it leaped to attention demanding its rightful enjoyment, as well.
But Shally Drane was an oral craftsman, an expert in the cunnilingual arts, and he licked strongly for a long time, making the helpless woman writhe uncontrollably. Arlene sensed something different about to happen to her, and even though Shelly stopped licking, he didn't stop quite soon enough. She began experiencing a minor orgasm...her first.
Shelly was tired of playing pussy eater. Now was the time to enjoy the woman, while she was still in the throes of her climax. Hell, what was a pussy for if not to fuck. He decided he was going to sink every last inch of his throbbingly quaking organ into the tightness of her lovely womanly dehiscence. He was going to fuck it into her with as much gusto as he was able to muster, which was considerable. It never even occurred to him the lovely blonde was a virgin. After all, she had gone along with everything else very easily.
Extracting his hoary, lionesque head from between the lovely woman's thighs, he sat up, then undid his belt, unhooked the top hook, and began unzipping his pants. Kicking his shoes off, he tugged his pants and under-shorts off at the same time, allowing his huge penis to stand forth where it remained solidly quivering, lit by the Libyan moon coming through the car window, looking white because it was bathed with the silvery beam.
That was when Arlene came to herself. She gasped, no longer feeling passionate, but sensing sheer, sudden terror. She had never seen anything like it in her entire life. Somehow she had managed to go through life and never once see a male organ in erection. Sure she had seen museum statues, with tiny little penises tucked between huge manly thighs. But this thing? This looked like some kind of gigantic pole...something a gondolier might use for moving his boat down a canal. But what terrified her most of all was that fact that such a monstrosity was actually alive. For the love of heaven, it was moving. Look at the way it throbbed and twitched and jumped and bucked. It was a living thing unto itself. It had a life all its own, a perpetual life, an eternal life, and it was going to bring about a horrible death to her. What was more, even if it didn't kill her, the size and thickness of it was enough to make her terrified of the pain it would cause.
Suddenly all the Don'ts came back to her in a flash and sent her mental control suddenly gibbering off into a far corner of her helpless mind.
"No!" she gasped. "Shelly, no! I can't do this! I mustn't do this. I'm a virgin!"
"No?" Shelly asked, staring at her in amazement, looking at the way the moonlight washed over her nude beauty. "Honey, there is no such word as no out here in the Libyan desert. All we have are you and me at the moment," and his hands leaped across the car, making the horrified Arlene shrink from him in horror.
"I just can't, Shelly," she gasped. "Don't you understand, I've never done anything like this before."
"There has to be a first time for everything, Arlene," he told her, all the solicitousness suddenly gone from his voice and behavior. "Don't tell me you won't, honey, or I'll leave you right out here in the ruins to be picked up by some slave trader. I'm telling you to your face, you'll do just as I want. When we get back to the hotel there's a small pharmacy downstairs where you can pick up a warm bottle of Coca Cola and douche the sperm out of you. But for the moment you're going to simply lie down and fuck for me, honey. This man is going to fuck you until that lovely little ass of yours plows a hole in the seat of this old car. After that, we'll fuck some more.
We'll keep on fucking until I know for a fact that you enjoy it. Hell! Everyone starts out as a virgin. It just takes a little time for some of us to lose that unwanted commodity known as virginity. I lost my own when I was thirteen. One thing I don't dig is your letting me get this far, cock-teasing me, letting me bring you off with my tongue, and then calling it quits. Well you just aren't getting away with it Miss Fancy Ass Arlene-Virgin-Dressen."
One of her arms whipped across her body to cover the small protuberances of her lovely breasts as he loomed across the narrow car toward her. Her other hand fell to cover her venereal mount, her fingers pressing against her own cuntlips in an attempt to keep him from intruding in there with his penis. Shelly smiled at her, reached down, and simply grabbed her middle finger and slowly forced her to lift her hand. He now had her vaginal oriel wide open to him, and Arlene realized she was trapped in the car. She had often dreamed of marriage and a wedding night and violins playing as her husband made soft, wonderful love to her, but this...this was monstrous. There was no way of avoiding what he intended doing to her, and she knew it. His immense strength made itself known to her for the first time as he easily pulled her arm away from covering her breasts. He took the time to remove his shirt, too, tossing everything to the side, letting her see his hairy chest.
