Chapter 4
"You are about to take a major leap forward in your life!"
Lydia Murcer could hear high seriousness in the rock star's voice.
"What, what sort of a major transformation?" Lydia Murcer said.
"You are about to be transformed into a woman," he said.
"I see. Does that mean what I think it means?" she asked.
"It does if you think it means you are getting fucked."
Lydia Murcer could feel her heart leaping into her throat.
"That was what I was hoping it would mean," Lydia Murcer said.
"You are going to take my big cock inside your hot cunt."
"My pussy, my pussy is so hot already," the young girl said.
"I know-and that is why I must explore its INSIDE!"
"I do hope that your cock will fit inside my pussy."
"I do not think that there is going to be any problem."
"I wish that I could have that kind of blind faith," she said.
"There is nothing blind about my faith," the rock star said.
"What do you mean?" the young female questioned anxiously.
"I mean that I am talking from EXPERIENCE," the rock star said.
"Oh, yes, I forgot. I am alone in this mystery," she said.
"The mystery for you, my dear, is about to be solved," he said. "Please, tell me how you know, how you know-
" she stammered.
"How I know what?" the rock star exclaimed-still quite patient.
"How you know that my pussy will be able to stretch," she said.
"I have fucked many, many virgins, my dear," the rock star said.
"Of course, it's just, it's just that-" Lydia Murcer stammered.
"What?" the rock star no longer sounded as patient as before.
"It's just that I am so little and you are so big," she said.
"Nature has a way of working these things out," the rock star said.
"I sure hope so. I cannot help but fear-" Again she stopped.
"What is it that is frightening you?" the rock star questioned.
"I fear that you are going to tear my cunt when you fuck me."
"I think that is a silly anxiety for you to have, babycakes."
"I think it is perfectly normal. I have never been fucked before."
"Your pussy is a hell of a lot more elastic than you think."
"I still can't help but fear that, that, that-" She halted.
"What?" the rock star inquired-now sounding slightly annoyed.
"I fear that you are going to split me in two with that cock."
"I guess that your apprehension is understandable," he said.
It was the rock star who was trying to be understanding. Trying hard.
"I will try to stop my whining, honest I will," she whimpered.
"Good. Keep the chin up, baby," the handsome man said softly.
The rock star pinched Lydia Murcer's chin with his thumb and forefinger.
"Your cock is so BIG!" Lydia Murcer said, her eyes growing wide.
"Maybe it WOULD be better if your cherry were popped by a smaller-"
"No," Lydia Murcer said, stopping him in the middle of his sentence.
"No?" the rock star asked, his voice rising in pitch ever-so-slightly.
"No, I know I have gone too far to turn back now," she said.
"In that case, I say full speed ahead, baby!" the rock star said.
Lydia Murcer could hear the excitement in the rock star's baritone intonations.
"I really do want it, I really do want to be FUCK-
ED!" she said.
"I know you do, I know you do-" the rock star was stroking her hair.
The rock star ran his fingers through Lydia Murcer's silky soft tresses.
"I just started to panic there for a second, that is all."
"There is nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about," he soothed.
"I can feel the pace of my heartbeat calming down a bit."
"You broke out in a cold sweat there, darling," he said.
"I am calming down. The butterflies in my tummy are less numerous."
"I feared that your fear was going to get in desire's way."
"Oh no, I would never let THAT happen," Lydia Murcer said.
"Tell me how your cunt feels, baby, right now," the rock star said.
"I can feel something happening with my clitoris," she said.
"What can you feel happening with your love button?"
"I can feel its role as my desire's focal point being usurped."
"Oh?" She had a most poetic way about her, the rock star mused.
"Yes, I can feel a new magic spot forming," Lydia Murcer said.
"Tell me, tell me about the new magic spot, babycakes."
"My new focal point is inside my cunt, inside my PUSSY!"
"Yessssssss," the rock star exclaimed, hissing like a rattle snake
"I can feel the new center of my womanly pleasure inside my TWAT!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah. How deep inside your quim is this spot!"
"It, it, it, it, is, is, it is, very, very DEEP!" she stammered.
