Stacie leans back and feels Mr. McGill’s thick cock resting along her labia lips and between her tight ass cheeks. "Oh by the Goddess!"
Falling back against Mr. McGill’s hairy muscular chest, Stacie feels him begin to knead and massage her tender pert young teenage breasts. His lips locked onto hers, effectively silencing any objection, after nibbling and kissing along her neck and then ears. "Oh God.... Mr. McGill that feels so good."
One of Mr. McGill’s hands finds a liberty Stacie recently granted him by sliding his fingers down her flat tone tummy. ‘Nice…’ The perverted horny old man thought to himself as he fondles her little belly ring. His blood engorged slab of man meat twitches between her legs and ass cheeks.
Working Mr. McGill’s hands over her ripe virgin teenage pussy, he feels her completely shaved smooth vulva. ‘Oh fuck yes!’ Rubbing the moist blood engorged puffy labia lips together with his deft fingers he realized this is better than any wet dream. He has dreamt of pounding out the Volleyball Team Captain’s tight fertile teenage cunt often for the past two plus years.
Mewls of pleasure erupt from Stacie’s throat as Mr. McGill finds her clit. He begins to saw his fingers into her tight pussy to stretch her some before punching his thick organ up into her. She accepts and submits to his exploring tongue again, she has never had such an experienced lover after her before.
Mr. McGill smiles as he already feels her soft hymen in Stacie’s love canal. She moans and abruptly grabs his exploring hand. Mumbling into his mouth she tries to plead with him, “Oh no… we mustn’t Coach… I’ve never… I haven’t had…”
“You don’t like it?” Smoothly Mr. McGill reasons with Stacie.
“Oh I love it but…”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrggghhh!!!” Swallowing Stacie’s cry of pain as Mr. McGill’s massive cock punches up into her. He was already kissing her when she tried to shift herself from his cock being so dangerously positioned at her cunt lips. She tried to push herself up with her hands on the side of the hot tub but her feet and hands slipped on the ceramic walls.
Abruptly the hymen ruptures and Stacie’s internal organs are forcibly shifted and her vaginal muscles stretched in ways she never imagined before. Precum was already moistens the tip of Mr. McGill’s thick organ.
A pink cloud collars the water for a few moments before being filtered out. Mr. McGill has resumed messaging and kneading her firm and pert milk bags, as he continues kissing her neck, ears, and lips.
So Stacie could be imminently pregnant already, part of her reasons. That part of her already loves Mr. McGill taking his pleasure from her body despite her reluctance and hesitation. That part of her loves the pain and discomfort of internal muscles she never felt before, now being stretch to their limit. That pain and discomfort subsides though as he stays still and is letting her adjust to his length and girth.
Does Mr. McGill start pounding out Stacie’s cunt with his massive cock? Does she welcome more? Does she blame him? Is she pregnant? |