Oh good God! Arlene thought. What will! do, now! How am I going to get out of this situation!' How do I make him understand how terrified I am of him f If he does this to me III be a marked woman. No man will ever want to marry me. I've kept myself virgin all this time because I know men want virgin wives.
Roughly, Shelly pulled the beautiful blonde's thighs over toward him, forcing her slender limbs apart with her feet trapped beneath the round bottom of the steering wheel once he was between them. Half-kneeling, half-crouching over her, he actually took the time to peel off his socks, as well. Then he began stroking his immensely throbbing cock, seeing the head, which had been a lilac hue, turn a deep purple.
"Shelly, no...no...please don't.. . don't do this...please...please...I'm afraid...." she gasped, fear making her quake and shudder as never before.
"Please my big fat aunt Fanny," Shelly mocked, running his hands along her thighs, smoothing the white flesh, forcing her inner thighs to part even more widely though her legs were still caught under the steering wheel so that her thighs were pushed out, froglike. He looked down, staring into the bare, helpless pussy he had so solicitously lapped, his eyes shining with bright lust as he eyed the rich pinkness of her interior. He grinned a savagely sadistic smile at her, saying, "Honey, if you're really a virgin, then accept my apologies in advance. However, virgin or not, you're about to be pumped, and pumped by the best cock in creation."
Arlene felt the huge, thick head of rubber-like glans topping Shelly's bloated penis settle against her still-moist labia, and for a few brief moments its seeping oils mingled with some of the leakage from her own cunt. Then, with infinite care and patience, the tip of his throbbing organ parted the hair covering her vagina ever so slightly denting the inner lips, as well.
"Shelllllyyyyy...." she gasped. "Don't do this to me. Please...please...don't do this to me. I'm afraid! Oh good God! I'm terrified! Don't do this to me, Shelly."
"You're the one who doesn't seem to understand," Shelly said to her. "If one of these sheiks ever got his hands on you, you'd really be in for torture. Hell! Just in case you ever do get caught by one of these Arabs, I'm doing you the biggest favor in the world by popping your cherry."
"Damn you!" she sobbed, "you can't do this to me."
"Oh no? You just watch me, baby," he laughed, sensing the moisture leaking from the tip of his own penis mixing with the drool from her vagina, oiling her opening, giving him all the lubrication he felt he needed to enter the lovely woman. "Now let's get down to it," he said to her, and bunching the muscles in his buttocks tightly, he charged his penis forward with all the strength in his hips, slamming his penile head into Arlene's narrow cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh...mmmmmmyyyyyy-yyyy...Godddddddddddddd!" she screeched as a white-hot sheet of pure agony charged into the tender depths of her anguished vagina, pushing straight up into her shuddering innards as if threatening to reach into her throat and push her voice box out of her mouth. Her vagina felt as if a great, tearing gash had been torn right through it, and she was certain the penetration of Shelly's massive penis had smashed the bones in her pelvis so she would never, never be able to walk again. Her breath came in short, agonized pants as she became more and more aware of the immensity of the penis hugely welling up inside her, being coated with spurts of blood from what was obviously her shredded hymen. Her tender, narrow vaginal passageway "would never be the same.
Shelly had penetrated a mere three inches on the initial thrust, and now he relaxed, resting a little, allowing that small part of his cock to rejoice in the thrillingly fantastic tightness of the lovely stew's cunt. Jesus! She must be a virgin, all right. She was tight...tighter than any woman he had ever known before. Christ! She was so tight her cunt seemingly threatened to suck out all the sperm from his body in a single tumultuous explosion.
Arlene lay there, inwardly crying, weeping for her lost virginity. Lord! It hurt! Why had she allowed herself to be carried away to extremes in the first place?