"The new focal point, it is up past your cherry?" he inquired.
"Oh yes, in a place where I have never been touched before."
"You will not be able to say that for very much longer, huh?"
"Nope," Lydia Murcer said, and then offered a small, girlish giggle.
"Soon all of you will have been touched," the rock star said.
"You are going to touch me in places I don't know I have."
"Yes," the rock star exclaimed, concurring with the notion whole-heartedly.
"You are going to touch the core of my womanhood," Lydia Murcer said.
"I am going to completely impale you, babycakes," the rock star said.
"You are going to make me feel like fucking shish-ka-bob, huh?"
"I am going to make you feel like the loser in a sword-fight."
"Ohhhhhhhh, I want to know that womanly impalement," she begged.
"In what position would you like to be fucked?" the rock star asked.
"I think I wish to be taken from behind," Lydia Murcer said.
"You want to be fucked in the ass-hole?" the rock star questioned.
"No, no, no. In the cunt-but, from behind, you know," she said.
"You want to be fucked in the doggie position?" the rock star inquired.
"That's right. I knew there was a name for it," she exclaimed.
"In that case, you should get on your hands and knees," he said.
"Right," the youthful female exclaimed in a happy, happy voice.
Lydia Murcer quickly moved into the desired position for the rock star.
"Ummmmmmmm, you sure do look beautiful right now," he said.
Lydia Murcer knelt on the bed with her knees very far apart.
"Thank you very much," Lydia Murcer said in her most-polite manner.
The rock star saw her tender thighs parted at a ninety-degree angle.
"Your ass cheeks are so smooth and so supple," the rock star said.
"Ummmmmmm, I love the way your hands feel on them," she said.
"I could play with your ass all day and all night," he said.
Lydia Murcer's tits dangled from beneath her chest in this position.
"Ummmmmmm, I think you want to fuck my ass-hole," she squealed.
"What do you think of that idea? For later?" the rock star asked.
"I can feel my ass-hole tingling with sexual anticipation."
"Is our ass-hole tingling as much as your cunt?" the rock star asked.
"Oh no, no, no, no, not even close," the youthful female said.
"You seem like a girl who will like all ways of fucking."
"Eventually I want cock in all three of my holes," she said.
"I think that is very open-minded of you," the rock star said.
"Maybe I even want cock in all of my holes at once someday."
"My goodness gracious, you certainly are open-minded," he said.
"Do you think me terrible, a slut, for talking this way?"
"Not at all, sweetheart. I find your attitude most refreshing."
"Good, for a second I thought you were turning into a prude."
"Hardly. I am never a prude when I have a hard-on," he said.
Lydia Murcer laughed and her sexy boobs jiggled beneath her.
"Ohhhhhhhh, my poontang is drooling once again," she said.
"Can you feel the natural lubrication streaming out?"
"Yes, the juices are streaming down my inner thighs."
"Yes, I can see that the flesh is quite moist there."
The rock star reached under Lydia Murcer's body and cupped her tits.
"Lift my tits up toward my chest with your hands," she said.
"Okay," the rock star said-and promptly did as instructed.
"Ummmmmmmm, that feels real good, real good," Lydia Murcer said.
The rock star then got both of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
"Oooooooooh, I want you to pinch my nipples," Lydia Murcer said.
"Yes?" the rock star asked, tilting his head to one side.
"Yes, I want you to pinch my nipples HARD!" Lydia Murcer said.
That was precisely what the rock star did at that sexy moment.
"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, so good, so good," Lydia Murcer cried out.
The rock star then released his grip on Lydia Murcer's mammoth mammaries.
"My pussy, my pussy, my pussy needs to be fucked," she said.
The rock star could hear the desperation in her high-pitched voice.
"My, my, my, you certainly have changed your tune," he said.
"That is my right as a woman," the youthful female exclaimed.
"You have got a point there, babycakes," the rock star said.
"I NEED to feel your fleshy pole inside my torrid poontang."
The rock star began to finger Lydia Murcer's super-wet poontang gash.
"Ohhhhhhhh, can you feel, can you feel how hot I am?" she said.
