attempt to warm his hardened pole of flesh into it. Again, her virginal cunt held firm. Finally, desperately, he grasped her hips, and holding her in a clamplike grip, he surged forward, and managed to insert just the head in her tightly resisting elastic hole.
Another wail of pain erupted from Carla's throat, but she did not draw back from his thrust. He rested the head just inside her cuntal entrance for a moment, giving her unused cunt a chance to adjust to the unaccustomed size and then, slowly, inch by inch, began to move forward, imbedding more and more of his mammoth prick inside her tightly clasping tunnel. Moan after moan escaped Carla's lips and her head tossed from side to side, like an animal in pain. The sinewy walls of her cunt closed in on his prick like a wide elastic band, and John could barely push his encased cock onward. Finally, he had sunk it, every last inch of it in her cunt. Beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead from the harsh exertion of his task, and his cock felt truly imprisoned. Carla had ceased moaning, but her face still wore a look of pain — no trace of pleasure or passion showed in her tearful face. John felt a surge of pity for the young girl so cruelly skewered by his huge mature rod, and another stab of remorse twisted his heart. He didn't want to hurt her, but she wanted it… and he couldn't resist. He could only hope that the pain would go away soon from her slight young body.
Gently, he began to withdraw from her, and to his surprise, his penis came out fairly easily. He pulled out until just the bloated head was still inside the tender folds, and then began to plow forward again. This time, his cock found her sheath more open and easier, and he was able to glide forward without too much restriction from her tight channel. Then, he was able to saw in and out easily — her cuntal passage adjusted to his enormous size and aided by fresh internal lubricants, expanded freely with the approach of the burgeoning instrument.
Carla began to relax, too. The body-crushing pain that had engulfed her earlier had terrorized her as well — she felt as if she were being split wide open. She thought she could never be the same after it and was beginning to be sorry she had encouraged Mr. Harrault to do it to her. But now, the pain had completely subsided and something else had taken its place — a flicker of heat was smouldering again in her loins, and as John's fucking in and out gradually became easier, the flicker ignited into flames, sending shooting heat waves up through her body. As John sawed in and out with long smooth strokes, her virginal body fanned the flames into an inferno of raging fire, and her whole being quivered and shook under the boiling murkiness of her vaginal cavern.
The volcano which was started in John's stomach at his first sight of Carla lying on the beach like an odalisque erupted now, and began sending the first streams of molten lava bubbling throughout his body. The raging fire inside was burning fiercely, threatening to uncap the volcano and send him shattering into a thousand pieces.
God, he had never felt anything like this. He couldn't imagine anything as wonderful as fucking into this young tender virgin, just a few miles from where his wife was! The pure fresh air which whistled around their bodies as his body sliced through the air and the chirping of the wildlife all made him feel as if this act, that they were performing under the wide blue sky, was as clean and as good as the water of the lake. Gone were his feelings of anger and hurt pride at Iris' refusal to make up with him! Nothing was of any consequence now but pleasing, and being pleased by this tender young body writhing in desire beneath him, begging for his cock to continue plowing into her.
Carla's hands were clenched around his neck, and she had raised her legs and was clasping him around the waist, her ankles locked together, her passion giving surprising strength to her slim legs.
Mewls of pleasure punctuated her gasps for breath, and her entire body rippled like a fish under water. Every inch of her tanned skin seemed alive and anxious to breath his maleness in and her young cunt had aged years in its experiments at drawing his cock in and pleasing and teasing it.
The inferno inside Carla was also now raging out of control and she bucked her hips up against John's grinding loins. Waves of passion were flowing over her entire body, and try as she might, she could not keep her eyes from watering — lust dimmed them and it was beyond her control to focus them. The feeling was emanating from her loins where every nerve-ending seemed to be roiling in a lewd pot of lust. Suddenly, her hips were jerking up out of control — spasm after spasm twisted her body and her head was spinning — flashes of purples and reds and pinks and blues exploded in her brain and she felt as if her head was a multi-colored gyroscope, rotating of its own accord. A strange wailing escaped her lips as she flailed her head from side to side.
'Iiiiiieeeeeeee…' she screamed, as she rocked and tossed in a mania of lust and passion, completely abandoned to her hedonistic search for gratification.
Finally, the volcano erupted in John, too, and he battered his hips against her hot, plunging young loins, as he spewed spurt after spurt of hot bubbling sperm far, far up into her yielding cunt, filling it almost to the bursting point. Gnawing, savage noises tore from his throat — sounds over which he had no control, as they clung to each other in a feverish love grip, her tight quivering young belly growing by the instant from the force and impact of his orgasm.
Then, he collapsed onto her exhausted body and they lay there, their bodies spent from their lust. John's head was a jumbled mass of thoughts, but throughout his whole being, a peace spread, infusing him with optimism and joy — feelings he hadn't felt for days.
Carla lay there, reliving as best she could the whirlwind crescendo of her passion, eternally grateful to John for the Eden to which he had transported her. In the back of her mind, satiated as it was, was the recurring thought — 'Now I'm really grown-up!'
Chapter Five
John walked quickly towards the house. It was dark and he didn't even know how late it was. Carla had sneaked into the dormitory a few minutes ahead of him, and now he tried to make it appear as if he had just gone for an evening stroll. He began to whistle and think about the hours he had spent lately with the young girl. Under his tutelage for the past few weeks, she had really begun to blossom and now her body had ripened into a real instrument of pleasure.
Memories of the sensual heights of the last few hours sent shivers rippling through his body, spent as it was from their passion. His cheerfulness faded when he thought of Iris. If the last few nights are any example, he thought ruefully, I'll really be in trouble tonight. He dreaded the thought of facing her. His interest in her had dropped to zero since his affair with Carla had totally consumed him. Iris, indignant about his increasing coldness, had become more bitchy and complaining, and was forever harping on the day he had lost his temper and spanked her. Just as he headed up the pathway toward the house, he noticed that the lights were on in the stable. Thinking someone must have left them on by mistake, he went over and let himself in. To his surprise, he saw Iris there, standing by Conquest's box stall. Normally, during the summer, all the animals were out in the pasture, so John was puzzled to see the stallion stabled.
'What's he doing in?' he growled.
'If you were around here a little more often,' Iris snapped, 'you'd know that he has a sprain! Not that you care anyway!'
'Why should I care,' John sneered, 'when he has his wet-nurse to cater to him!'
'At least he shows me some affection!' Iris retorted, her eyes bright with anger. 'Where the hell have you been till now?'
'None of your damn business!'
'It's my business as long as half of this place belongs to me, and don't you forget it!'
'You Goddamn bitch!' John grated, advancing towards his wife. The stallion in the stall backed away, flattening his ears. Grabbing Iris by the arm, he raised his hand and slapped her full force across her face. His hand left an angry red welt on her cheek and Iris stared at him uncomprehendingly, her mouth open. The horse whinnied, and John felt a surge of hatred as he turned to look at the animal, who was staring back at him, his eyes red and fiery, and for a long moment, the air between them was charged with the strength of their mutual loathing.
'Leave me alone, you bastard!' Iris hissed.
John was incensed. His wife's whining voice, her obvious disgust for him, coupled with her obvious love for her horse all united in him and set the stage for an uncontrollable fury.
Snarling, John tightened his grip on his wife's arm, and cruelly dragged her away from the stall and