Shelly was thrilled with the sensation of her pulsating pussy. His mind was too fogged with the desire to fuck to think about the fact that she was a virgin. It never occurred to him to be gentle in spite of the fact that it might have been possible for his cock to ruin her. Bunching his muscular thews again, he slammed forward, sinking his penis a little deeper inside her, letting it ride in on the extra lubricity caused by the snapping of Arlene's sacrificed hymen. He drove his penis to the depths in her unplumbed pussy.
The agony of this second attack was no less painful for the gasping Arlene, but the pain was of a different kind. This was pure physical pain and not mental anguish since her hymen's removal had already registered on her mind and she knew it was impossible for her to lose another maidenhead. What the pain did was serve to chase her bruised sanity back to the center of her tortured mind. She found herself compelled to come to grips with the strong brutal pounding of the penis buried miles deep in the tenderness inside her, and just precisely what she intended doing now that the palpitating protrusion was sunk to the depths in her.
Palpitating the penis definitely was, as, with each beat of Shelly's heart against her heaving, perspiring small breasts, his throbbing cock bucked just a little bit more deeply into her, awakening new pinnacles of agony in the heretofore closed cavity of her shuddering womb.
Ruined! She was definitely, positively ruined for life, and there was no hope of her offering a virgin body to the man she hoped to one day marry. Oh God! How did this happen to her of all people. She, who had zealously guarded her virginity for all these years lost it so quickly, so suddenly inside a twelve-year-old Renault in a land halfway around the world from where she lived. Why did one single moment of unguardedness lead to something as awful as this? She was reduced to the status of non-virgin. To all this pain and suffering she was now privy, as well as to rejection by any decent man. Aloud, she wept and cried, "I'm ruined, ruined, ruined, ruined," in time to the way her heart beat, thudding inside her.
"Ruined, like hell!" Shelly snapped aloud at her, breaking into her thoughts, his mouth now pressed against her ear, nipping at the lobe. "Now you've been transformed to a woman from a girl. Now things are really going to get good, honey."
With her battered brain once again on the track of sanity, Arlene began to take inventory of her violated young physical being as it lay staked, impaled upon the golden seat of a brown-haired gladiator-pierced by a throbbing flesh spike of white flesh that seemed Olympian in proportions.
Inventory finally revealed her vagina had not, as she had initially believed, been ripped asunder. It was simply badly mauled. Even that was beginning to pass away now, and shuddering nerves deep within, running all the way to the opening of her womb, were beginning to awaken to certain passionate feelings in a most unladylike fashion. No, her pelvis was definitely not shattered, for it was commencing an obscenely rotating, supine dance of its own thrilling invention-a dance that was driving the overwhelming gladiatorial spike of lust even more deeply into her womb, causing her violater to grunt and groan with pleasure.
Despite her initial reaction, the lovely lady realized her rectum had not been torn asunder by the invasion of the man's penis, either. She felt it, still there, intact, rubbing against the bulbous weight of the twin globes in the man's testicles as his balls rubbed against the pale moons that protected her brown twinkle from the rest of the world.
All in all, after taking a careful look at herself, Arlene decided she might be able to survive this dreadful sticking after all. It would help a lot if Shelly would have the decency to stop pushing into her and withdraw.
Shelly, it seemed, had other ideas. Her cunt was so tight, he'd lost several inches of outer epidermis from the throbbing shaft of his cock as it rode into the lovely lady's narrow cunt. Now he was going to get what he had started out to get from the tight depths of her pussy. He had no intention of yanking his cock from her tunnel until he finished his orgasm. Once more bunching the muscles in his ass, the flight captain let his penis have a solid flexing without actually driving it forward any longer.
"Ooooo oooo nnnn hhhh uuuuuuunnnnnn hhhhhhhhh!" the lovely blonde lady moaned and gasped, starting to hate herself for feeling as she did, sensing the way the great shaft in the seething depths of her tender vagina danced again and again and the dreadful, traitorous nerves of her inner channel automatically responded. The entire wall of her trembling vaginal passage pulsated with responsive muscles that operated of their own volition, stripping down the full length of Shelly Drane's throbbing cock.
"Oh dear, sweet, suffering catfish, I can't believe how tight you are," he gasped in delighted disbelief. "You have one hell of a tight cunt the like of which I've never felt before."