"My God, the sex juice really is streaming out," the rock star said.
"I told you," Lydia Murcer exclaimed, now sounding quite breathless.
"I guess it is time," the rock star said. He was breathing hard too.
The rock star reached down and made a fist around his cock shaft.
"I want you to relax the muscles astride your pussy," he said.
"I will give it the old college try," the youthful female said.
"The more you relax the less pain there will be," the rock star said.
The rock star gripped the shaft of his cock with his right hand.
"Exactly how much pain will there be?" Lydia Murcer queried.
"That depends on how much you manage to relax," he said.
"I guess I should expect a lot of pain at first, huh?"
"Yes, it will hurt when your cherry is initially popped."
"But then?" Lydia Murcer asked, with hopefulness in her voice.
"Then, hopefully, your pain will quickly diminish," he said.
"What happens after my pain diminishes?" Lydia Murcer asked.
"That should be the point when your pleasure begins to grow."
The rock star gave his cock three squeezes with his right fist.
"What are you doing back there?" Lydia Murcer questioned.
"I am making sure my cock is as hard and thick as possible."
"How are you doing?" she asked. Lydia Murcer had a vested interest.
"I have nothing to worry about, not in the boner department."
"You are rock hard?" Lydia Murcer asked, sounding very, very young.
Lydia Murcer's manner of speaking made her seem criminally young.
"I am as hard as granite back here, baby," the stud explained.
"Dynamite. Let's get on with the show!" the young girl screamed.
"Right," the rock star said, and guided his cock with his right hand.
The rock star could feel the ache in his balls getting most severe.
"I want to feel you cock on my cunt, ohhhhhhhh," she said.
"Your wish is my command, babycakes," the handsome man said.
The rock star pressed the tip of his cock against her clitoris.
"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh," she said as her love button was caressed.
"Does that feel good, baby, does that feel REAL good?"
"Yes, yes, but it is no longer what I want most of all."
"What do you want most of all, princess?" the rock star asked. "I want your tube steak inside my oven," she said.
The rock star rubbed his cock head up and down her pussy gash.
"Ohhhhhhhh, that feels so good, so good, so good," she said.
He caressed the entire length of her cunt with his glans.
"I am doing this for several reasons," the rock star explained.
"What are the, what are the reasons?" Lydia Murcer questioned.
She spit out phrases now in between her gasps for air.
"For one thing it feels very good for both of us," he said.
"That is true enough. What is the other reason?" she asked.
"I want to cover my cock head with your cunt juices, baby."
"Ummmmmmmmm, what a romantic and sexy notion," Lydia Murcer squealed.
"It is a very practical notion if truth be known" he said.
"What do you mean?" she asked. She wished she could see him.
"Penetration will come easier if my cock head is wet and slippery."
"Thank you for your kind consideration," she exclaimed sincerely.
The rock star moved his cock head to the mouth of her juicy fuck hole.
"Your inner thighs are soaking wet with your juice," he said.
"There is more juice where that came from, I suspect," she said.
"I can smell the scent of your cunt wafting upward," he said.
"It has been established that I am aromatic when aroused."
"I think ripe when rabid might be a more accurate phrase."
"I am not sure if that is a compliment or not," she said.
"You just concentrate on your relaxation," he said.
"I am having trouble relaxing my cunt," Lydia Murcer said.
"Why do you suppose that is?" the rock star questioned.
"I am having trouble relaxing any part of me," she said.
"What is that?" the rock star asked, again sounding impatient.
"I guess it is because of my acute terror and horniness."
"They are two such seemingly opposite feelings," the rock star said.
"Yes, but in me they are blending into one emotion," she said.
"You are a case study, that's what you are," the rock star said.
"I think you are about to transform me into something-"
"I am going to transform you into a full-fledged woman."
"No, you are going to do more to me than just that," she said.
"What else am I going to do to you, babycakes?" the rock star asked.
"I have a feeling that you are about to create a monster."
"How so?" the rock star asked. He sounded just a tad worried.
"I think I am about to become nymphomaniacal!" she said.
"I think you are starting to over-react again, baby."
The rock star tensed the muscles in the cheeks of his ass.
"I no longer care about the pain I am to suffer," she said.
"No?" the rock star asked, raising a single eyebrow into an arch.
"No, I know that the rock star will be more than worthwhile."
"How do you figure?" He pressed his buttocks together tightly.
"That pain will open up for me a lifetime of pleasure."
"Again you are demonstrating a refreshing attitude," he said.
The rock star could tell that Lydia Murcer had many dimensions to her.
"Ohhhhhhh, I want your cock in my cunt so fucking bad now!"
"Easy baby," the rock star said, in something resembling a soothing tone.
The rock star had his ass cheeks as hard as rock with his tension.
"I feel your cock pushing between my inner cunt lips," she said.
"Yes, yes," the rock star said, jack-knifing slightly at the waist. the rock star took a deep breath and filled his lungs. He then began to let the air out of his lungs very slowly. At the same time the rock star began to push forward with his hips.
Lydia Murcer could feel the pressure of the rock star's cock head on her cunt increasing rapidly. But the girl could not feel her inner cunt lips opening to allow his cock inside.
"I can't do it!"
"Open up."
"I can't."
"Open!"
"Please-"
"Let my cock in."
"I am too tight!"
"Let my prick inside!"
"You are too thick!"
"NO!"
The rock star knew that there was only one thing that was going to get his thick cock inside Lydia Murcer's super-tight pussy.
Brute force.
Luckily for the both of them, brute force was something of which she had plenty. He once again took a deep breath and completely filled his lungs. This time the rock star grunted out all of the air at once, and contemporaneously stabbed forward with his masculinely narrow hips as hard as he could.
Lydia Murcer could feel her inner cunt lips opening all right.
Lydia Murcer could feel her pussy's inner labia opening-by far-further than they had ever opened before. Lydia Murcer could feel her inner cunt lips opening further than she would have thought physically possible unless she had felt it for herself. Lydia Murcer could feel her inner cunt lips stretching taut. She could feel her pussy's tissues being stretched every bit as far as they could go. Her cunt suddenly felt like a rubber-band--a rubber-band that had been stretched all the way to the snapping point. Even in retrospect Lydia Murcer believed that the rock star's cock would really have split her wide open, perhaps right into two pieces, if it had been a millimeter or two greater in girth. She was stretched to full capacity.
Lydia Murcer could feel the tip of the rock star's cock touching her cherry and she could feel one taut MAIDENHEAD!
"Ready, baby?"
"As ready as I will ever be!"
"Here we go!" the rock star stabbed forward again. POP!
Lydia Murcer's cherry popped beautifully-with an audible noise!
The truth of the matter was that Lydia Murcer could hear the popping sound of her busted maidenhead a fraction of a second before she felt the pain.
It took Lydia Murcer's central nervous-system that long to get the message through its complicated network of nerve-endings into the reeling gray matter of Lydia Murcer's brain.
Then the pain arrived.
"OWWWWWWWW!"
A dull blade in her head.
A hot poker in her cunt!
Lydia Murcer could feel something hot and wet inside her cunt, something that was mixing with the natural lubrication that was already present. It took Lydia Murcer a while to figure out what this substance was, and then the solution to the problem occurred to her in a flash. This was blood she was feeling inside her cunt, blood from her recently opened wound, blood from her recently popped cherry.
"OWWWWWWWW!"
The rock star kept pushing.
Lydia Murcer could tell that there was no way the man was going to stop pushing until the penetration of her pussy could be correctly termed complete.
Lydia Murcer knew that the rock star was going to push until the entire length of his cock was inside her-and it was becoming increasingly obvious to Lydia Murcer that the rock star did not give a flying shit how much he had to hurt her in the process.
Lydia Murcer could feel the beads of cold sweat forming across her suddenly furrowed brow. The rock star could feel her entire body becoming lathered with that sweat. Lydia Murcer could hear her own screams. Lydia Murcer's screams were extremely shrill.
"You want it."
"Yes!"
"You want my cock."
"Yes!"
"You want it deeper."
"Yes!"