Not wanting to let this rarest of women slip away from him, the man reached beneath the trembling blonde with both hands, tightly gripping both cheeks of her wigglingly protesting behind, and then squeezing, as he gasped, "You're going to.. . uuuunnnhhh.. . break my cock in two...aaannnhhhhhh...come on baby, fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...."
"No...no...no...." Arlene was gasping, her voice loudly protesting. She was shocked, and filled with loathing, for both, him, and herself. Hatred beat against her mind while she realized against her will her treacherous body was saying, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" It was responding to the movement of his cock, and each time he thrust forward, she matched his thrust with one of her own. Her rotating pelvis was beating a perfect rhythm to the gentleness of his firm thrusts, and the sinuously taut walls of her narrow vagina were milking his penis in perfect rhythm to the joint beating of their two hearts.
Lifting himself up a little, Shelly lowered his lionesque head and opened his mouth to suck the entire left pap of Arlene inside, letting the nipple reach all the way into his throat. At the same instant, the forefinger of his left hand reached into the crevice between her buttocks and found the brown little pucker that was her asshole.
A new, thrillingly outrageous pain shot through the lovely Arlene at this new, fresh intrusion into her innermost anal parts, but instead of the pain combining with the sick loathing in her mind, it melted into the passionate grinding of her vagina and caused her to renew her physical efforts as the man fucked all the more swiftly into her.
"Aiuwa uuuuu wwwww aaaaa uuugggg-hhhhnaannnngggghhh!" she bellowed, suddenly realizing no amount of teaching was able to take away from the simple fact that she was enjoying all this immensely. That was when she broke down and finally said, "All right, all right, you're in me, and there's no way to get you out of me, so at least let me enjoy it, too. Fuck me, but fuck me right!" she begged.
"You got it, honey," he gasped.
"Yes, yes, fuck me hard...fuck me deep...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...." she kept repeating, using the word as if it were the magic saying that would make everything all right.
Her screams were abetted by the use of her long, red fingernails questing beneath the man's hairy back, cutting into his flesh, raking his ribs from the nape of his neck to the cheeks of his ass. The lovely blonde arched her neck like a goose, reaching out with her mouth and getting a good grip on his earlobe with her teeth. As Shelly plowed his prodigiously palpitating penis into the precipitous pocket of her pussy, he dug his delving digit deeper and deeper into the denseness of her delightfully divine derriere, clamping down on the nodding nodule of her nipple while Arlene gave serious consideration to the chewing off of the man's right ear.
Her cunt was too tight for him to hold back, and as a result, Shelly was already on the brink of orgasm when he realized he had brought the lovely blonde to the peak of her own satisfaction, as well.
The feeling was so new to the lovely blonde, she thought the top of her head was coming off as she shrieked, "AAAAIII YYYAAA-NNNNGGGGHHH AAARRRGGGHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHH!" and began churning and twisting and rotating her lovely body. Lights flashed behind her eyes, and a tremendous pressure built up inside her whirling brain so that Arlene thought her eardrums were going to burst. The pressure entered her throat, all but strangling her, then passed into her swollen breasts, making them enlarge a little more until she thought her nipples would explode. From there, the thrills rippled and shuddered their way down to her belly, sinking into her vagina, flying out of her cuntal cave with the expulsion of her vaginal lubrication. Not knowing what to do or what was happening, Arlene screamed herself hoarse, terrified until the wondering thrills slowly began settling in her body.
Shelly lay on top of her, and for a little while she found herself perfectly capable of withstanding his weight. His cock began its spurting now, unleashing a tremendous quantity of semen into her widened vaginal depths as he grunted, "OOOOOOO HHH-HHHHHH OOORRRGGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" He fired wad after wad into her seething womanly tunnel, filling her with thrilling flushes of semen that sent her over the brink a second and third time. Finally he stopped firing into her and slid off her, lying by her side.
Looking down, he saw the tints of red and said, "By God! You were a virgin, all right. Lucky for you I rid you of that curse. Now you'll be able to enjoy men all the more easily, but I'm telling you right now, baby, I want to hog your free time."